Story: Duckpocalypse Now: (Supernatural/Darkwing Duck): (2/10)
Title: Duckpocalypse Now
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Two: In Which Dean Forgets to Be Serious
It was like a train wreck. They wanted to look away… but they just couldn't. Instead, both Sam and Dean stood there, shell-shocked, as they watched the masked duck fight the devil-shaped robot. The group was getting closer, and the fight seemed to be getting more and more intense. With a hollow, tin-sounding laugh, the robot shot a line of flames out at Darkwing, who did a back-flip out of harm's way. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, their faces matching masks of disbelief as they turned back toward the action.
"Darkwing, the pitchfork!" the girl-duck cried, pointing.
She managed to wrench her shoulders out from under the grip of the protective aviator duck, but she paused before running into the fray. The robot's hand-the right one-transformed into a, well, devil's pitchfork, and the tips of the blades gleamed in the moonlight as the machine stabbed out toward Darkwing. With a cry, Darkwing launched himself skyward… but he wasn't fast enough. The tip of one of the blades caught him in the arm, a stream of bright red blood emerging through his white feathers almost immediately. And, despite the absurdity of it all, Sam and Dean had to stop themselves from running forward as the little girl-duck cried out Darkwing's name once more.
But the masked duck seemed unfazed, landing and delivering a roundhouse to the robot's head. The moment his webbed foot collided with the face, it dented in, and sparks went flying. He pulled his foot away and landed another kick in its chest, and it rolled back. Springs flew out of it and bolts of electricity danced out erratically. The head spun around and around faster than the eye could see before it popped off completely. It flew a few feet into the air only to land another foot or so from Sam and Dean. The aviator duck and the girl-duck followed the destroyed robot's head, their eyes immediately falling upon Sam and Dean. They both seemed confused, but not afraid, of the two obviously different creatures that so suddenly appeared before them. Meanwhile, Darkwing's attention had turned upward toward a set of power lines.
"It's over, Megavolt! It's back to the clink for you!" he sounded, bravado clear in his voice. "That robot was no match for the Mighty Masked Mallard!"
The rat-Megavolt-laughed down at the duck as Darkwing whirled his cape about his shoulders dramatically. Dean shook his head. This could not be happening.
"Uh… DW?" the aviator duck said, his eyes trained on the Winchesters.
"Not now, LP," Darkwing said, still gazing up at Megavolt.
He was clearly about to threaten the evil rat again when Megavolt took the small distraction of the hero to his advantage. He shot a bolt-a big one-of blue electricity down at the group. Darkwing jumped backward out of the line of fire, while LP-as Darkwing had called him-pulled the girl-duck out of the way, stumbling and falling, pulling the girl-duck with him.
"First a robot, and now just shooting bolts at us?" Darkwing said, tsking at him. "You're getting very boring, Megs."
Megavolt growled, and this time, it was a rain of bolts that fell upon the heroes from his fingertips.
"Dean, we've gotta help!" Sam said, pointing toward the little girl-duck.
The bolts were moving ever closer to her feet as both she and LP inched back along the paved road. Darkwing's eyes widened as he turned to stare at them.
"Gosalyn!" he called while Megavolt cackled some more.
"Fried or extra crispy for the little girl, Darkwing?" he asked.
Dean and Sam charged out at the group, reaching LP and Gosalyn in almost record time. Sam helped LP to his feet while Dean scooped Gosalyn up in his arms. Darkwing looked on at them in surprise.
"We've got them. Take down that SOB," Dean called as they retreated from Megavolt's onslaught.
Darkwing nodded, pulling a bulky black gun, with some purpling detailing that matched his costume, from somewhere within the folds of his cape. Sam, Dean, and LP didn't stop until they reached the safety of the sidewalk across the street, but Dean's eyes were wide as he huffed out a laugh.
"Whoa… Purple Talking Duck is packing heat," he said.
