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Eight years later...
Dean crept silently through the bushes, making no sound as his paws tread lightly across the forest. The rabbit hadn’t noticed him, and he knew that he and his mate would have a nice rabbit stew for dinner.
He crept silently a few more feet, to make sure that he’d get his prey in one lunge. Crouching into position, muscles coiling, ready to spring, he watched as the rabbit graze the small lump of grass, unaware of the mortal danger it was in.
YOOOOOWLLLLLL!
A shrill screech rang through the forest and somewhere on his right, he heard sounds of a scuffle.
“No, no, noooo,” he moaned, dissappointed, as the rabbit bounded away, utterly spooked by the commotion. Dean watched it dissappeared through the bushes mournfully, before he went to investigate what the racket was about.
A few metres away, he sighed as he caught a familiar scent. Padding through the trees, he came upon Cas, walking proudly in the direction of their home, a dead rabbit dangling from his bloodied muzzle.
His mate whined cheerfully as he saw him, and Dean felt a warmth coiling in his chest.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been overexerting yourself again?”
Cas gave him a dirty look “Of course not. I was just stretching my legs a bit.”
His voice was a bit muffled by the rabbit. Dean came closer to inspect it, before he snorted. “It’s so skinny. Why did you make so much noise? I almost caught a bigger one, but you startled it.”
In all honesty, the rabbit Cas had caught was pretty big, but Dean was a little miffed for his own lost game.
“I didn’t make a noise. Blame the rabbit,” Cas growled, looking and smelling positively indignant.
It was true, Dean realized. It was the rabbit that screamed. Still, “It was such a plump one, too,” Dean sighed wistfully.
His mate turned to glare at him and Dean repressed a grin. His omega was so fiery. “In that case, go and catch another one. I’ll eat this one all by myself.”
“I love it when you get all feisty,” Dean commented, grinning.
“I mean it.” Cas gave his mate another warning glare before turning around and started walking back in the direction of their home.
Dean, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t, just chuckled. He easily kept up with the omega, licking his snout to clean the blood off of it. “C’mon. Don’t be like that,” he whined playfully.
Cas huffed and ignored him.
Dean’s tail wagged, showing that he wasn’t serious. He affectionately nuzzled Cas's belly, revelling in his peppermint, lemon, and a sweet, milky scent that has him wagging his tail faster. “I love you, Honey Bee.”
“You’re impossible.”
Cas turned away from him and bounded through the trees. But Dean had caught him smirking, so he knew that he was forgiven. Tail wagging, spirit high, Dean chased after him.
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Fin
