Bunnies and Squirrels and Deans! Oh, My!

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Sam Winchester exited the bathroom of the motel room dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans and accompanied by a cloud of wispy warm steam. He was vigorously drying his dark locks with a dingy white towel. "Dean, I've been thinki—"

"Ssshhh."

He eyed his older brother who was peering intently out the small side window into the violet gray hues of twilight.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"Ssshhh!"

"Dude, quit shushing me. What're you doing?"

"Watching."

"Watching what? What's out there?" A couple of heartbeats of silence went by. Sam felt his stomach clench. "Wait a minute—is it the cops? FBI? Crap, don't tell it's more zombies! I thought we got the whole nest." Sam scrambled to don a shirt and shoes.

"Bunnies."

Sam froze with sock halfway on his foot. "Bunnies?"

"And squirrels."

"What the—? Bunnies and squirrels? Dean, are you feeling okay?" Sam stood and moved quickly toward Dean. "Did you hit your head earlier or something? I shouldn't have let you go on that hunt."

"No, I didn't hit my head. It's an experiment."

"An experiment? What're you trying to do—zap 'em with your mind or something?"

Dean shot him a dirty look. "No, I threw some stuff outside and I'm watching to see what they eat."

"I don't think rabbits and squirrels eat cheeseburgers, Dean."

"Not cheeseburgers, dodo bird. I threw out a couple of apples, some carrots, a few grapes, and some red thing with a bunch of seeds inside it."

"Wait a minute! You threw out my snacks? The snacks I JUST bought at the store? Even my pomegranate?"

"Was that the red thing with the seeds?"

"Yeah."

"Then, yeah, I cut it in half and threw it out there."

"I can't believe you! I was looking forward to eating that stuff. Especially the pomegranate."

"Ssshhh. I think they can hear you."

"Why didn't you throw out your chips? Or you're cheese curls? Or your M&Ms?"

The older hunter shot him an incredulous look. "Bunnies and squirrels don't eat that crap." He tilted his head to the side, deep in thought. "Maybe corn chips—they might eat those. But I didn't have any."

"Oh, so you threw all my stuff out there."

"Not all of it. There're some carrots left."

Sam growled.

Dean laughed. "You gotta see this, Sam. Come look."

"Why?"

"Just come here." Dean sighed.

Sam did, but reluctantly.

"Watch the squirrel. He just ate a bunch of grapes. But look at him dig those seeds outta that thing. He loves it. Now, the bunnies—they wanted no part of it. Too frou frou, I bet. They like the grapes and apples a lot. The carrots—not so much. They'll eat 'em but they're not crazy about 'em. Smart bunnies."

"You sure you didn't hit your head?"

Dean huffed in mock annoyance.

"I'm stealing your bag of cheese curls for this, you know," muttered Sam as he watched the little creatures feast.

"Whatever. Hey, I wonder if they'll eat cabbage. Or lettuce. Maybe cucumber."

"You're nuts."

"I know the squirrels will eat nuts but I don't think the rabbits will."

"I think I'll steal your half of the beer too. I need it."

"Uh huh."

Sam crossed his arms and pouted as his threat/promise failed to get the reaction for which he'd been hoping. His attention was drawn by movement as another squirrel joined the party, and, despite his disgruntlement, he continued to watch the unfolding tableau outside the window. Wishing all the while that bunnies and squirrels did indeed eat M&Ms.

Fin

A/N: This was inspired simply by the fact that I've been feeding the bunnies and squirrels in my backyard and I've been enjoying seeing the various fruits and vegetables they will and won't eat. It's been entertaining.

Hope you enjoyed.

Vanessa