The Proposal

Emma was settled into a deck chair with her lap top. She was sipping a cold orange juice and watching a comedy. She didn't listen to her grandmother's protests about the solar activity cycle and radiation dangers. But the girl made a small compromise anyway: she was wearing a cap.

Castiel was standing with the hens and laughing softly. Balthazar was in his usual character: telling some funny stories from his life.

Dean looked lovingly at his mate. He was happy for him. Seeing Castiel all smiling and shining was a good thing indeed. After things got fixed and they became a couple, their life changed for the better. They didn't need to hide their feelings from anyone and felt safe as they had a great protector – Emma. So there was no need to be afraid of anything.

Dean did not have anything to complain about, but he still felt that there was something that their relationship lacked. He was trying to figure out exactly what it was while waddling slowly in the yard.

"Oh, for God's sake, tell her already, you brainless amoeba!" Emma shrieked at the laptop.

Dean jumped in surprise, as he was standing behind her deck chair. He moved closer to see what made her angry.

Emma saw her duck and smiled at him. "You see, this retard is in love with her and wants to propose to her, but he doesn't have balls to do it!" she explained to the duck in detail, firmly believing that Dean would understand.

Dean's eyes widened and he made a surprised quack. That was it! That's what he needed. But he had no idea how it was done, so the duck got even closer to Emma and stared at the monitor. Emma made some "Awww" sounds and picked him up.

"Here, this way you can watch it better." She put him in her lap.

Dean didn't protest and both of them stared at the screen.

Meanwhile, in the movie, a very nervous-looking handsome young man was sitting in a fancy restaurant with a pretty young lady. Finally, the guy slipped a small black box out of his pocket, kneeled in front of her, and opened it. A golden ring with a white diamond glittered blindingly, making Emma and Dean gasp at the same time.

"Anna, will you marry me?" the guy managed to blurt out.

The woman squealed with joy, hugging the hell out of the frightened guy. Basically that was the end of the movie. Emma looked content and Dean was grinning in his ducky way. Amelia, who was looking through the window at her grandchild with a duck in her lap watching a movie, finally was convinced that Emma had lost her mind for good.

"Go on, your sweetheart must be missing you," Emma told Dean and put him on the ground.

Dean was obsessed with the idea. Now he knew what he had to do, but there was one thing he didn't have. Where on earth would he get a ring? Or at least a substitute for it, because he and Castiel didn't even have fingers.

He was pacing back and forth in the yard when something shone near the fence. He hurriedly waddled towards it to take a closer look. There was a small white bracelet with ladybird links in the grass.

"What…" Dean cautiously touched it with his beak. He thought very hard about where this thing could come from. And then he remembered! A few days ago, Emma's little niece was visiting them from another town and probably she lost it while playing in the yard.

Dean picked the bracelet up and hid it under his wing. His face showed steady determination. He was going to do it right freakin' now! He waddled towards Castiel.

"Everyone, may I have your attention, please? I have something very important to say," Dean quacked as loud as he could, earning everyone's attention.

Balthazar, the hens, Crowley, and Bobby walked to him.

"What's the matter, kid?" Bobby huffed, looking at the duck questioningly.

"One second, Bobby. Cas, can you come over here for a minute?" Dean called over to Castiel, who was drinking water.

"Sure, Dean." The smaller duck waddled to his mate quickly. "What's happening?"

All the animals and birds surrounded the ducks.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to sound calm, though his voice was treacherously trembling. "I… I'm not good with words, and… and this might sound silly, but… I wanted to ask you… um…"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Just spit it out, boy," he mewled, losing his patience.

Dean dropped on the ground in a miserable attempt to kneel. "Castiel, duck of my life, will you marry me?" He raised his wing and took out the bracelet.

The sound that the barn inhabitants made was indescribable. Castiel's face was priceless. Confusion, shock, joy, everything was mixed up on his face.

"Yes, I will," he quacked hurriedly, not wanting to scare his mate with a long pause.

Dean took the bracelet and put it around Castiel's neck. "I couldn't get a ring, sorry about that," he mumbled quietly.

The sounds this time were even louder. But that wasn't the thing that got their attention. A loud shout of "I can't believe it" and a thud made them turn around and see Emma's unconscious body sprawled out on the ground.