stuffed animal bag

Mr Snuggles

Request: Could you do a Dean x reader one shot where the reader has a stuffed animal ( only thing of her childhood) but keeps it hidden from Sam and Dean. After a hunt, when they return to the bunker the reader can’t find the stuffed animal in her bag and start to panics. Dean find the stuffed animal in his bag and understands why the reader was so down in the past days (he know about the stuffed animal because he had saw she sleep with it ) and returns it to her and it’s all fluff? Thank you

A/N: I did it a little different to what you requested, hope it’s okay!

Word count: 680

Characters: Dean x reader friendship, Sam x reader friendship.

Warnings: talk of death (kinda)

On the drive back to the bunker the car was filled with music and laughter. The case was very successful, you were able to figure out the whole case in the space of two days and took care of it very well, saving everyone involved. Dean drove back listening to ‘fool in the rain’.

“You guys wanna go grab a victory burger?” Dean smiled to Sam and then looked in his mirror to look at you in the back seat.

“Sure” you smiled back. You went through your back pack to see if you you’d brought money with you. As you looked through, you realised something was missing. “Oh shit! Shit shit shit!” You panicked rummaging through you bag quickly.

“What? What’s wrong?” Sam asked concerned.

“He’s gone” you shouted still going through your bag although it was obvious that he wasn’t there.

“Who’s gone?” Sam asked.

“Mr snuggles!” You said in frustration and looking back through your bag again. Sam and Dean both looked at each other and started laughing. You looked up at them and realised you’d just told them about your stuffed animal and that you call him ‘mr snuggles’.

“Who’s Mr snuggles? Is he your stuffed animal?” Sam laughed again.

“He’s a teddy bear, don’t be an ass” you sighed slamming your backpack down on the seat. “He’s the last thing my mom gave me before she died.”

“Y/N-” Sam said now sympathetically, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to..”

“Just forget it ok? He’s gone so it doesn’t really matter” you sighed, slumping back in your seat.

“I’ll find him I promise, we’ll look around the bunker and if he’s not there then I’ll drive all the way back to the witnesses house tomorrow and look for him” Sam smiled back to you.

You smiled back, “thanks Sam”.

“You still wanna go grab a burger?” Dean asked.

“Yeah but this guy-” you said now talking to Sam, “-annoyed me so your paying for me” you said cheekily as you kicked the back of his chair with a smile spread across your face. Sam laughed and agreed to pay for your burger.

You sat in the booth in the small diner and ordered your burgers. While you were waiting, Sam went to the bathroom. Dean opened his duffel back and had a look of shock on his face. “What?” You asked.

“Is this him?” Dean asked as he pulled out your old teddy, mr snuggles.

“Oh my god! You found him” you smiled as you grabbed r bear away from Dean.

“Sorry, I must have picked him up by mistake,” Dean stared but you stopped him.

“It’s okay, I’m glad I have him back” you held on to the stuffed bear tight.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry that we both laughed at you in the car,” you wanted to stop him but you also wanted to hear what else he had to say. “I know that bear means a lot to you, I’ve seen you sleeping with it before” he smiled sadly.

“Oh god” you sighed, putting your hands over your face in embarrassment.

“Hey no come on” Dean said as he pulled your hands away from your face. “I think it’s adorable” he smiled. “And I mean your mom gave it to you right? We all have something of our parents that we keep with us to remember them.”

“I was a kid when she died…” You sighed thinking back to your mom. “I miss her” you smiled down at the teddy.

“I’m so sorry… My mom died too when I was a kid, all I have-” he reached into his wallet and pulled out an old, dusty photo, “-is this.” He passed the photo to you, it was a photo of him and his mother.

“She was so beautiful, what was her name?”

“Mary” he smiled taking the photo back and looking at it. “So you know some people have old photos, some people have stuffed animals, nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” you smiled, hugging the bear close to you again.

Stix (Part 3) (Part 1, Part 2)

For lilred91

Author’s Note: I took the first suggestion, where Stix and you started going on hunts with Daryl, and then I gave it a little twist (a good one). Hope you like it!

Stix caught the rabbit easily in her mouth, trotting back happily to you and Daryl and dropping the catch into Daryl’s hands.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, patting her head and stuffing the animal into his bag before glancing at you, noticing the big smile on your face. “What?” he asked in his low voice, staring curiously at you.

“You love my dog,” you exclaimed, knowing grin on your face. Daryl rolled his eyes, beginning to walk forward. You caught up to him quickly, Stix on your heels as you walked next to Daryl. “Admit it,” you pushed, ducking under a branch of a tree. “You love my dog. She’s special to you, you think she’s cute, and you love her-”

Daryl stopped abruptly, and without warning, pulled you into him, kissing your lips firmly. It didn’t last long, because Stix got in between the two of you, pushing you apart.

“I love the dog,” Daryl muttered as he pulled away, looking away from you. “and I love you.”

You were speechless, and you knew you were supposed to say it back, but you never thought those words would come out of Daryl Dixon’s mouth. Not to anyone. Ever. So you just pulled him back into you, moving Stix with your foot, and kissed Daryl with everything you had, mumbling a small, “I love you, Daryl Dixon,” when you let up for air.

The Missing Bear

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 372

Request from anon: “Could you do a Dean x reader one shot where the reader has a stuffed animal ( only thing of her childhood ) but keeps it hidden from Sam and Dean. After a hunt, when they return to the bunker the reader no longer find the stuffed animal and start to panics. When Dean find the stuffed animal in his bag, he understands why the reader was so down in the past days (he know about the stuffed animal because he had saw she sleep with it ) and returns it to her and it’s all fluff? Thank you”

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