Gosalyn stared at him, still held up high off the ground-considering that Dean stood at least a couple of heads taller than LP, while Sam practically towered over him. Dean grinned at her, trying his best to look non-threatening.
"You're okay," he said.
He could see the questions in her bright, round eyes, but she held them in, staring on at Darkwing as he bounced and twirled and ducked underneath Megavolt's attack. Finally, he back-flipped several feet away, stopping with his gun aimed up at the villain.
"Very uninspired, Megsy. What would the rest of the villains say?" he taunted.
Megavolt growled again. "I didn't build the stupid robot! He was already like that! I just woke him up!"
Darkwing shook his head. "And stealing others' ideas? Bad, bad. Suck gas, evil-doer!"
With that, a pellet the size of the duck's fist shot out, catching in the lines Megavolt stood on. It sizzled and popped loudly, a cloud of gas enveloping the villain. When it cleared, he staggered, muttering a bit, before yawning wildly.
"Night-night," he muttered, falling.
He landed hard enough to leave a hair-line crack in the cement, and all those watching winced. Gosalyn smiled, wiggled out of Dean's arms and landing in a small crouch on the ground. Darkwing made quick work of trussing up Megavolt and tossing him over the back of a large, purple motorcycle-complete with sidecar and duck-shape hood-before he approached Sam, Dean, and the others.
The hero duck crossed his arms, brow arched high toward his hat.
"More humans?" he asked.
And Dean just couldn't hold it in any more. He laughed. Loud and hard, bending forward to slap his knee even. Sam's eyes widened in horror.
"Dean!" he snapped. "Knock it off!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Dean gasped, leaning up and shaking his hand in the air. "I just… they're ducks. Talking ducks."
LP, Darkwing, and Gosalyn all exchanged looks while Sam grinned embarrassingly at them. Dean continued to laugh, and Sam edged over, digging his elbow into his brother's side.
"Stop it," Sam hissed.
Dean nodded, but only managed to reduce his amusement to chuckles. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"Great. This is just wonderful. Who are you two?" he demanded.
"Um, I'm Sam Winchester. And this is my brother, Dean," Sam said, sticking out a hand hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure that shaking hands was what ducks did to greet each other.
But LP stepped forward, all grins, and took up his hand. He shook it heartily.
"I'm Launchpad McQuack," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder toward the duckling and Darkwing. "And this is Gosalyn and Darkwing Duck."
Dean sighed, taking in a huge breath as he wiped his laughter tears away.
"Darkwing Duck? And that's your real name, Talking Duck?" Dean laughed.
Darkwing's eyes narrowed in a glare. "Of course not. My real name is a secret."
"He's a hero," Gosalyn said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
Sam arched a brow. "Like, what, Batman?"
At that, all three ducks blinked and exchanged a glance. Finally, Darkwing took a step forward.
"Do you guys know Buffy Summers?" he asked.
Now it was Sam and Dean's turn to exchange a glance.
"You've met another human before?" Dean asked. Gesturing to himself and Sam, he added, "This isn't a new thing to you?"
Gosalyn giggled. "No. Just a few months ago, we had a human woman come through… and then her sister. They were from a different dimension."
An odd light grew in the duckling's eyes as she gazed up at the two men.
"Are you monster hunters?"
Sam gaped at her. "What? Why?"
"Gosalyn!" Darkwing chastised, and Dean suddenly realized that this girl, Gosalyn, was probably Darkwing's daughter. After all, he had heard John say his and Sam's names in very much the same manner before.
"I'm just asking, Dad," she shrugged before turning back to Sam. "Buffy was a vampire slayer."
"You mean a vampire hunter? I mean, we've hunted vampires before, but we don't specialize. We pretty much take down whatever monster comes our way. Monsters, demons, ghosts… things like that," Dean explained.
"Slayers are always girls, remember, Gos?" Launchpad said.
Gosalyn nodded. "Oh, yeah. So… you two don't have any super powers, like passed down to you so you can defeat those monsters, do you?"
