I Shall Have No Fear of Evil...
It seemed Dean was trying to make a burning hole in the rooster's face from how intensely he was glaring, while panicked Castiel was slamming against the door, trying to break free.
"Cas, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dean hissed without breaking an eye contact with the rooster.
"I'm… I'm claustrophobic," Castiel stated, starting to peck the door with a power drill speed.
"You, what? But you lived in the duck house before. This isn't any smaller."
"I… uh… it's a new born phobia." Castiel could not burst the door open and sat on the floor. "We're gonna dieeee…" he whined as he grabbed his head with wings.
Dean opened his mouth for a witty reply, but the rooster cut in.
"I can help you with that," he croaked and flapped his giant wings.
"Cas, stay where you are! Don't get any closer to it," Dean warned the brown duck and put himself into a combat position. Then, to the rooster: "Come on, you son of a bitch, show me what you can do!"
The sounds of doomsday woke her up. The dog in the yard was barking his head off. Somewhere the cat was screaming. But the loudest of the sounds was the one that was a mystery to her. She couldn't tell where it was coming from.
She hurriedly got dressed and grabbed the flashlight. "What the hell?" the woman mumbled as she quickly rushed from the house.
She loudly cursed when she realized that it was coming from the chicken house. The woman returned to the house and grabbed her basket again.
When she opened the chicken house door, she was greeted by the following sight: Dean was sitting on the rooster, beating him with his wings and pecking him bitterly.
"Here, have some more, you bast…" Before he could finish his battle taunt, a hand grabbed his beak and dragged him out of the chicken house.
"Oh, for God's sake, not again!" he screamed when he was thrown into the basket once more.
"Cas, where are you?" he yelled.
Instead of an actual answer, Castiel's unconscious body fell heavily upon him.
"Yeah, nice to see you too," Dean muttered in exasperation. He tried to shove the duck off of him, but Dean didn't have a good enough angle on him. "Hey, wake up sleepy head," he muttered as he nudged Castiel.
The brown duck groaned and opened his eyes. Immediately he went into full panic mode and started to quack.
"Hey, calm down! You're hurting my ears," Dean hissed.
"What's happening? Where are they taking us?" Castiel climbed off of Dean.
"I don't know. Guess we have to wait and see."
They heard the creak again. Someone put the basket on the floor. The ducks heard footsteps and someone uncovered the basket.
Castiel was dragged out of the basket. "Help! Help me, please!" he quacked desperately and kicked his feet.
"Cas! Hold on, Cas!" Dean was trying to climb out of the basket.
"Shut up, you silly bird, you'll wake the whole neighborhood!" the woman exclaimed.
Castiel saw something sharp in her hands and his heart skipped a beat.
"Goodbye, Dean, it was nice to meet you," he said solemnly. A single tear rolled down from his eye. Castiel closed his eyes and waited for his death.
It never came.
The woman lifted his right wing and started to cut his flight feathers. Castiel was too shocked to make even a single quack.
"There you go, birdie." She put Castiel down on the floor and reached for Dean.
"No, no, no! Don't you dare!" Dean yelled at her, enraged.
"Oh, what a noisy ducky. Tsk tsk tsk," she clicked her tongue.
Dean felt violated. His beautiful, shining feathers were mercilessly cut while he was flailing in woman's lap. His honor and dignity were raped and ruined. He was trembling from anger, but could not do anything.
But, no, there was one thing he could do!
"There you go. Much better now. You won't be able to fly away now." The woman smiled contentedly. She put him beside Castiel and then she smelled it…
"What the…" She looked down at her lap.
There was a big, gross, stinky, and unmistakable stain on her dress.
She narrowed her eyes. "You nasty little creature!"
Dean cackled maniacally at the rage in her eyes. "Payback's a bitch, lady!" Dean quacked cockily.
The woman took them outside, into the backyard.
"Well, you didn't like the chicken house, so there you go. You choose where you want to stay." She took them out of the basket and went back to the house.
Dean and Castiel looked around. There were a lot of fruit trees.
"Come on, Cas, let's check out the place." Dean waddled towards a fig tree.
After lots of heated bickering, finally they chose an old, moss covered orange tree and settled under it.