The Wedding

Dean was nervous. He was sweating and his mouth was dry. He was standing in front of the chicken house. Balthazar, Bobby, Crowley, Sam, Gabriel, and Jesse were there too. The other duck family managed to sneak in the yard unnoticed. The hens could not be seen nearby, but they were busy.

"Oh, there he comes," Balthazar crooned while glancing over Dean's shoulder.

The black duck turned his head and gasped when he saw his mate waddling towards him.

Castiel was wearing the engagement bracelet and smiling broadly. He looked so beautiful that Dean could not hold a single tear back. He sniffed and unnoticeably wiped his nose.

"Dean." Castiel approached his mate and rubbed his neck against the black duck's chest lovingly.

"You're so beautiful, Cas," Dean mumbled while trying to wipe his snotty wing on the grass.

Balthazar cleared his throat and began with a loud, joyous voice: "My dear friends, we all gathered here so that God may seal and strengthen your love. With the rights given to me by myself, I ask you to state your intentions: Dean and Castiel, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?"

Both ducks nodded their consent and quacked simultaneously, "Yes."

Balthazar grinned like a maniac and continued vocalizing: "Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right hands and declare your consent before God and this chicken-house."

The ducks joined their wings and stared at Balthazar.

"Should I say something?" Castiel asked, staring at Balthazar.

"I think you shou…" Gabriel began, but Sam promptly shut his mouth by putting his wing over his mate's beak.

"Shhh." He scowled at the honey colored duck.

Jesse was playing with uncle Bobby's tail. The dog did not mind at all.

Balthazar scratched his head. It would be awkward asking Dean if he wanted to take Castiel to be his wife.

The rooster threw his wings in the air in defeat. "Oh, fuck it. You both want to get married right? I pronounce you… um…" he stuttered at the part of "man and wife". "Oh, mon Dieu, you're married. Finish!" Balthazar rubbed his temples.

Bobby and Crowley cheered. Sam hugged his brother and Castiel tight. Gabriel wrapped his wing around Dean and whispered something into his ear. The black duck burst out laughing.

"What did you tell him, daddy?" Jesse was very curious to know.

"Sweetie, it's not for kids. I'll tell you when you grow up." Gabriel winked at his son.

"Congratulations," Crowley purred and hugged the married couple.

"I'm proud of you, son," Bobby told Dean while putting his paw on the duck's shoulder.

"Thanks Bobby," the duck said, a little bit embarrassed.

"Ok, everyone, now it's time for the party," Dean told his guests. "We wanted to make a small table. I hope the girls know what they're doing," he continued.

"Hurry up, girls. They'll be here in any minute." Lilith was fussing over the table.

The hens had laid some palm branches and fig leaves on the ground and put corn seeds, bread crumbs, and small insects on it.

"Ah, it's beautiful," Meg crooned proudly while contemplating their work – the wedding table.

"Here they are!" Bela yelled suddenly when the newlyweds appeared.

The hens ran towards them chuckling to congratulate them.

"Oh, this is so nice," Castiel quacked emotionally as he looked at the table. "Thank you, my friends."

"And now it's time for a party," Balthazar yelled, excited.

"Dean?" Castiel called his mate.

The black duck was chewing a fat cockroach when Castiel called him.

"Yeah? What is it, Cas?"

"I think we're forgetting someone." Castiel frowned.

"Who do you mean? A guest?"

"Yes. I think we should invite Emma too." Castiel looked towards the house.

"Actually, that's a good idea. Why not? She's our friend and protector. She has a right to be here. Come on, let's call her." Dean waddled towards the house when Castiel caught him.

"Wait. We don't have appropriate food for her."

"What? The table is full of various things, Cas," Dean snorted.

"Yes, but she does not eat frogs or corn seeds, Dean," Castiel said petulantly. "We should get something before we call her."

Dean looked around and suddenly he quacked happily. "I know what we should do. We could get some fruit for her. She likes fruit." the black duck pointed at the fig and pear trees.