"I hope not," Darkwing muttered as the Winchesters' arched a brow at him.
Finally, Sam shook his head. "Uh, no. No one has super powers like that where we're from. Well, I mean, there are psychics, and people like that."
"I mean more like super strength," Gosalyn explained
Sam and Dean shook their heads. Darkwing cupped his beak, thoughtful.
"Hmm… you must be from a different dimension than Buffy," Launchpad said, and Darkwing sighed.
"How do you figure, LP?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Well, the way I see it, if these two are monster hunters, and if the slayers are the way that Buffy said they were the last time we spoke to her, then they would know each other. I mean, remember? Buffy said that they were reaching out to freelance hunters, and that Willow was having an easy time finding them."
Both Sam and Dean exchanged a glance for about the millionth time since they had arrived. Darkwing, meanwhile, reached up and grasped both sides of his hat, yanking it down hard over his head.
"Perfect! Just perfect! I mean, the last time we had a couple of humans drop in on us, half the city ended up torn to pieces, and Gosalyn winded up a slayer. What now? Launchpad getting crowned intergalactic overlord?" he groaned.
Sam glanced down at the red-haired duckling. "You're one of those slayer things you mentioned?"
She nodded up at him proudly. "Yup. But Dad won't let me use my powers. But I could totally toss that car over there like down the street or something."
Darkwing shook his head. "Oh, you could not!"
She whirled on her father-as Dean was pleased he had deduced correctly-and glared up at him.
"Yes, I could, if you'd let me!"
Dean laughed again, which drew the ducks' attention back to the elder Winchester. He covered his mouth, wiping at it as if it would take the humor away. He shook his head.
"Sorry," he apologized again. "Still adjusting."
Sam sighed. Clearing his throat, Dean tried again.
"Okay, so we're in a whole different dimension?"
Darkwing nodded. "Seems so. And like I said, the last time a human was here in St. Canard, it took the city a month to clean up. It still hasn't rebuilt anything. Not to mention to cover up the horde-worth of vampire attacks. You don't have any vampires after you, do you?"
Dean went to answer, but Sam held up his hands.
"Wait," he said. "Let me get this straight. You're a vigilante superhero who knows about the supernatural?"
Shrugging, the Masked Mallard nodded. "Of course! I happen to be dating a witch, you know."
Dean's ears perked up. "A witch? Not that I'm one to turn to witchcraft, but… do you think she would know how to get us back to our world?"
"Maybe," Darkwing admitted, and Gosalyn crossed her arms.
"How did you get here, anyway?" she asked. "Did a demon do it?"
"You know about demons too?" Sam asked.
"That's how Buffy got here. A demon poofed her here."
"We're not sure," Dean answered. "But if your witch friend could help…"
Darkwing sighed, straightening his abused hat. "Maybe she can. I've got to drop this evil-doer off at the police station… But if you're willing, you can ride along, and we'll go to Morgana's and see what she can sort out."
"Maybe she can contact Willow," Gosalyn offered.
Dean's eyes drifted to the duck-shaped purple motorcycle and pursed his lips. Sam could see it in his brother's eyes… more laughter threatening to leak out. He nudged Dean once more and smiled.
"We'd appreciate it," he said.
Darkwing rolled his eyes, turning toward the bike. "Oh, Morg's gonna love this."
"Wahoo!" Gosalyn cried out joyously.
The Winchesters let the ducks get a few steps ahead before Dean turned to his brother.
"Why do I get the feeling that this is gonna be one of those things that we'll never forget?"
Sam huffed. "We've just had a conversation with articulate ducks. I think it's already one of those things."
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Two: In Which Dean Forgets to Be Serious
It was like a train wreck. They wanted to look away… but they just couldn't. Instead, both Sam and Dean stood there, shell-shocked, as they watched the masked duck fight the devil-shaped robot. The group was getting closer, and the fight seemed to be getting more and more intense. With a hollow, tin-sounding laugh, the robot shot a line of flames out at Darkwing, who did a back-flip out of harm's way. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, their faces matching masks of disbelief as they turned back toward the action.
