Author's note: To everyone who's also reading my other story 'Those Pesky Butterflies' no worries, I'm neither abandoning nor slowing down on that one... I just got the possibility to write this and... I couldn't help myself!
The idea of Cas and Dean being ducks came up in a conversation with my great friend Maknatuna, who is now writing a story about - you guessed it - Dean and Castiel as ducks.
She allowed me to write a sort of, kind of, companion-piece with Sam and Gabriel as ducks, though.
Edit: Now beta-read by the wonderful Ghastly Eternity! Thank you, hon.
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"Humans are strange," Gabriel mused while ruffling the feathers of the drake resting next to him.
"Uhu," Sam commented lazily, trying to ignore the smaller duck. The taller duck with the medium brown feathers already knew that the peace and quiet was over, however.
"Did you know that Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you?" Gabriel stated seriously pecking the back of his partner's head slightly to get his full attention, "What rational species needs a word for that?"
In his nearly three years of life, Gabriel had travelled around a lot and had lived in a little pond next to a psychiatrist's office for a while. He had thought that the psychiatrist himself was quite crazy for regularly speaking to a duck, personally.
"Maybe they know that you are planning to overthrow them," Sam chuckled and brought one of his feet out from under his body to kick Gabriel, "I am trying to sleep, feather brain!"
The smaller duck quacked in faked outrage and stood up to go and find someone who would appreciate his presence. Knowing the little clearing they had decided to make their home at, he would be hard pressed to find someone like that, however.
Maybe it didn't help with making friends that Gabriel had a bit of a god-complex. He wasn't being priggish! He just knew he had been born to be something big! Well, not big in the body size department, obviously.
Meanwhile, Sam had been able to go back to resting, but of course he couldn't actually sleep anymore. Instead he thought about his brother Dean whom he had left behind when he had escaped from the farm they had been living at before. He had tried to get his brother to come along, but Dean could be very stubborn sometimes and he just hadn't wanted to leave their home.
In the first weeks Sam had thought about going back to the farm, but all that was forgotten once a crazy, nearly honey-colored drake had crash-landed into him. He hadn't been all too taken with the other duck at first, to be honest, but it wasn't like Gabriel had left him a choice. There just was no getting rid of the small duck once he had set his mind on something!
The big duck was brought back to the present by the insistent quacking of a very familiar voice that was still so far away that he could barely make out the words at first. After that he was quite sure that he must be mishearing, however.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!" Gabriel yelled excitedly, "It's followed me all on its own! Can I keep it? Can we keep it?"
Of course, all on its own meant that he was pushing the tiny kitten along with one of his wings.
"Gaaaaaaaaabe," Sam replied in as much of a whining tone as a duck could manage, "It's a cat! Cats eat ducks!"
At least big cats ate small ducks, or something.
"It's a completely different species!" the taller duck added reasonably after a moment of consideration. He was refusing to look at the kitten, because he just knew they would keep it the moment he got a good look.
"If your mother had been that hung up on the species issue, then where would you be today?" Gabriel retorted, keeping the tiny kitten close to himself, safely tucked under his wing.
"My father was not a goose, dammit!" Sam stated in an unnerved tone, but then made the mistake to look at the tiny mewling thing under Gabriel's wing. "Fine," he sighed.
"Oh, this is going to be great! We will teach him to love all birds and teach him to eat our enemies and we will show him how to swim and I'll cuddle him and love him and call him Jesse!"