Summary: New neighbours, a fight and an accident beset the pet mud-monkeys' lives. AU Sam/Dean Gabriel/Castiel unrelated slash. Sequel to 'A Walkies On The Wild Side' and 'The Sidewalk-Burger'.
A/N: Contains hopefully humorous candid language. Please don't read if easily offended. This story takes place in an Earth like Heaven where the people are angels and their pet mud-monkeys (ref. S04E07) are simple humans. Everyone looks exactly like they do on the show. No furry beasts here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its fandom, its characters or anything connected to them. I do not make money or profit in any way from this story.
Hey Babe (Part 1) by frostygossamer
Castiel's life in Holy City was perfectly peachy.
The minor heavenly official's romance with the very 'important' Gabriel had been coming along very nicely. The little archangel still spent a lot of his time down on Earth, on the Father's divine business, but he visited with his new angel lover whenever he got the time. This, as far as Castiel was concerned, just wasn't often enough.
Seeing as Gabriel's mud-monkey, Sam, was obviously getting on so well with Castiel's pet, Dean, the angel had soon offered to look after him full-time. Castiel really thought poor Sam shouldn't have to stay in kennels, as he usually did when his master was away. Since Gabriel was away much too often to give his loyal Sam the attention he deserved, Castiel was only too glad to help.
Kindly Castiel really did not like the idea of kennels much at all. He would never have been happy to leave his own good boy in what, he imagined, were such cruel places. He didn't think Gabriel's gentle and lollopy Sam deserved it either.
This new arrangement pleased Castiel's Dean majorly. The two mud-monkeys had become good friends, with benefits, and he got to have Sam around all the time. Dean considered himself a natural Alpha, and it was good to have his new Beta where he could keep his eye on him. Brought up quietly by Castiel ever since he was a mud-pup, Dean had never known exactly how lonely, or indeed how sexually deprived, he had been before he met the big horny muddie. He was totally making the most of the opportunity.
Living with Dean made Sam very happy too, and he wasn't averse to proving it frequently and thoroughly, whenever Dean would let him. Dean was inclined to let him often, because he had discovered that furking with the big muddie was his favourite thing, after eating of course.
~xXx~
With TWO large domestic creatures in residence, Castiel's little apartment had proved something of a tight squeeze. That had prompted the influential Gabriel to pull some celestial strings and find his steady a nice little house in a much sought-after, leafy suburb of Holy City. The house had a lovely spacious lawned back yard, lots of room for two active mud-monkeys to run around in. Castiel moved right in over the next weekend.
Castiel was very pleased that his mud-monkeys wouldn't have to be kept indoors so much of the time. Although he did worry whether the eternal heavenly sunshine might harm their naked pink hides, since they naturally hated to wear mudcoats. He knew pale skinned muddies were particularly susceptible to sunburn.
For his part, Sam was delighted to find they had so much yard at their disposal. He LOVED to run.
"Freakin' awesome," he declared, when he first set eyes on it. "Plenty space for runnin'. LOVE to run!"
Running was Sam's third favourite thing, after eating and fricking with Dean. Dean was a little less certain. He had always lived in the tiny apartment that Castiel had brought him home to as a mud-pup. He hated change.
"Don't know why we need a freakin' back yard, mudz," he grumbled.
"Dude, I can think of ONE reason," Sam declared, hunkering his bare butt down in the flowerbed. "Way better than a skanky litter tray!"
Dean scoffed. He wasn't so sure HE wanted his doings to be at one with nature. He was even LESS sure when found his personal convenience had somehow ended up in the TRASH. As they had a private back yard, Castiel had assumed there would no longer be any necessity for Dean to use a litter tray indoors, and he had JUNKED it.
"Oh, great! Now I gotta freakin' poop in the yard," Dean mumbled huffily.
The back yard was actually very nice, with a well-tended lawn surrounded by a border of baby's breath and fancy shrubbery. Castiel's property was separated from his new neighbour's yard by a fairly tall fence. It happened that the fence wasn't so tall that the extra large Sam couldn't see over it easily. However, Dean, being a little shorter, had to go right up to it and stretch up on his tippytoes.
Ever hyper-aware of security issues, Dean judged that the fence was just about low enough for a fit mud-monkey to climb. In an absolute emergency, that was.
~xXx~
Castiel was delighted with the new house. He was somewhat less delighted with his new neighbour.
Zachariah was a pompous angel with an unpleasant disposition. Castiel popped next door and tried to introduce himself on the day he moved in, just to be friendly, but he was greeted with a sneer and a rather too brusque handshake.
"Not a nice person," Castiel told his muddies on his return. "You two boys better keep down the noise. I don't need any problems with a neighbour like him."