"Darkwing, the pitchfork!" the girl-duck cried, pointing.
She managed to wrench her shoulders out from under the grip of the protective aviator duck, but she paused before running into the fray. The robot's hand-the right one-transformed into a, well, devil's pitchfork, and the tips of the blades gleamed in the moonlight as the machine stabbed out toward Darkwing. With a cry, Darkwing launched himself skyward… but he wasn't fast enough. The tip of one of the blades caught him in the arm, a stream of bright red blood emerging through his white feathers almost immediately. And, despite the absurdity of it all, Sam and Dean had to stop themselves from running forward as the little girl-duck cried out Darkwing's name once more.
But the masked duck seemed unfazed, landing and delivering a roundhouse to the robot's head. The moment his webbed foot collided with the face, it dented in, and sparks went flying. He pulled his foot away and landed another kick in its chest, and it rolled back. Springs flew out of it and bolts of electricity danced out erratically. The head spun around and around faster than the eye could see before it popped off completely. It flew a few feet into the air only to land another foot or so from Sam and Dean. The aviator duck and the girl-duck followed the destroyed robot's head, their eyes immediately falling upon Sam and Dean. They both seemed confused, but not afraid, of the two obviously different creatures that so suddenly appeared before them. Meanwhile, Darkwing's attention had turned upward toward a set of power lines.
"It's over, Megavolt! It's back to the clink for you!" he sounded, bravado clear in his voice. "That robot was no match for the Mighty Masked Mallard!"
The rat-Megavolt-laughed down at the duck as Darkwing whirled his cape about his shoulders dramatically. Dean shook his head. This could not be happening.
"Uh… DW?" the aviator duck said, his eyes trained on the Winchesters.
"Not now, LP," Darkwing said, still gazing up at Megavolt.
He was clearly about to threaten the evil rat again when Megavolt took the small distraction of the hero to his advantage. He shot a bolt-a big one-of blue electricity down at the group. Darkwing jumped backward out of the line of fire, while LP-as Darkwing had called him-pulled the girl-duck out of the way, stumbling and falling, pulling the girl-duck with him.
"First a robot, and now just shooting bolts at us?" Darkwing said, tsking at him. "You're getting very boring, Megs."
Megavolt growled, and this time, it was a rain of bolts that fell upon the heroes from his fingertips.
"Dean, we've gotta help!" Sam said, pointing toward the little girl-duck.
The bolts were moving ever closer to her feet as both she and LP inched back along the paved road. Darkwing's eyes widened as he turned to stare at them.
"Gosalyn!" he called while Megavolt cackled some more.
"Fried or extra crispy for the little girl, Darkwing?" he asked.
Dean and Sam charged out at the group, reaching LP and Gosalyn in almost record time. Sam helped LP to his feet while Dean scooped Gosalyn up in his arms. Darkwing looked on at them in surprise.
"We've got them. Take down that SOB," Dean called as they retreated from Megavolt's onslaught.
Darkwing nodded, pulling a bulky black gun, with some purpling detailing that matched his costume, from somewhere within the folds of his cape. Sam, Dean, and LP didn't stop until they reached the safety of the sidewalk across the street, but Dean's eyes were wide as he huffed out a laugh.
"Whoa… Purple Talking Duck is packing heat," he said.
Gosalyn stared at him, still held up high off the ground-considering that Dean stood at least a couple of heads taller than LP, while Sam practically towered over him. Dean grinned at her, trying his best to look non-threatening.
"You're okay," he said.
He could see the questions in her bright, round eyes, but she held them in, staring on at Darkwing as he bounced and twirled and ducked underneath Megavolt's attack. Finally, he back-flipped several feet away, stopping with his gun aimed up at the villain.
"Very uninspired, Megsy. What would the rest of the villains say?" he taunted.
