Summary: New neighbours, a fight and an accident beset the pet mud-monkeys' lives. AU Sam/Dean Gabriel/Castiel unrelated slash. Sequel to 'A Walkies On The Wild Side' and 'The Sidewalk-Burger'.

A/N: Contains hopefully humorous candid language. Please don't read if easily offended. This story takes place in an Earth like Heaven where the people are angels and their pet mud-monkeys (ref. S04E07) are simple humans. Everyone looks exactly like they do on the show. No furry beasts here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its fandom, its characters or anything connected to them. I do not make money or profit in any way from this story.

Hey Babe (Part 2) by frostygossamer

After lunch the next day, Castiel sat down at his laptop and began surfing the divine interweb. Dean sat at his feet for a few minutes watching every move of his typing fingers intently. Castiel was soon engrossed in his browsing and Dean grew bored. He went to look for Sam.

Sam had decided to sleep off his full stomach in the boys' new favourite hidey-hole, the linen closet. He had shouldered the door open a few inches and slipped inside. Making a comfortable bed with a pile of towels and a couple Castiel's favourite sweaters, he had curled up on them and was soon fast asleep.

Dean followed the noise of loud animal snoring until he found Sam in the Land of Nod. He shook his head and sighed. For a moment he considered joining the big muddie in the closet, but he wasn't really feeling sleepy. He had things to see to first, so he wandered outside.

As Dean stepped into the back yard, he heard the sound of Lisa warbling something on the other side of the fence. Idly curious, he went and stuck his head over the top, straining up on tippytoe.

"Whatcha singin'?" he asked.

Lisa, sitting cross-legged in the middle of her lawn, looked up and smiled. "Just croonin'," she said. "It's some old thing mud-mommas sing to their munchkins."

"Your momma sing it to you?" he asked.

"Uh-huh sometimes," Lisa affirmed. "But she weren't a real good momma. Used to hurt Lisa. Rejected mud-pup, that's what I was."

Dean felt deeply sorry for her. He could only barely remember his momma, but he remembered she had been good to him before his master picked him out at the mud-monkey farm. Castiel had assured her that he would take good care of her offspring, just as if she could have understood him. And he vividly recalled how an excited Castiel had gripped him tight all the way home.

"Where's your buddy?" Lisa asked, waking Dean from his daydream.

"Sleepin'," Dean answered.

"Oh," she responded. "Wanna come over?"

Dean considered. Lisa was being exceptionally sociable. He glanced back at the house. Sam was asleep, and he was no fun asleep. So why not?

Dean clambered over the fence.

~xXx~

A few minutes later...

"Now, if you don't need me fur anythin'..." Dean said, mindful of the possibility that his master might find him AWOL. "Cos I oughta go."

"Ooh, that's OK, Dean," Lisa giggled. "But please DO come over and SHARE again, any time." And she wriggled her sweet little butt politely.

Dean scrambled back over the fence into his own back yard. For some reason NOW he WAS feeling sleepy. He slipped through the mud-flap into the house, checked out his still empty food bowl and, glancing at the oblivious Castiel, made his way to the linen closet, where Sam was still dead to the heavens.

Slipping inside, Dean lay down beside his best friend, head resting on Sam's long naked legs, bare ass up against the big muddie's face. Sam sighed appreciatively and threw a sleepy arm over Dean, pulling him closer.

Dean drifted off to dreamland feeling both satisfied and loved.

~xXx~

Everything chez Castiel then continued like peaches and cream until one fateful day, the day of the accident.

It was a lovely sunny day and they were walking along the High Street, Castiel and his two muddies, well-behaved on their leashes, when all of a sudden what should round the corner but a beautiful shiny black vehicle. As it slowly rolled past them, Dean's eyeballs nearly fell out of his head.

"Dude," he gasped in awe. "'S beautiful!"

"'S a car," Sam stated, uninterestedly. "So what?"

Dean shot him a pitying look. "'S not just a CAR," he said. "'S a classic! 'S AWESOME!"

