Summary: Cute, fluffy, and white equals 100 percent pure evil.

I know Easter's come and gone, but I was bored and this popped into my head. I own nothing except spelling mistakes and a fictional bunny rabbit.

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Please Don't Feed the Easter Bunny

"Evil Santa. What're you gonna tell me next—the Easter Bunny's Jewish?" –Dean Winchester in A Very Supernatural Christmas

Not Jewish, just an adorable little bunny that's not quite right…

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"Dude, is that-?"

"Yep."

"Holy shit!"

The brothers stared at the small white rabbit. It stared back, it's little pink nose twitching.

"That's…wow, that's kinda cute."

"Until it tears your head off."

"Damn…"

"Just shoot it, Dean."

"But-" Dean waved his hand towards it, "look at that face! I…I just can't do it!"

"The cuteness is an illusion!" Sam cried. "It wants you to think it's all sweet and cuddly and that's when it'll attack!"

"But-"

"Ugh, give me the gun!"

"No way!"

The rabbit watched as the brothers grappled for the .45, it's dark eyes large and curious.

"Just…give me...the damn gun!"

"No way, man! I'm not letting you shoot the poor thing! Ahha!" Dean got the upper hand and shoved his brother off.

Sam threw his hands in the air. "Fine! Fine. But if your head gets torn off, don't come whining to me." He stalked off towards the car just a few yards away and leaned against the door, crossing his arms.

Dean smirked at his victory and knelt down, pulling a carrot out of his pocket. "Here, bunny bunny bunny."

It hopped a couple feet towards him, fuzzy ears quivering.

"I think I'm gonna name you Lola Bunny."

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's a boy, Dean."

"Bugs Bunny then."

Sam smacked his forehead in exasperation.

Dean clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. "Come on," he coaxed. "I got a nice juicy carrot here for you…" He shook the vegetable at the rabbit. "Come on."

It literally snatched the carrot out of his hands and hopped away again, nibbling at it furiously.

"Damn, you're a hungry little fellow, aren't you?"

It dropped the brushy green top on the ground, finished.

"Christ…"

"Careful, Dean," Sam called, "he still looks hungry."

No kidding. The rabbit was bunched up again, staring at him, but now it's innocent brown eyes held something more…sinister.

"Huh." Dean studied the rabbit. The way it was curled up reminded up of a large cotton ball. He felt a sudden, uncharacteristic urge to reach out and snuggle with it, though he would never admit that to his brother. "Dammit, stop being so cute."

Surprisingly, he got his wish. The rabbit's eyes flashed red.

"Crap!" Dean reached for his gun, but found it flying from his grasp as the creature pounced at him with astonishing agility. It's face no longer resembling that of a rabbit, but morphing into a grotesque mockery of it, the bones protruding out from under decaying flesh. It knocked him over, it's needle-like teeth tearing into the skin of his throat, the razor sharp claws shredding his cloths.

"Gah! Get it off! Get it off!"

A thunderous blast rang through the air, and the demonic rabbit disappeared in a cloud of white fluff and gore.

Dean lay on his back, spitting in a feeble attempt to get the thing's blood out of his mouth. "Gross…"

Sam looked down at his blood-splattered brother, a shotgun in his hands. "Next time you decide to play with the Easter Bunny, don't."

Dean weakly raised his arm to give his sibling a thumbs up. "Gotcha."

The end I guess. Just a drabble after all.

So, good? Bad? Just plain weird? Please review, but don't insult me.