A/N: Here's da next chapter, apparently.
Monstrous Unveiling
Dean followed where Snuggle had gone, and Sam followed behind. They heard Snuggle ascend the stairs, then heard a horrible crash as Snuggle tumbled back down. They then heard sounds of Snuggle climbing the stairs once again. Soon, as Snuggle reached the top, Sam and Dean found the stairs.
Sam and Dean stood at the bottom of the old staircase. They gazed up it's malicious steps, each one coated with dust. As they kept staring, they could see the footprints left by Snuggle in the deep dust. It appeared that he had not just walked up the stairs after falling down them, but bounced around while doing a mini ballet whilst he climbed them.
Sam began to do the same, but Dean grabbed his arm and forewarned him. "Careful, these stairs are not meant for such dancing."
Sam nodded and they walked carefully up the stairs. "Dean look!" Sam said and pointed. The dark shape of Snuggle fled from the top of the stairs and down a hall.
Dean turned to Sam, "get ready." Sam nodded and gripped his gun determinedly. They slowly reached the top of the stairs after many creaking from the old boards, each one threatening to break beneath their feet.
At the top, they glanced down the corridor Snuggle had taken. The dark and barely distinguishable shape sneered at them from the far end and disappeared into a room, shutting the door behind.
Quickly they walked down the hall until they stood beside the now locked door. Dean leaned close and put an ear to it. On the other side, he could hear faint scuffling from Snuffle. Then he heard Snuffle turn on the radio, and soon, lovely music wafted through the door.
"Square dancing music?!?" Dean said, alarmed. Sam sank to the gritty floor and covered his ears with his hands. His gun dropped loudly to the floor beside him.
"Make it stop, makeitstop!" He whined, unable to bear it.
"Sammy!" Dean whispered harshly. Immediately, from the other side of the door, the music stopped. Dean glared at Sam. "You fool! He heard you!" Sam was ashamed and hung his head. Dean pressed his ear to the door again as he heard soft voices. Suddenly, the lock on the door turned. Someone had unlocked it. It couldn't have been Snuggle, for he was on the other side of the room and Dean hadn't heard him walk back. Who else was in there?
"Are we going in?" Sam asked as he carefully picked up his gun.
Dean nodded. "Careful now."
The two brothers readied themselves. Dean checked his gun and cracked his neck. "Okay, on the count of three. One, two…what are you doing?"
Sam looked at Dean's open mouth. "I…erm…I was getting ready to barge in there…."
"Is that lipstick?"
"No!" Sam shouted defensively and thrust the small container into his pocket. "It's chap stick. I can't kill something with dry lips."
Dean groaned and rolled his astounding eyes. "GO!" And Sam and he rudely kicked open the door without even bothering to try turning the door knob. They lifted their guns high and pointed them around the room.
Quiet moonlight seeped through the dirty windows, casting a calming and eerie feeling in the room. The amount of light that managed to make it past the filthiness of the windows allowed Dean and Sam to see the huddled form of Snuggle clearly….
Dean mumbled in his sleep and turned over in his super comfortable bed. A harsh light quickly filled the room as a door was opened. Soon, it was immediately turned off and a dark shape shuffled from the bathroom to the two beds.
Sam moved the sheets on his bed back and fluffed his pillow. A sudden rustling from Dean's bed caused him to look over. His brother turned over in his bed with the uneasiness of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare.
Sam grimaced. Dean would surely kill him if he waked him up. Better to let him sleep. Sam crawled into bed and settled in. He wondered what kind of callous dream Dean was having….
Snuggle bared his wonderful teeth at the two brothers.
Sam gasped aloud. "He's so cute!!"
And dear Snuggle was adorable. Even though he had been mutated, he had been mutated to uber cuteness. Snuggle lifted his furry arms and waved them about. Dean and Sam awwwwed. Snuggle walked awkwardly on his feet toward them, his cute and charming and fluffy fluff perfectly accented by the stunning moonlight. Dean and Sam awwwwed again. Snuggle blinked at them and tried to glare them down evilly, but only succeeded in flashing his enormously cute eyes at the two brothers. Dean and Sam almost died from the cuteness of it all. Snuggle opened his mouth to roar at them, but that which was emitted was not scary, but endearingly cute. And so, Snuggle advanced to the two brothers walking, swaying, glaring and roaring cutely. Sam sank to the floor, unable to maintain his footing.
Dean shook his head. "Sam, Sam, get up! This is a trap!"
"How right you are," came a somber voice from the window. Dean and Sam whipped their heads from Snuggle and gasped as they saw the speaker.
