Dean and Cas looked down from the trees as the humans pulled down the statue of Robert Lee.

Dean ruffled his feathers angrily. "I liked to sit on that statue."

Cas hooted in amusement. "The man represents some awful things."

"I get that."

"They'll put up another statue of someone else, and you can sit on him. Or her."

"Bet they won't be on a horse, though."

"What?"

"I liked to sit on the horse. I can't sit on a real one."

"You want to... ride a horse?"

"Yeah. Like a cooboy," Dean cooed.

Cas blinked once. Twice. "That is a terrible pun," he said, then abruptly took flight.

"Nobody appreciates my puns," Dean sighed. He cast one last look at his favourite statue, now lying on its side on the grass, before flying after his mate.