Voices
"You like it when he's so fragile and you get to comfort him, don't you?"
Dean woke up, startled. It was a hot night. Everyone in the yard was sleeping. Only crickets creaked annoyingly.
"Who's here? Where are you hiding, you son of a bitch?" Dean hissed quietly.
"Nowhere, you dumbass, I'm your heart's voice." The duck flinched at the small chuckle.
"What do you want from me?" he required sternly.
"For you to open your eyes and face the truth."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was getting angry and impatient while having a dialog with an invisible collocutor.
"Are you really that stupid, or are you just playing tough duck?"
"Look, either you spill it or I'll make you shut up!" Dean shouted angry.
There was an exasperated, long sigh.
"Definitely stupid. You can't make me shut up, Dean. I'm inside your heart. And I mean your tender feelings towards your friend."
"What? What tender feelings? He's my friend, I'm not in love with him, for duck's sake!"Dean shouted loud enough that it made Castiel start. The smaller duck was sleeping beside him, his beak touching his dark green chest.
"S goin n De" he slurred sleepily and snuggled closer to Dean, asleep again.
The black duck's heartbeat increased instantly at the contact and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"See, that's what I'm talking about," the voice snickered.
"You're wrong. So wrong," Dean argued.
"I see you like to be a stubborn ass. Well, we'll see how long you can deny it."
"Bullshit!" Dean quacked, trying to sound confident.
There was no answer.
"Hey," the duck called in the darkness.
And again no one answered.
"Heh, I beat your sorry ass," Dean laughed victoriously.
"Morning, Dean. Who were you talking to last night?" Castiel waddled towards the wooden basin to drink some water. He had just woken up and looked disheveled and drowsy.
"Morning, Cas. I…" Dean trailed off. He gulped nervously when his eyes met smaller duck's eyes.
"What's the matter?" Castiel tilted his head.
"Isn't that cute, Dean?" the voice chuckled.
The black duck quacked, frightened, and jumped. Dean slapped himself in the face hard.
"Shut up!" he hissed, closing his eyes.
"Dean…" Castiel took two steps back.
"No no no, Cas. I wasn't talking to you!" Dean rushed forward and grabbed his friend's shoulders.
"Ooh, look how adorable he is, Dean."
Dean paled and took his wings off Castiel's shoulders. Without saying a word, he returned to the basin and ducked his head in the water. He stayed like that for a minute. When his lungs screamed for air, he raised his head, inhaled sharply and ducked again.
Castiel was rendered speechless. But after seeing quite a lot of 'let me drown', he waddled over to his friend and pulled him out of the water.
Dean's struggle lasted for seven days. He refused to eat and was trying his best to avoid Castiel. Not that he did not like him. He would fidget, blush, and sweat like a teenage girl whenever smaller duck was near.
Castiel was worried sick about his friend. It was really hard to see Dean running in the yard and screaming, "Shut up, I said, shut up!" when no one was following him. The black duck would not talk to him and share his problems. This was upsetting Castiel a lot.
At night when it was time to sleep, Dean would pretend he had some important things left to do in the yard, thus waiting 'til the smaller duck was asleep. Then he would go over to the fig tree and sit under it.
"So, how you hangin'? Pretty bad, eh?" Dean already was adjusted to the sudden questions, so he didn't even flinch.
"How do I make you shut up?" he groaned.
"Only if you acknowledge your defeat."
Dean put his head on the dewy grass and looked at the full moon. He could not lie anymore. He had lost the battle.
"Alright, I acknowledge my defeat. Yes, I'm in love with him."
The voice laughed softly.
"Good start. See, it wasn't that bad. Now, you must confess your feelings to him."
Dean banged his head on the ground.
"Why can't I just kill you, bastard?" Dean snapped.
