Ready For The Advice
Dean had been thinking for hours. Well, actually, he was trying to think of a good plan of how to reconcile with Castiel and how to reveal his feelings to the other duck without too many chick flick moments.
The black duck's head was bursting from tension and frustration and he was losing his temper. He had nothing. No ideas. It meant he had to go and ask Balthazar for advice, like the rooster told him.
Dean cursed under his breath, swallowed his pride, and waddled towards the chicken house. Sudden shouting got his attention.
"You, bastard! How could you do this to me? We had a date!" Dean recognized Lilith's voice.
Balthazar and Bela were standing behind the chicken house. Judging from their expressions, they had been caught doing some naughty things.
"Oh, did we darling? Would you like to join us? We could have a Ménage à trios," Balthazar grinned at pissed off hen.
"Ménage a what?" screamed Lilith.
"It means threeso…" Balthazar could not finish, as a loud slap sounded.
"You, bastard," Lilith sobbed and ran away.
Bela looked at Balthazar, bewildered. "So, you had a date with her too?
"I… uh…" Balthazar received a second slap.
"I hate you." Weeping Bela followed Lilith.
Dean, who had been an unintentional witness of the drama, cleared his throat. That got Balthazar's attention.
"Oh, Dean. Hello there." The rooster rubbed his cheeks and walked towards the duck.
"How can I help you, mon ami?"
The duck lowered his gaze. He was feeling awkward and uneasy. But he had no other choice. "I'm sorry for being rude to you," he mumbled. "And I need your advice. Please."
Balthazar smiled widely and patted the duck on the shoulder. "Let's have a seat and discuss what we can do."
"I do not know about males, but when a man loves a woman and he's too shy to tell her directly, the best way to show her how he feels is to start with small gifts and compliments, then they go to a restaurant, have a romantic dinner, dance to slow music. Despite the fact that Castiel is not a female, I'm sure it will work with him too. Ooh l'amour, l'amour. "Balthazar was staring at the sky with dreamy eyes.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Absolutely. I know this from Mr. Charpentier. That's how he did it with his wife. He liked to talk about it a lot with his friends and I would hide and listen." The rooster grinned.
"Ok. I think I got it," Dean said, unsure.
"Oh, it's easy. You must remember only three things: gifts, compliments, and a romantic atmosphere. You can do it."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I think I can do that. I'll try it. Thanks, Balthazar." Dean stood up and reached his wing to the rooster.
Balthazar heartily shook it. "No worries. If you need my help, I am ready anytime. Now, pardon me, I must go and see my queens before they kill each other." The rooster chuckled and ran to the chicken house.
Dean smiled to himself. He was satisfied. Balthazar indeed gave him some good advice. And this evening he was planning to show Castiel how he really felt about him.