"Good. Let's ask our friends to gather some while we go and get her." Castiel rushed towards Balthazar, explaining the situation. The rooster assured him everything would be perfect.

"Let's go, Dean," said Castiel and he moved forward.

Emma was sleeping in a hammock. She was wearing a long, blue summer dress and the hem was dangling over the edge. The ducks silently approached her and gingerly took the hem in their beaks.

Emma woke up to the feeling that someone was pulling at her dress. She looked around, but could not see anyone. The pulling continued. She looked down and saw her ducks.

"Heeey. What are you doing?" She sat up and patted their heads.

"Pull harder, Cas," Dean panted.

"I'm trying." Castiel sounded muffled.

Something, maybe a sixth sense, told Emma that the ducks were trying to tell her something. "Ok. I know this may sound insane, but are you trying to show me something? Quack if are." Emma stared at her pets.

Does it need to be mentioned that the ducks quacked at the same time?

"Ok, I give up." Emma raised her hands. "Lead the way!"

"Oh my God!" Emma gasped when she saw a small 'table' under the tree. "I'm at the wedding party, ain't I?" She was staring at the food.

Then she saw the new guests. Jesse was hiding behind Sam's back, peeking out cautiously.

"Don't worry, she won't harm him," Dean whispered to his brother.

Emma inhaled sharply. "You have special guests too," she whispered.

Castiel nudged her arm, as if encouraging her to try to eat something.

"Oh, you have fruit too? Hehehe, I have clever duckies." She giggled and took a pear. "Go on, eat. Don't pay attention to me," she said nonchalantly.

As if waiting for permission, all the animals and birds started to peck, chew, and bite their chosen food.

Emma was eating a pear and patting Dean when she remembered something. "Hmm, don't you think we're missing something?" She stared at the black duck.

Dean looked at the table, thinking hard about what she was meaning. "I don't know," he quacked at her.

Emma raised a finger. "Alcohol, my dear! We need copious amount of alcohol! I'll be back shortly." She jumped to her feet and ran towards the house.

"What's wrong with her?" Gabriel was not sure about Emma's mental stability.

"Not sure. She was saying something about alcohol." Dean shrugged.

Meanwhile, Emma was rummaging through the fridge, getting the beer bottles out. She grabbed four bottles and plastic cups. Amelia was not home; she was visiting her friend at the hospital, who had fallen ill with pneumonia. There was a note on the fridge saying: "I am going to the hospital to see Kerrie. Try not to burn the house down. Love, Amelia".

"Can't promise you anything, grandma," Emma chuckled. She grabbed a CD player with her other hand and held the plastic cups with her teeth.

And that was the day when Dean the Black Duck tried his first beer. Whoever says that animals or birds don't like alcohol is a shameless liar!

Step by step, Dean drank the whole bottle of beer; the other guests were sipping too and enjoying it. AC/DC was blaring from the speakers while the party was in full swing. Cackling, clucking, mewing, barking, laughter, everything was mixed up in a huge cacophony.

"You hnggttt driik moar," Emma slurred and waved her finger at Dean.

"Whaah?" Dean was staring at her, cross-eyed.

"Nat gd fhor yo potntion," Emma hiccupped and giggled. "yr swethart wants some loveeeen tonaaht," she sang.

AC/DC started to play the new song, "You Shook Me All Night Long".

"Cool song," Dean quacked and bobbed his head, following the rhythm.

Three hours later, when Amelia returned home, she had to take valium and lie down: her grandchild was lying drunk under the tree with two ducks in her lap while the other animals and birds were gathered around her and sleeping soundly.

"I need to speak to Charles tomorrow. He's a very experienced psychiatrist and I'm sure he can help Emma," the old lady was mumbling to herself while crawling into her bed.

Meanwhile, Emma and her pets were grinning and seeing their tenth dream. They seemed happy and didn't give a damn about the whole world.

The End