Part 2: SnuggleFugly
THEN:
The Snuggle thing didn't know why it could move and eat. It didn't care.
It ate.
It hid in thrift shops. Daycare centers.
Delicious, warm meat. Young, old. Big, small. People cuddled with the Snuggle in their beds at night.
They didn't wake up in the morning.
No one knew. Until now.
The green eyed hunter dreamed about Snuggle.
Snuggle knew.
NOW:
The hunter had a silver gun. Fever warmed his skin.
Snuggle hid behind the dryers. I'll feast upon his heart. Hold it up before his dying eyes, gobble it down.
Snuggle's teeth grew longer.
Time to eat.
Next up: the original drabble. One less thing Dean can cross off his bucket list.
