I Support Gay Rights

Emma slipped out of her bed, stretched and yawned as she started her daily morning procedures. The ducks and the rest of the barn were fed by her grandma Amelia.

A three day metal festival was starting in the evening and, being a crazy head-banger, Emma had bought her ticket two months prior to the special date.

But it would start in the evening, so she had plenty of time. Emma walked out of the shower with a robe on, drying her hair with a towel. She went to the kitchen, poured hot, black coffee in a mug, and made a sandwich. She left the towel on a chair and went outside to have breakfast while enjoying the fresh morning air.

Crowley instantly appeared by her side, rubbing his head softly against her legs.

"Come here, kitteh," Emma chuckled and picked him up. Crowley instantly curled up into a fur ball and purred contentedly.

She sighed happily and took a look at her pets. Bobby was still sleeping. The rooster and the hens were pecking the grass and digging in the ground to get some worms, and the ducks…

Emma grinned cheekily. "Come on, boy, you can do it!" She laughed at the scene before her. But her merriment was interrupted by her grandmother's appearance.

"Why are you laughing, honey, what's so funny?" the old lady asked her gently.

"Ah, nothing special, grandma. I'm happy because we'll have ducklings soon." Emma patted the cat.

The old lady frowned. "Ducklings? From where?"

Emma looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean 'from where'? I just saw them doing... well, you know what I mean."

The old lady gasped. She looked at the ducks that were chasing each other, quacking happily.

"But that's impossible!" She waved her hands.

"Why's that? When two ducks have sex and…" Emma stopped abruptly when Amelia shouted, exasperated. "They are male ducks! Both of them!"

Emma splattered her coffee over her robe and Crowley. Thank God it wasn't hot enough to burn the cat. The little bastard even didn't wake up.

"Males? Are you sure, grandma?"

"Of course I'm sure! I'm not blind like you are!"

Emma bent her head back and laughed—well, actually, more she neighed like a horse. So, both of the ducks were males! Wow, that was unexpected.

"I'll cook one of the ducks tonight with my special recipe," the old lady said and turned around to leave.

Emma jumped to her feet. "What? No way! No one touches my ducks!" she yelled at top of her lungs. This time Crowley had to open his eyes as he thudded to the ground with a loud yelp.

Amelia looked at her grandchild curiously. "This isn't normal. They are both males and it's not natural," she protested.

"I don't care! They love each other, obviously, and we don't have the right to separate them! I'll fight until I've lost every drop of my blood, but I won't let anyone touch them!" Emma got carried away with her hot speech, imagining herself at a battle field, fighting against hordes of monsters alone.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Amelia mumbled. "I knew you were crazy, but I never thought you were this crazy." The old lady went back inside of the house, making 'tsk tsk' sounds and shaking her head in disappointment.

Emma decided it was time to celebrate her small victory and ran to the ducks barefoot. The ducks knew she was their friend and were not afraid to get closer.

Dean waddled towards her first and Castiel followed him a little bit slowly.

Emma kneeled before Dean and patted his head. "You know, I just saved your sorry asses." She grinned at him.

"What is she talking about, Dean?" Castiel quacked quietly.

"The grandma wanted one of us to be cooked tonight," Dean said reluctantly.

Castiel jumped, startled.

"Don't worry, Emma saved us. She won't let anyone harm us," Dean assured his beloved.

"Oh. I think we should thank her, Dean," Castiel said, relieved, and stepped toward Emma.

The ducks rubbed their necks against her legs, thanking her for saving their lives.

Emma smiled. She bent down and kissed them on their heads.