"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?" Sam had to struggle to keep a straight face as the pigeon Dean had just shooed away from the roof of their car divebombed his brother's head. By his feet, the Colonel snorted in laughter, and he had to resist the urge to do the same.
The bird was coming in for another pass, and he quickly ducked out of the way, pulling the Colonel back with him on the leash. Dean wasn't so lucky though, and the pigeon's feet grazed his head, before it flipped over in the air and flapped to the top of a light pole a few feet away, leaving his brother flailing wildly in the middle of the crowded parking lot.
"Uh, Dean?" He said, raising his eyebrows as his brother continued to thrash, waving his arms above his head like he was crazy, "It's up there now." He pointed to the lamp post.
Dean froze, his arms still shielding his head, then slowly turned in the direction he was pointing. "Oh." His expression quickly turned to a glare. "What the hell man?" He shouted up at the bird, who did nothing more than ruffle its feathers at the loud noise.
For a moment, Dean looked taken aback, then his eyes narrowed, "Okay, well, I'm sorry but I don't reallygive a crap if you're a girl or not you stupid bag of feathers! You do /not/ sit on my car! Do you know how long it's going to take to get those scratches out?"
The pigeon began to preen its feathers.
"Yeah?" Dean's voice was getting louder by the second, and it was obvious to Sam that he was quickly losing control of his temper as the canine instincts took over, "Well frak you too!" Only a moment passed before Dean realized what he'd said, and his eyebrows shot to his forehead, "Frak? What the hell does that even mean? Did you seriously just make up a word to insult me?"
The pigeon flew away before anything else could be said. The next minute was spent with both dog and man watching in amusement as Dean continued to shout obscenities after the bird, which had already disappeared from sight.
"Let's just get out of here." Dean snapped, yanking open the driver's side door and sending a glare in Sam and the Colonel's direction before getting into the car and slamming the door behind him.
The Colonel happily climbed in to the back seat when Sam opened the door for him, and sprawled out on his side across the leather before he'd even gotten into his own seat.
They drove off, Dean muttering under his breath the whole way about the bird-brained idiotic bag of feathers-he seemed quite fond of that particular insult, because he repeated it about five times before his words became too low to make out-that had dared to 'desecrate' his precious baby.
Sam rested his forehead against the window as the rainclouds that had been hovering over the sky all day finally released their captives to patter against the roof of the Impala, which, no matter how much Dean tried to complain to the contrary, was spotless and showed no signs whatsoever that a bird had used it as a perch-Sam stared up at the grey sky in silence.
In the back of the car, the Colonel gave a low whine, his eyes fixed to the seat in front of him.
The radio came suddenly to life, and Sam could feel his brother's eyes on the back of his head.
But his gaze was on the sky, and with the rain pouring down around them, he could almost pretend that it was heaven that was crying, and not him.
