“What the hell is that?” Dean asked, frowning at the creature that had taken residence on the couch.
It was a cuddly reindeer, or what was passing as a reindeer these days in toy stores. It had the red nose but the antlers were lopsided and the little arms were straight out, not exactly on four legs like its real life partners.
It was also freaking ugly.
“It’s a reindeer.”
Dean looked up from the thing and arched his eyebrows at his girlfriend, who was standing in the doorway with a grin. It was exactly the reaction she expected from Dean, who always made the same comment no matter what cuddly toy was bought for their two year old daughter.
“It’s a reindeer,” Buffy repeated as she joined Dean to look at the toy.
“It’s a creature from hell.”
As much as she wanted to defend the toy against Dean’s criticism, she couldn’t help but agree that the toy Faith had brought over was horrid and nowhere near what would pass as old Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.
“You can’t give that to Ivy. She’ll have nightmares of demon reindeer.”
“What do you suggest then?”
“Torch the sucker.”
Buffy stared at Dean, wondering for a moment if he wasn’t taking this a bit too far. It was a stuffed toy and not a shapeshifter that they were used to hunting in the middle of the night.
“What?” exclaimed Dean, his arms folding across his chest as he stared back at her.
“Have you been at the sherry again? That’s for Santa. Not for you.”
“I haven’t been at the sherry! It’s a demon reindeer. I’m a pro at these things and it’s a demon. A demon in the body of a stuffed reindeer.”
With a slow nod, Buffy walked out of the room and shook her head. Never again would she let Faith buy ugly toys for her child and never again would she leave the sherry out for Santa, when she knew that a certain man would get his hands on it and accuse a toy of being a demon reindeer.
Maybe they had been at the hunting game for too long.