Day 20: Humanity/Human Kindness
During their routine morning jog together, Cas and Dean always take a five minute break on their favorite bench for a small breather. As Cas sits down, Dean loves to do little stretches in front of Cas.
“Don’t know whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, I’m just stretching.”
“Bent over in those shorts makes me want you all the time.”
Dean looks over his shoulder and winks, “I know.”
After looking at Dean’s backside, Cas gets distracted by a whimper. Noticing it’s coming from behind him, Cas looks behind him but sees nothing. Turning around, he reaches out to spank Dean’s ass when he hears it again. Confused, Cas gets up and heads towards the bushes behind the bench.
“Hey, uh-uh, nobody shushes me.”
“Dean, shut up. I hear something.”
“Dean, that only works on shows, now shush.”
Tip-toeing over, the whimper increases as Cas digs through the brush. He gasps when he sees a little bundle of fur curled up.
“Dean. I think it’s a cat.”
Dean peers over his shoulder to get a better look, “No. It’s a dog.”
Moving past Cas, Dean gently nudges it with his finger as the little thing cowards into itself more.
“Dean. We can’t just leave it here.”
Dean carefully pets the fur until the dog’s head turns around. Shaking with fear, the little pup lets out a loud and slow whimper.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, let us help you,” Dean picks up the dog, patting its head. Cas notices the blue collar around its neck.
“Dean, his name is Stevie. If found, call this number. Dean, we need to call it.”
“Or, or…we could keep him.”
“Dean. Someone could be missing this dog. Call the number.”
Taking the collar in his hand, Dean sighs, “Listen, the poor thing was left here probably on purpose. A collar doesn’t mean shit. Some people just don’t care about animals.”
As Dean cradles the dog tighter to his chest, Cas sighs as they make their way home. On the way back, they spot a young red haired woman stapling a paper to a utility pole with tears in her eyes. As she basically runs away to staple another flyer to the other pole across the street, Cas goes up to the pole to look at it. He sees the same dog Dean is carrying; same name, same phone number, and a reward with dollar signs.
“Dean, that’s her. That’s the owner.”
Letting out a small groan, Dean lifts the dog a little higher to see the resemblance. It’s definitely the dog; they look at the owner frantically stapling the pole.
Jogging across the street, Cas gets to her first. Tapping her shoulder, Cas tells her, “Excuse me? I think we found your dog.”
“Really?! Please tell me you really did. She needs her medication and she’s been missing for two days.”
Looking behind him, he sees Dean walking towards them with the little dog still clutched to his chest.
The stranger gasps as the dog turns towards her, “Stevie?! Oh my God, I thought I lost you, boy!”
With tears in her eyes, she takes the dog’s face in her hands as she kisses him on the top of his head.
“Thank you, thank you so much, gentlemen. Um, my flyer says there is a reward. Umm, I have twenty dollars on me but I could get more.”
Dean hands over the little dog to its rightful owner as he smiles at her, “No need, ma’am.”
Kissing the dog, she smiles up at Dean, “My name’s Charlie. I never like ‘ma’am’.”
“Well, I’m Dean and this is my husband Cas.”
“I still feel like I should give you two something. If it wasn’t for you, I would still be going crazy.”
“So shines a good deed in a weary world.”
Charlie looks at Dean wide-eyed and they both shout in unison, “Willy Wonka!”
Cas stares confused at the two, “I don’t understand that reference.”
“He doesn’t get most stuff.”
She gives them both another thank you as she leaves.
Dean sighs as he watches her go.
“What’s wrong?” Cas asks Dean.
Before she turns the corner, Charlie shouts and waves, “Dean, Cas, call me sometime! Don’t be a stranger!”
Dean smirks as he sees her fully turn the corner, “I’m already missing that damn dog.”
Taking the flyer off the poster, Cas tears off the phone number, “Let’s set up a play date.”
