Childhood Friends
"Stop using claws, I said!"
"I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"Oh, shut up, darling!"
"I'll bite your tail off!"
"Pfft, you wouldn't do that, sweetheart!"
Dean heard some bickering and waddled towards the source of the noise.
"Cas, come here," he quacked at his friend. Castiel followed him quickly.
They sat near the rose bush and watched the sight before them in fascination.
The red dog was lying on his belly. His paws stretched out while the black cat was sitting on his back, kneading him earnestly. The dog looked content. He was huffing and waging his tail.
"Come out, I can see you." He made a small woof.
Dean and Castiel looked at each other and moved forward.
"Hello Bobby, Crowley," they said simultaneously.
"Hello lads," yawned Crowley without stopping his ministrations.
"What are you doing to him?" Castiel pointed at Bobby with his beak.
"Oh, this old fleabag is all tensed and needs a massage." Crowley started jumping on the dog's back. His hind legs stretched the dog's skin and massaged the muscles.
"I thought cats and dogs didn't get along well." Dean scratched his head.
"Yeah, most of them don't, but we have a different story," Bobby snorted.
"Uhm… could you share it with us?" Castiel sat on the ground. His face was showing a child's curiosity. He looked at Dean, as if waiting for his support. Dean simply nodded.
Bobby raised his head and looked at Crowley.
"Go on, Mr. storyteller. The children want to hear the fairytale."
Crowley climbed off of the dog and tucked his paws and tail under his body. His eyes sparkled with mischievous fire. The cat cleared his throat and began to tell the story...
Emma took a sip from a water bottle. She was satisfied with herself. She could run many more miles. Her speed had definitely improved.
She was on the way back to her house from the park when she heard the noise. It was six thirty in the morning and the park was empty. She really liked this place. It was a quiet, little park.
Intrigued, she came closer. There was a small carton box near a bush. The girl got closer and peeked in. She gasped.
A little red puppy and a tiny, black kitten were cuddled together. Both of them were trembling from the chilly morning air.
Emma put her water bottle down and squatted. She took them out of the box. "Heeey lovelies," she cooed, stroking them. Instantly both of them whined and mewed.
She opened their mouths to check their teeth. "Shit," she swore quietly when there were none. It meant they were too small to be able to eat from the bowl.
"Not to worry, I won't leave you here. What kind of a cold hearted bastard left you here?" she spat aside and put them back into the box. The little things protested weakly.
"Hush, we're going home. I hope I won't get kicked out together with you." She grinned. "Oh well, if we get kicked out, we can come back and live under this tree, hehehe," she chuckled and whistled some melody, taking the box and walking away...
Hell was an understatement. It was much worse. For two weeks, she would wake up three times during the night to bottle feed the babies. They needed warmth as well, so she would wrap a plastic bottle with hot water in a towel and put it in their box, which had a fleece blanket and towels covering its bottom.
Probably she was the happiest human in the world when one day the babies started to eat from the bowl. Then there was a visit to vet, who did all the necessary procedures to keep the babies healthy.
Emma chose the names for the pets. The puppy was grumpy and a tough cookie, so she named him Bobby, after her favorite TV show character Bobby Singer. As for the kitten, he was pure Crowley.
Unlike the TV show characters, puppy Bobby and kitty Crowley grew up together and they loved each other dearly, despite their frequent, light-hearted bickering.
Crowley finished telling their story and pathetically wiped a non-existing tear off. There was a silence. Dean was frowning and scratching the ground with his wing tip slowly. He looked at Castiel.
His friend was all tense. He looked like he was going to cry in any second. Castiel let out a small whimper.
"Cas? Are you crying?" Dean gently touched his friend on the shoulder.
"What? No!" Castiel denied too quickly as he startled at the touch.
"You look like you are, boy!" Bobby raised his brow.
"No, I'm not. It's just so… just so… sad sto.. ho… ho… ho… ryyyy." He could not hold it back and wailed.
"He's too sensitive." Dean grinned awkwardly. "Cas, wait, where are you going? Wait!" He waddled after his too emotional friend, who was running towards the nest, sobbing loudly.
"They are good friends. Just like us." Bobby smiled lazily.
"Friends, my arse!" Crowley laughed. "I'll bet you ten sausages they'll fall in love soon, if they haven't already." The cat patted Bobby's head and walked away purring Bob Seger's "Lucifer"...