Now Dean knew his automobiles. He had long had a history of chasing cars as a mud-puppy. Castiel had hoped he had grown out of it. Apparently not. Dean took to his heels and sprinted down the road, dragging his master after him. Sam did his best to dig in his toes, but he wound up getting dragged along behind.

Pulled two ways by his pets, Castiel experienced a moment of panic. Dean's leash slipped from his hand, and the excited muddie barrelled along the sidewalk, pursuing the vehicle of his dreams.

"DEAN! Come back here!" Castiel yelled, but Dean was deaf even to his master's voice.

He ran into the road, blind to the traffic, and, horror of horrors, was struck by a small two-seater coming the other way.

Dean's body described a parabola in the air before coming back down, landing with a loud flump on the road behind the runabout. The owner of the car, a horrified girl angel, braked immediately and jumped out, shock written all over her face.

Before a dazed Castiel knew what was happening, Sam pulled away from him and dashed straight to his friend's side. Dean lay prone on the ground without any sign of life. A frightened Sam sank to his knees and sent up a howl that would have wakened the dead.

"Oh Father! Dean! NO!" Castiel yelled, as he ran over to the body.

The worried angel stooped down to check for a pulse. The driver of the roadster started to sob. Sam pulled Dean's limp form into his lap and pathetically attempted to shake him awake. Castiel had to force the distraught muddie to let go so that, between them, the two angels could load Dean's floppy carcass into the back of the two-seater.

They sped off to the vet's office as fast as was angelically possible, Sam whimpering on Castiel's knees.

~xXx~

At the veterinarian's office, Dean was rushed straight into the operating room. Castiel tried to leave Sam outside in the waiting area, while the veterinarian looked at Dean, but Sam was too upset to be still. Eventually the angel succumbed and took the mud-monkey into the OR with him.

Dean was laying prone on the marble examination table looking pale and bloody. Sam crouched on the floor and insisted on holding on to Dean's ankle, just so he knew his friend was still warm, not yet... cold.

"They're very devoted," Castiel explained to the vet, apologetically.

She nodded. "They CAN get very attached," she concurred, without looking up from her work.

The vet gave the comatose Dean a very thorough examination.

"I'm going to need to keep him here over night, under observation," she told Castiel.

"Oh? Well, yes, I suppose," he answered uncertainly.

"We'll know in the morning if he's going to be OK... or not," she went on. "His injuries aren't dreadfully serious. But I have to warn you he might well be in shock. Shock can very often KILL a dumb creature."

Castiel nodded. He had heard that before and the possibility didn't make him feel too good. He prised Sam off of Dean's leg and took the very upset and reluctant muddie home.

"Come on, Sam," he said. "There's nothing we can do here."

Sam gazed at his master with dismayed and uncomprehending eyes, as they shuffled out of the door together.

~xXx~

Back at Castiel's house, Sam sat on the kitchen floor looking dejected, while the angel prepared him some warm milk and honey.

"Here, Sam," he said. "For the shock. We can't have you getting sick too." He blinked away an involuntary tear.

Sam drank the milk willingly enough, but it didn't help to cheer him up one little bit.

The unhappy twosome ate some supper and then went straight to bed, both too numb to even watch TV. Castiel took the muddies' basket back into his bedroom so that he and Sam could keep each other company through the night.

Unable to fall asleep, Castiel lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling, worrying about his injured pet. He had completely forgotten the errand they had been on when the accident occurred. All he could think about was poor Dean, and how much he blamed himself for what had happened. Meanwhile Sam lay whimpering to himself in his basket.

After a few minutes Castiel got up and brought Sam Dean's old knitted juju doll, a toy he vividly remembered buying for Dean as a new pet mud-pup.

"Look after Dolly for Dean, huh Sam?" he whispered, tucking it under the mud-monkey's arm.

The big muddie was calmed a little by Dean's familiar scent and fell into a restless sleep, twitching at horrible images of big nasty cars and a hurt friend.

