A/N: My first Supernatural fanfic. It may seem weird, but it should make a bit of sense when you're done the chapter. Enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Snuggle.

Chapter 1: Deserted Mansion

Sam glanced around the musty mansion, keeping a tight grip on his gun. He backed up slowly, leaving tracks in the dust coating the floor. He heard a sound to his immediate left. He whipped his neck around and peered down the empty hallway. Nothing. Then, a sound came from his right, and he glanced down the hallway on his other side. Still nothing.

Sam decided to head down the right hall. The floorboards creaked under his feet, and he feared whatever was hiding would be able to hear him coming. He passed numerous doors, but did not enter any.

At the end of the sullen hall was a room. It was furnished with many furnishings, though the once brilliant colours of each had been dulled by the layer of dust. Sam trudged through to the far side, where a mirror was located.

He peered into it. Using his sleeve, he wiped off the dust so he could see his reflection. "Looking good!" He complimented himself and flashed off a cheesy grin. Then the mirror immediately broke. "Aw crap."

Sam sighed, then noticed something odd in the mirror. He looked closer, ignoring the cracks in it. According to the mirror, there was something huge, hairy and dark looming behind him and standing in the doorway to the room he was in. Sam shrugged it off. How much did mirrors know anyway? He was smarter than any stupid mirror.

Sam jumped as he heard a loud roar come from behind him. The dark monster, silhouetted by the light from behind, appeared as black as a dark black colour to Sam. Sam froze and shivered slightly.

Sam heard a wet noise and assumed the monster was licking it's huge chops. He backed up into the mirror as the monster slowly approached. It walked on two feet for a few steps, then dropped to all fours. Sam still could not see it clearly.

Sam was growing more terrified by the second. Oh, if only someone were here to help him! As the monster advanced another step, Sam shrieked. His shrill scream rang throughout the house. Any five year old girl would have been proud.

"Did someone just shriek girlishly for help?" Came a brave voice from the opposite side of the room. And behold, there stood Dean!

"Behold, there stands Dean!" Sam cried in relief as he slipped to the floor. Dean strode forward and raised his gun. The monster saw him and started to back up, growling relentlessly.

"If I were you, foul beast," Dean said in a thundering tone, "I would run, I would run far away, to perhaps the Arctic." The monster continued to back up, then turned tail and fled. Dean fired off a bullet, and his perfect aiming allowed him to make a near impossible shot and hit the beast in it's hind leg before it was able to leave. It howled in rage and ran off.

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked as he ran to his brother's side.

"I…I think so," Sam said, "but why did you tell the beast to go to the Arctic?"

"Because, there are man eating polar bears there and severe cold. Isn't it obvious?" Dean said as a matter of fact. "It'll never survive there."

"What was it?"

"Snuggle."

Sam felt his heart rate quicken. "Snuggle? That fabric softener teddy bear? But he...he's fluffy and...and cute."

"He's been," and Dean paused dramatically here, "mutated." Sam gasped.

"Mutated? No, not Snuggle!" He wailed.

"Yes," Dean said comfortingly as he put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, "I'm afraid he has."

"But who would do such a thing?"

"I have a feeling, but I'm not sure," Dean said.

"Dean, wha…."

"Ssshhh," Dean said suddenly and put a finger to his lips. They both fell quiet and listened. From somewhere else in the house, came the sound of feet ascending a flight of stairs.

"Snuggle is going upstairs," Sam whispered.

Dean nodded, "we should follow him. But be careful, I have a bad feeling about this…."

Dean mumbled and turned in his sleep. He continued dreaming…..