Um, so I hope I’m doing this right (I’ve never submitted something to someone before, I’m such a newb at tumblr still -_-)…But anyway, I was dog sitting for someone last weekend and I saw this on the mantle above the fireplace (and yes I know, they aren’t rooster feathers but still). It made me think of your fic Roost (which I loved) so I thought I would share it with you. Made me think of like, after Dean and Cas die that Sam would keep this on a shelf somewhere in remembrance of them or something, I dunno…
HOW DARE YOU INVOKE DEAD CHICKENS
This is a mini-timestamp for the 12k Dean/Cas Chicken AU Roost. (Warning for past character death (dude, they’re ghost chickens))
Dean whirled around the living room, enjoying his flight ability. It seemed ridiculous that chickens couldn’t fly for all that long - they had wings, for cluck’s sake. Besides, flying was totally awesome. People could say what they wanted about the disgrace of dying, but being dead had its perks.
Dean grew tired after a while (hey, death had some perks, not all the perks), so he flew over to Cas and perched on the other end of the mantelpiece. Between them were two vases, made and arranged so they leaned towards each other, aching to touch. Each contained one of Dean and Castiel’s feathers. The feathers bustled in the puff of air Dean created as he plopped down, wings tucked by his sides.
Castiel glanced over, ruffling his glorious white plumage happily. “Cluck?” he asked, tilting his head. Fun?
Dean nodded. “Bok-bok.” Yeah. Lots of fun.
Sam sat at the dining table with Sarah and Ruby, laughing about something. Berkley was at their feet, panting. The mutt was getting grey and clumsy nowadays, but he’d shown a sweeter side in his old age.
It was good to see them all smile. It was like nothing had changed since Dean and Cas had passed away.
Well, one thing had changed. Their little cygnet sat in Sarah’s lap, all grown up. She was a swan, really, but Dean had never gotten out of the habit of calling her his little cygnet. She gave a cheerful honk, her long neck curling around Sarah’s arm.
Dean stood up and strutted across the mantelpiece, straight through the vases and their feathers. He snuggled up next to Cas, sharing his ghostly warmth. Castiel preened him with his beak for a minute, until Dean heaved a sigh.
Castiel tilted his head questioningly.
Dean clucked and shrugged at once. You think they even know we’re haunting them?
Castiel gave a slow blink, a gesture meant to ease Dean’s worry. He didn’t cluck a reply, however, and took a moment to think.
Dean was convinced nobody else could see them. It was just him and Cas in their little world. Castiel wasn’t so sure - after all, Berkley seemed to hear them if they clucked too loud. Yet, in all the time they’d been floating around the house, Castiel never thought to test his theory.
Eventually Castiel nudged Dean in the side. There’s an easy way to find out, you know. Find out if they can sense us.
Dean pecked his beak, an easy affection. With a cluck of anticipation, he flew off the mantelpiece and hovered in mid-air, waiting for Cas. Castiel rolled his eyes and huffed, then spread his wings and followed him.
