Big News
Emma was lounged in a deck chair, reading a book. Crowley was sleeping on her lap, curled into a tight fur ball. From time to time, her hand would stroke him and scratch behind the ear. The cat would mewl in his sleep and start its 'purring generator'.
She heard a small whine and looked down. Bobby was lying beside a deck chair and looking at her with sad eyes, as if reprimanding her for not patting him too.
"Oh, you big puppy, come here," Emma laughed gently and reached her hand to pat the dog's head.
Instantly, the dog's eyes lit up and he wagged his tail. He sat on his hind legs and put the paws on Emma's belly. She gingerly scratched him under the chin. Bobby put his head near Crowley and nudged him with his nose. The cat woke up with a startled mew. When he saw his friend, Crowley just yawned lazily and started to lick the dog.
"Pff, stop it," Bobby huffed when the cat's scabrous tongue licked his nose.
"You're dirty," Crowley said innocently, "I'm just trying to clean you up." Crowley just held Bobby's head tight and continued his ministrations.
"Hygiene freak," Bobby snorted and gave in.
An old woman came out of the house and headed towards Emma.
"Oh, here you are." she smiled.
"Yeah grandma, everything's ok?" Emma put her book down.
Her grandma took a seat beside her and looked up at the sun.
"You will fry under this sun. It's too hot." She shook her head.
"Naah, it's ok. Gotta go soon anyway. You look like you want to tell me something." Emma grinned at her.
"Well yes. Tomorrow we will have a new inhabitant for your small farm. The hens need it the most." The old woman looked at the hens. They seemed sad and quiet.
Emma whistled. "Wow. And where are you getting it from?"
"You know the French family across the street? They have the biggest chicken farm in our area. I talked to Mr. Charpentier yesterday and we will meet tomorrow again. He will give us a new rooster for our hens."
"Good. I hope the new one will not be as much of a horrible bastard as the last one." Emma sipped her beer and instantly spat it out.
"Bleh, tastes like shit."
The smack on her head caught her off guard.
"Watch your language, young lady!" her grandmother stood up abruptly and walked towards the house.
Castiel, who was watching the whole scene from nearby, felt his heart get heavy in chest. Apparently they would get new inhabitant tomorrow and God knows who it would be. Maybe he would be worse than Alastair!
Not to mention Dean was still acting strange. "Good morning", "Hi", and "Good night" were the only words during the day that could be heard from Dean.
Castiel could not count on Dean's support. He was left alone against the cruel world and it was frightening him. He was not sure what the new day would bring for him.