A.N. So, I'm the one who wrote it, but even I think this is a bizarre little chapter. Trying to think like a robin...Very odd! Also, I have been a total slacker when it comes to replying to your lovely, and often amusing, reviews this week. SORRY! Time has been in short supply, I hope you can forgive me, I will get round to doing it. I promise.
Chick xxx
CHAPTER 14
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At last the pain killers started to kick in, beginning to take the edge off the worst of Dean's soreness, bringing his hurt levels down to bearable and, effectively conning Dean into believing he was fine now to move more freely, easily and quickly, without the risk of causing any further problems. Happy that he felt so much better, Dean increased his speed up to jogging pace, in the hope of making up for lost time and being able to close the gap somewhat between himself and Sam. Dean's gearing up his speed caught the robin by surprise. The bird now found himself having to fly more or less continuously, rather than his usual habit of flitting from branch to branch. Big Bird move quick, have to keep up, make sure he no get lost. Can't rest, no rest! Stay with Big Bird. Help Big Bird...Give me more pink food maybe...?
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Eventually the little bird started to tire and the thoughts of stopping became more and more tempting. If he didn't do something soon, he would begin to lag further and further behind Big Bird. Have to catch Big Bird, make Big Bird slow down. Wings tired. Pulling on his reserves, the robin picked up speed, it's wings a blur as it determinedly chased after Dean, whistling and trilling from behind the hunter whilst he flew.
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In a forest that was full of birds and bird song, the small cries of the robin failed to rise above the rest, and Dean maintained his speed. In desperation, the robin changed his tactic. From seemingly out of nowhere, Dean found himself being repeatedly buzzed at close range by an extremely stroppy bird. Dean's attempts to dodge and duck out of the creature's swooping flight path threatened to result in him tripping over his own feet. Thoroughly irritated, Dean gave up and came to a halt. The bird instantly landed on the floor a few feet in front of Dean. Glaring at the creature, maintaining eye contact with it, Dean was sure he could see the little thing puffing and panting. It didn't matter, and the robin found itself once again looking into the dark, circular hole of the shiny thing that Big Bird held at the end of it's useless wings. The robin assumed it must be some kind of bizarre beak, currently open wide and begging for food. The little creature duly took to the air, and perched itself on the barrel of the Glock. Dean shook the gun, dislodging the bird in a flurry of wings.
"Gerrof! Get back over to where you were standing, so's I can shoot you...What the...? Freakin' thing! I said, piss off! It's a gun, not a bloody perch! Huh?...Ok, this' sooo not normal. What the Hell's wrong with you? You mangy Dodo!"
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It took a while for the robin to get it's message across. It had to repeatedly flutter ahead of Dean, then wait for him to catch up, before darting a short distance ahead and landing again in plain sight of the hunter. The frustrated creature was very much relieved when, at last, Big - dumb - Bird seemed to realise what the robin was trying to get across to it. It finally stopped it's harsh, and constant, squawking. The robin watched in open curiosity whilst Big Bird put it's odd looking beak away, hiding it somewhere beneath it's even odder looking plumage. Living in the forest, the robin had seen quite a number of these crazy looking big birds, some hung around in flocks, others appeared, like him, to travel alone. He had also seen big birds out and about with their hatchlings, but he had never before been so close to a big bird, or spent so long in the company of one. He knew they all had similar weird plumage, although there were many different colours amongst them. He now assumed that all big birds must hide their beaks away like this one had. A relatively quieter song from Big Bird broke into the robin's musings.
"Ok...I think I get it...The soon-to-be-dead Fugly who's taken my brother sent you, and now I'm supposed to follow you meekly into some kinda trap. Right? What I want to know is, why did it have to send a dumb ass parrot? What's up with a huge, mean lookin' grizzly? Now that would've been awesomely cool, and I could've ridden on it's back. Instead, I get a crazy, hair pulling, chicken...Whatever...Come on Tweety...Let's get goin'."
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Sam stepped out from under the cover of the trees and into unrestricted sunlight. He paused, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness that was all around him. A warm, soft, musical voice whispered inside his head,
"Welcome."
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A.N. Currently decorating the kitchen. If my other half and I get it done before tomorrow, I'll push to get the next chapter out, rather than leave you hanging on from this one for a week...Or shall I? ;p Reviews can be sooo persuasive :D
Chick xxx