Dean looked at Sam blankly. Sam translated, with his astonishing grasp of Enochian.
"Guess Master says YOU better be freakin' quiet, mudz. Grumpy angel next door don't like noisy."
"That'd be YOU," Dean returned, outraged. "'S YOU who's the freakin' noisy one, not me."
Dean classified himself as a guard-mudder and, as such, prided himself on his silent but deadly skills.
Sam made a face. "Dude, like when am I EVER noisy?" he demanded.
"Just ALL the damn time," Dean commented, sashaying away. "Freakin' loud-ass," he added, under his breath.
Sam harrumphed. "Smart-ass," he retorted to Dean's retreating heinie.
~xXx~
At their first opportunity, the two muddies explored their new home. After checking out the kitchen, living room, dining room and hall, they climbed the stairs and investigated the bathroom. They noted the bath, shower, sink and handy low-level drinking facilities. Then they took a peek in the bedrooms, noticing how their bare feet sank into the soft carpeting, but found nothing of particular interest in there.
However, on the upstairs landing, "Dude, what's this?" Sam asked, pointing at a mysterious closed door.
Dean experimentally tugged at the door handle and found it opened easily. Inside it turned out to be a carpeted walk-in linen closet with shelves. Although small, it seemed almost big enough to lie down in, corner to corner. The floor was covered with a leftover piece of the same thick, deep pile carpet from the master bedroom. Sam pushed his way inside and spread himself out on the rug. The warm wooliness felt good under his naked back.
"Co-zy," he remarked.
Dean came inside with him and plopped his butt on the floor at Sam's feet.
"Not roomy enough for sporkin', dude," he pronounced.
"Dunno," Sam responded, his curiosity piqued. "Why not give it a try."
He got up on all fours and wriggled his bare behind in the air invitingly. "Poke away, mudz."
Always willing to try a new position, Dean kneeled behind him, slicked up his instrument and carefully inserted it between his companion's ready buttocks.
"My bad," he corrected himself. "Mmm, 's real accommodatin' in here."
"Room or butt?" Sam asked, confused.
"Both," Dean answered from behind, moving his hips rhythmically. "Du-ude, 's warm and wonderful snug."
"Which... ooh... one?" Sam demanded, between tiny groans of pleasure.
"Both agin, mudz," Dean murmured happily. "But, mhm, mostly your hot freakin' butt."
When Castiel came to store his stuff in the linen closet later, he was mystified by a strange sticky mark on the carpet. He had to assume it had been made by the house's former owners.
~xXx~
The following day there came a revelation.
Sam and Dean had the run of the new house. Castiel had even had a mud-flap installed in his backdoor so they could go in and out whenever they wanted. Fascinated with this new toy, they spent one whole morning running in and out every five minutes until they got bored with the game.
Later, they were out in the back yard, puttering around while their master made lunch, because they could, when what should they hear but a fe-mudly voice.
"Coo-ee," called the voice from behind the backyard fence.
Sam wandered across and peered over the divider. In the next yard he found the voice belonged to a pretty mud-chick, in fact a damned attractive mud-chick. Sam ran an appreciative eye over her flawless figure, nude, obviously, except for a big sparkly bow in her long, lustrous dark hair.
"Hi," he said, treating her to a dimpled smile. "How you doin'?"
"Ooh, 'lo there, big boy," she replied, running over. "Where'd you come from, sweetie?"
"We just moved in," Sam explained. "With our Master. Yesterday."
"We?" she asked, fluttering her lashes.
"Yeah, me and my buddy Dean," he replied.
Hearing his name, Dean became curious. He dropped his burger-shaped chew-toy and came over to join in the conversation. Being a little shorter than Sam, he had to stretch right up on his toes to see over the fence, his perky nipples rubbing up against the rough wood.
"Whassup?" he asked.
"Ooh, another boy," the mudette chirped happily. "'Lo there, Dean."
"Hey," Dean responded.
"And I'm Sam," Sam contributed, just in case he had been forgotten.
The female mud-monkey was clearly delighted to find herself in the company of a couple good-looking males. She twisted her silky hair and wriggled her hips seductively.
"Well, 'lo Dean AND Sam," she said. "I'm Lisa."
"You're pretty, Lisa," Dean congratulated her, ever silver-tongued.
"I KNOW," Lisa replied, preening. "Won PRIZES for bein' pretty."
"Prizes?" Sam wondered. "What's 'prizes'?"
Dean wondered vaguely if prizes were maybe something like rewards. Rewards meaning food!
"Cups and stuff," Lisa explained. "Presents for my Master. He's VERY proud of me."
Dean was a little disappointed by no food being involved, but Sam was impressed.
