Whispers in the Dark
He could not calm down. There was no sufficient air and he could not move freely. The bird kicked his webbed feet desperately and immediately felt a peck on leg.
"Who's here?" he quacked.
"Stop kicking you dumbass!" an angry voice shouted at him.
"Who is it? Don't you have a name?" the pecked duck demanded.
"I'm Dean, who're you?"
Dean! That new, arrogant duck. So proud and cynical.
"My name is Castiel. Seems we are both in big trouble," Castiel sighed.
There was a short laughter. "Dunno about you, but I'm not gonna sit and wait 'til they fry my ass!"
"Then what are you going to do?" Castiel was amazed by Dean's spirit.
"I'm going to try to fly away when the moment comes. I suggest you do the same, Cas."
They fell silent.
Meanwhile, the monster who carried their basket reached its lair.
Dean and Castiel strained their ears to understand better the sounds they could hear. There was a rattling and something creaked.
"Is this the moment when the monster rips…" Castiel never finished as the basket opened and monster dragged him out.
"Dean, run! Run, now!" He quacked and flapped his wings. The monster pushed him into darkness.
Castiel could not see anything and he jumped from fear when something bumped into his back.
"Hey, take it easy, it's me." It was Dean.
The creaking sound repeated and they realized it was a door behind them.
"Where are we?" Castiel whispered, looking around.
"No clue," Dean huffed.
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling and stirring.
"And who the hell are you?" a mighty voice boomed.
The ducks slowly retreated towards the door.
"We're gonna die. We're gonna die," Cas was repeating frantically.
Dean smacked him with his wing. "Shut up, Cas. No one's going to die!"
The moonlight sneaked in from the big hole in the wall and it was enough to see who the owner of the mighty voice was.
A huge, red rooster was standing in front of the ducks… and he looked pissed!