~xXx~

Sometime late in the night, Sam woke from a distressing dream to find himself all alone and cold in a basket that he had gotten used to sharing with another warm body. He sat up and glance around the sadly silent moonlit room. He looked up at the angel's bed and considered climbing on it in search of warmth, but Castiel wasn't his old master and he wasn't sure if he would get mad.

Something inside Sam needed to express its painful loneliness. But he couldn't howl, couldn't bawl, couldn't wail the way his heart wanted, because he knew his master was sleeping and would maybe be angry to get woken up so late.

He dragged himself out of the basket and wandered downstairs, to stare blankly out of the living room window at the street. The street outside looked cold and empty, miserable, the way his heart felt.

So he was going to be Castiel's only pet and live with him all alone. The few precious months when he had shared his life with his muddie friend would become nothing more than a distant and beautiful memory. He would never love anyone so much again, never. He would die a very lonely and unhappy mud-monkey.

Sam flopped down dejectedly on the floor by the couch and sighed deeply, trailing his fingers over the scratchy fabric of the armrest. He wanted to hurt something, hurt it bad. He wanted to punish something for what had happened to his Dean. He felt his fingernails snag in the fabric and he pulled. A hole appeared and a little of the thing's stuffing popped out.

"Good," he thought vindictively. "'M hurtin' it," and he ripped it a little more.

Suddenly Sam realized what he was doing. He stopped and pulled his hand way. Master would be so mad! But it felt so good, so good to let his feelings out and damage something. And, well, it was already torn up, so what the heck?

He went to town on it.

When Castiel got up the next morning he found Sam waiting in the kitchen, ready for his breakfast, and his favourite old couch in tatters.

"Sam!" he admonished the naughty mudder. "WHAT have you done?"

Sam looked up at him through his bangs, his sad eyes so full of sorrow that the angel simply couldn't be sore with him. He patted the poor muddie on the head fondly.

"I know," he said gently. "We're BOTH a little scared and angry right now."

~xXx~

A little later that morning, as Castiel was downing his second cup of coffee of the day, the vet's office called and told him that his creature was awake and alert. The vet had given him pain meds, had x-rayed him and had bound his bruised ribs. She explained the angel should leave him with them for observation one more day, then he could collect him to nurse at home.

Castiel was so relieved. The angel had raised Dean from a mud-pup and his heart would have broken in two if he had lost him that way.

After hanging up the phone, Castiel tried to explain to Sam that Dean was going to be OK. He knew that Sam understood some Enochian and he tried to mix in a little Muddish he had worked out for himself.

"Sam. Dean is GOOD," he said slowly. "Gonna be OK. Gonna git better."

At first, Sam simply gazed at him with his head on one side looking thoroughly confused, but finally he seemed to cotton on.

"Dean git better? Yeah, yeah!" he panted, enthusiastically.

The good news seemed to make the big muddie a little less sad, but he continued to mope around the house, obviously missing his companion terribly.

Castiel felt the need to call his boyfriend, Gabriel, and talk about his upsetting ordeal. He had been too dazed the previous night to even think of doing that. Gabriel was very sympathetic.

"OK. So maybe I could take Sam tomorrow, huh honey?" he suggested. "That way you can go in and get some of your ridiculously huge workload out of the way. Then you can take a few personal days. I know you'll wanna play nursemaid to your little Deano."

Castiel liked that idea. "Oh yes, Gabe, that would be great. Thanks a lot."

"Hey, don't mention it," Gabriel replied cheerfully. "Sam's my guy, after all. And you got enough on your plate, Cas sweetie."

~xXx~

Gabriel picked up Sam an hour later. Sam ran to him and licked his hand as soon as he came in the door, but his old master could see that he was unusually subdued. The archangel was sorry to see his old mud-buddy rendered so utterly bounceless.

"Poor guy," he commiserated with him. "You missing your main squeeze, huh?"

Sam whimpered sadly as Gabriel patted him on the head. Struggling into his coat, Castiel gave Gabriel a peck on the lips as he hurried to get to work.

"The big softie's been like this all night," he said, "fretting over Dean."