"You must be good, ifn your Master's PROUD," he said admiringly.
Lisa gave him a sunny smile. "Sure AM," she agreed.
"My Master's proud of ME," Dean piped up suddenly, not wanting to be outdone.
Sam grinned at him. "'Course Master's proud of you," he said. "Dude, you're freakin' ADORABLE."
Dean was a little taken aback by the unexpected compliment. Lisa studied him with renewed interest. Her smile widened.
"Wanna hop over and PLAY?" she asked, accompanying that last word with a wink of invitation.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. In mud-monkey society it would have been VERY impolite to turn down such a blatant offer of sex. But, before they could work out how best to scale the fence, they heard Castiel calling from inside the house.
"DEAN?! SAM?! Come and get it, boys!"
Food! Dean smiled at Lisa apologetically. "Master callin'," he said.
Lisa knew what that meant. Loyal mud-monkeys ALWAYS came when they were called.
"Yeah, gotta go," Sam added, as they pulled themselves away.
Female forgotten, the two mud-monkeys raced each other inside to eat.
~xXx~
By the next weekend, Castiel's archangel boyfriend was back in town. Castiel was happy as a clam, because Gabriel had been carrying out his Father's business on Earth for a couple weeks and Castiel had missed him every single day. And night.
As usual, the two angels took their pets to the Elysian Fields park for a relaxing stroll.
Dean and Sam loved to go to the park for a run around. Dean loved to gate-crash the little cherubs' ball games. He was very fond of mud-pups and cherubs, and all kinds of baby creatures. They brought out his nesting instincts. Sam still enjoyed harassing pretty angels, something that his master had taught him to do, back in the days when Gabriel was still single and looking to hook up.
Castiel and Dean didn't know it, but it hadn't been exactly an accident that Sam had knocked the angel over, the day they had all met. Gabriel had been eyeing up Castiel for a while, and Sam had been doing the same with Dean for even longer.
"How are you finding the house, Cas honey? Great, huh?" Gabriel asked his boyfriend.
"The house is wonderful, Gabe," Castiel answered, enthusiastically. "Only problem is the grouchy next door neighbour."
Bumptious Zachariah hadn't made a very pleasant impression on the nervous Castiel.
"Oh yeah," Gabriel agreed. "Bumped into HIM when I looked the place over with the realtor. Kinduva stuffed shirt, huh?"
"He IS a little self-important," Castiel chuckled. "That's why I wondered if he was maybe... an archangel?"
Gabriel huffed away that ridiculous idea. Like an archangel had to be grouchy. HE was an archangel and he was heaps of fun.
"Archangel shmarchangel," he sneered. "Guy's just a jumped-up functionary from Planning. All piss and wind. Just you don't take any crap from him, Cas baby. He's an ass-hat."
"Um, I'd rather got that impression," agreed Castiel.
After letting off some steam, and completing the necessary toilet functions, the two pets trotted obediently after their masters, heading to enjoy a bite of lunch on their favourite park bench, close by the Elysian Cafe.
~xXx~
"Humble-bumble-gumble," mumbled Sam, as he trotted along at Dean's side.
Dean shot him a sideways glance. "What ya got that freakin' frisbee in your mouth fur?" he demanded.
Sam took the yellow plastic object he had been carrying out of his mouth and tucked it under his arm.
"Dunno, mudz," he said. "Seemed like a good place."
Dean shook his head, incredulous. "Freakin' dumb-ass," he snickered.
As they progressed through the park, the two mud-monkeys ran on a little ahead of their masters, bumping up against each other playfully as they went. Then, horror, when they got close to their special bench, they found it already occupied by a large sprawling mud-monkey. He wore a scar over his nose and a vicious glint in his eye. His sun-darkened skin was burned and roughened by too much exposure to the weather and too little looking after.
The nameless trespasser was evidently some damn STRAY! Dean switched into guard-mud mode.
"Hey, bud, that's OUR spot. Move it, if you know what's freakin' good for ya!" he growled, baring his teeth.
The feral mud-monkey simply stretched and sat up straight, fixing him with an evil glare.
"Was here first," he declared. "Wanna start sumthin', huh? Pooch-ass!"
Dean felt deeply insulted by the epithet. He was so NOT a pooch-ass. Being enviably sleek and well-groomed didn't make him some lap-muddie. HE was a guard-mudder, and a DAMN good one.
"Mangy freakin' mudderfricker!" he barked, the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
"Pansy-puss!" the stray flung straight back acidly.
The vicious mudder had a certain flair with on-target insults. Grrr! Dean's hackles were definitely up. Sam came up to stand at his side supportively.
