Great. Apparently, there'd been a slight flood; a wet film coated the kitchen floor. More puzzlingly, sodden crumbs of cake littered the tiles. Dean was crouched over a worktop where, presumably, the problem originated.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
Dean jumped and turned to front him, looking oddly furtive and embarrassed, and holding what appeared to be a lasso made of paper clips.
"Funny story," he said after a telling pause. "Remember that lame carnival we drove past yesterday?"
Sam nodded, frowning.
"Well, I thought it would be a good place to pick up chicks."
"And was it?" Sam asked, frowning more deeply.
Dean opened his mouth, closed it again, pursed his lips and winced. "Well, I kinda brought a chick home, but she bolted and now she's stuck behind the fridge."
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I tried luring her – but that just turned out to be a waste of good cake – then floating her out, and now I'm trying to MacGyver the bitch." Dean indicated the lasso.
After an appropriate pause, Sam peered over the worktop. In the gap he could just make out something small, yellow and fluffy.
"Dean, that is an actual chick," he observed redundantly.
Dean shrugged. "Won it at the test-your-strength hammer," he explained.
Opening the pantry door, Sam took out some pumpkin seeds and pointedly offered the bag to his brother.
"Ah. Good call," Dean acknowledged. "That woulda been my next move."
They laid seed along and out of the gap then waited. Seven minutes later a tiny beak appeared. Once the whole bird emerged, they swiftly caught it with an upturned waste bin.
"Now what are we going to do with it?" Sam demanded.
"Eggs?" Dean suggested.
Sam rolled his eyes to their utmost limit. "Next time, just get the teddy."
"Copy that," Dean agreed.
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