"Like you haven't been?" Gabriel chuckled.

Castiel smiled. "It's so cute. They're just like a REAL couple."

Gabriel shook his head, smirking. He found it hilarious that Castiel angelomorphized his muddies. As if mud-monkeys were ANYTHING like angels.

To Gabriel, those absurd creatures were simply an infinite source of fun.

~xXx~

After making a date with Castiel to come over again that night, Gabriel encouraged Sam into his car.

"We're gonna have us a little adventure, Sam my boy," he said. "Gonna take you see the big G.O.D. How about that, huh?"

Sam looked unimpressed. Whatever the heck his master was talking about didn't interest him. All he could think about right then was Dean, his perfect Dean, broken and hurt and so totally unfit for fun.

After a short drive to Gabriel's centre of operations, the archangel unloaded Sam in the parking lot and snapped the muddie's leash onto his collar.

"Today I got an audience with the BIG CHEESE, Sammy," the archangel told him. "Got a real important report to present UPSTAIRS. And THEN we'll see what the Father's new project is gonna be."

He tugged on Sam's leash and they began to walk toward the towering building.

"Got a sneaking suspicion it's gonna involve little old me and little old Earth. Plus yet another clever little scheme from your master's clever little brain," Gabriel revealed. "Impressed? Well you should be. This archangel is gonna be one darn important cog in the divine machine. Mark my words."

Sam stared back blankly as they entered the impressive foyer of Divinity Tower.

~xXx~

As they came through the front entrance to the Tower, the pretty girl angel receptionist squealed with delight and hurried out from behind her desk.

"Ooh, Mr Gabriel, you've got your Sam with you?" she squeaked. "Isn't he lo-ovely!"

Sam sat there and let the female angel stroke his hair and fuss with him. He grinned and panted and leaned into her like the friendly muddie he was. Girl angels adored him. What could he do?

Gabriel chuckled. "I've got him for the day, Rachel," he said. "Can I leave him here while I see the BIG GUY?"

"Oh, I wish," she replied sadly. "But we can't have a creature in the foyer. Sorry. You'll have to leave him in the anteroom. He'll be fine, I'm sure."

Rachel pressed the elevator call button and its doors opened with a ping.

"Just go straight up, Mr Gabriel. I've buzzed him. He's waiting for you."

Gabriel stepped into the elevator and Sam padded in beside him. As the elevator doors closed the big muddie felt a rush of anxiety. He really didn't like those weird little moving boxes whose doors opened out onto random places. He never knew what he would find when the doors opened.

~xXx~

Today they went all the way to the top. Sam had just gotten used to the sensation of flying when they juddered to a stomach churning stop. The doors opened onto a sumptuously decorated corridor where a plaque on the wall announced. "CEO Heavenly Industries Inc." in big golden letters.

Gabriel stepped out of the little box and led Sam along the corridor toward a set of heavy double doors. He held one open and waited until Sam had joined him inside before letting go of the handle.

"Now, Sam," he said. "I'm gonna trust you to sit right here like a good muddie and keep VERY quiet while I have my moment with the PARMESANISSIMO."

Sam looked up at him adoringly, as usual, but without any hint that he understood a word. Gabriel thought back to when Castiel had told him that he believed mud-monkeys could understand a little Enochian, and even speak a primitive version. He hadn't really believed that, but he thought he might as well give it a try.

"SAM," he began, slowly and carefully. "You SIT here and be QUIET, like a GOOD BOY. WAIT for MASTER. OK?"

Light dawned faintly in the big muddie's eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied in Muddish. "Sam sit," plopping down on his bare rump. "Sam be good."

Gabriel was impressed with himself.

"Hey, I could be a mud-whisperer," he remarked.

Pulling himself to his full height, he smoothed his hair, straightened his tie and composed his face.

"Fingers crossed, Sam," he said and knocked on the CEO's office door.

From inside Sam heard a muffled "Come!" and his master disappeared.

TBC

A/N: All this angel stuff is, of course, way over Sam's head. He'd rather be home with his Dean. More soon...