He huffed his bangs out of his eyes, and chipped in darkly, "There's TWO of us to one of you, bud. Just scat, would ya."
The ugly customer gave no indication that he intended to scat quietly. He showed his broken teeth in a nasty grimace.
"MAKE ME!" he challenged.
At this point Castiel turned to Gabriel with a worried look on his face.
"This creature looks dangerous," he said. "I do wish we'd kept the pets on the leash, Gabe. They could get hurt."
Gabriel nodded. "I'll go get a couple park rangers," he said and vanished.
Two seconds later he was back with the park rangers, to find Castiel sitting on the grass stroking Dean, who was panting and looking wildly triumphant. The stray mud-monkey was laying spread-eagled on the ground, blood pouring from a ragged wound in his neck, badly hurt. Sam was crouched down staring daggers at the interloper, his lip curled in a snarl.
"Hey, Cas, what went down?" a surprised Gabriel demanded.
"Dean BIT him," Castiel answered simply. "My BRAVE little soldier."
~xXx~
To celebrate Dean's triumph, Gabriel ordered a box of tempting French pastries from the cafe. These were thoroughly enjoyed by the two angel sitting deliberately on THEIR bench and the two mud-monkeys laying on the ground underneath.
The four of them had been there a while when who should come along but snooty Zachariah with his glammed-up mud-chick, Lisa, trotting on her leash behind him, nose in the air. As they passed by Castiel took in the female creature's garish getup and turned to Gabriel.
"I know he shows her in competition, Gabe, but I still don't hold with this business of dressing up your pets in silly costumes," he whispered. "Dean has a winter coat, but sequins..."
"Reckon it's hilarious," Gabriel commented. "Look at her ittle bitty shoes."
The mudette was straight from the grooming parlour, dressed to the nines in red satin peephole brassiere and matching ruffled crotchless panties. She had a sweet little fascinator clipped to her carefully coiffured hair. On her feet she wore tiny, shiny gold slippers.
"Yes, the shoes ARE going a bit far," Castiel agreed.
Sam and Dean eyed the yummy-looking mud-chick from under the bench, their tongues hanging out.
"Freakin' TASTY!" Dean exclaimed.
"UH-HUH!" Sam agreed.
~xXx~
That night, as Sam and Dean lay curled up together in their sleeping basket, Dean felt restless. Memories of the day's fight flitted around in his imagination. He heaved a sudden loud sigh.
"What, dude?" Sam asked, hugging his friend tight around the waist.
"That mudder," Dean hissed. "Dude was a jerk-ass. Askin' for a freakin' bitin'."
Dean reckoned he wasn't really a biter but sometimes... SOMETIMES... his righteous anger got the better of him!
"Sure was," Sam agreed. "And you gave it to him but good, mudz," he added proudly.
"Yeah, the sonuva. We showed him, huh?" Dean's nerves thrummed as he relived the battle. "Slammed him. Beat on the sucker. Sank my teeth in his filthy freakin' neck."
"Made one big freakin' mistake tanglin' with us, he did. Fixed his freakin' wagon," Sam agreed enthusiastically. "Make one helluva team, mudz."
Sam felt justifiably proud of his new Alpha.
"Love me a good fight," Dean declared, adrenaline again racing through his veins. "Makes me so super-freakin'-HORNY."
"Yeah, yeah, me too," Sam concurred.
Dean's eyes met Sam's and they were huge. "Wanna sixty-nine?" he panted.
Sam wholeheartedly agreed, "Hell YEAH!"
Dean squiggled around, so he was upside-down against Sam's warm, naked skin, and nuzzled at Sam's member, eagerly drawing it into his mouth. A galvanizing thrill shot up his spine as he felt the moist warmth of Sam's lips around his. Dean growled soft and low as he sucked. He felt like a mud-pup at its mother's teat, except that Sam's appendage was somewhat more generously proportioned to any mere teat.
Dean loved this. His nerves had him all wound up like a coiled spring, he needed something, to be petted, to be stroked, to be sucked, to calm his jangling nerves. Sam gentled him so perfectly, as the big muddie lovingly mouthed at him and absorbed a tasty serving of his friend's liquid essence.
"Dude, you could raise munchkins on that milk. Freakin' delicious," Sam murmured appreciatively.
Dean sniggered around Sam's member, an orgasmic sensation Sam discovered, as his release burst forth. Dean swallowed and sighed happily.
"Likewise, mudz," he responded. "Cream is overrated."
Thus quietened, they quickly fell into a contented sleep, heads pillowed comfortably on each other's butt.
TBC
A/N: This sequel had been lying around half written on my laptop for ages. Thought I might as well start posting it to encourage myself to get it done. The story is all finished. It will just needs a bit more editing. More soon...