Megavolt growled again. "I didn't build the stupid robot! He was already like that! I just woke him up!"
Darkwing shook his head. "And stealing others' ideas? Bad, bad. Suck gas, evil-doer!"
With that, a pellet the size of the duck's fist shot out, catching in the lines Megavolt stood on. It sizzled and popped loudly, a cloud of gas enveloping the villain. When it cleared, he staggered, muttering a bit, before yawning wildly.
"Night-night," he muttered, falling.
He landed hard enough to leave a hair-line crack in the cement, and all those watching winced. Gosalyn smiled, wiggled out of Dean's arms and landing in a small crouch on the ground. Darkwing made quick work of trussing up Megavolt and tossing him over the back of a large, purple motorcycle-complete with sidecar and duck-shape hood-before he approached Sam, Dean, and the others.
The hero duck crossed his arms, brow arched high toward his hat.
"More humans?" he asked.
And Dean just couldn't hold it in any more. He laughed. Loud and hard, bending forward to slap his knee even. Sam's eyes widened in horror.
"Dean!" he snapped. "Knock it off!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Dean gasped, leaning up and shaking his hand in the air. "I just… they're ducks. Talking ducks."
LP, Darkwing, and Gosalyn all exchanged looks while Sam grinned embarrassingly at them. Dean continued to laugh, and Sam edged over, digging his elbow into his brother's side.
"Stop it," Sam hissed.
Dean nodded, but only managed to reduce his amusement to chuckles. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"Great. This is just wonderful. Who are you two?" he demanded.
"Um, I'm Sam Winchester. And this is my brother, Dean," Sam said, sticking out a hand hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure that shaking hands was what ducks did to greet each other.
But LP stepped forward, all grins, and took up his hand. He shook it heartily.
"I'm Launchpad McQuack," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder toward the duckling and Darkwing. "And this is Gosalyn and Darkwing Duck."
Dean sighed, taking in a huge breath as he wiped his laughter tears away.
"Darkwing Duck? And that's your real name, Talking Duck?" Dean laughed.
Darkwing's eyes narrowed in a glare. "Of course not. My real name is a secret."
"He's a hero," Gosalyn said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
Sam arched a brow. "Like, what, Batman?"
At that, all three ducks blinked and exchanged a glance. Finally, Darkwing took a step forward.
"Do you guys know Buffy Summers?" he asked.
Now it was Sam and Dean's turn to exchange a glance.
"You've met another human before?" Dean asked. Gesturing to himself and Sam, he added, "This isn't a new thing to you?"
Gosalyn giggled. "No. Just a few months ago, we had a human woman come through… and then her sister. They were from a different dimension."
An odd light grew in the duckling's eyes as she gazed up at the two men.
"Are you monster hunters?"
Sam gaped at her. "What? Why?"
"Gosalyn!" Darkwing chastised, and Dean suddenly realized that this girl, Gosalyn, was probably Darkwing's daughter. After all, he had heard John say his and Sam's names in very much the same manner before.
"I'm just asking, Dad," she shrugged before turning back to Sam. "Buffy was a vampire slayer."
"You mean a vampire hunter? I mean, we've hunted vampires before, but we don't specialize. We pretty much take down whatever monster comes our way. Monsters, demons, ghosts… things like that," Dean explained.
"Slayers are always girls, remember, Gos?" Launchpad said.
Gosalyn nodded. "Oh, yeah. So… you two don't have any super powers, like passed down to you so you can defeat those monsters, do you?"
"I hope not," Darkwing muttered as the Winchesters' arched a brow at him.
Finally, Sam shook his head. "Uh, no. No one has super powers like that where we're from. Well, I mean, there are psychics, and people like that."
"I mean more like super strength," Gosalyn explained
Sam and Dean shook their heads. Darkwing cupped his beak, thoughtful.
"Hmm… you must be from a different dimension than Buffy," Launchpad said, and Darkwing sighed.
"How do you figure, LP?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Well, the way I see it, if these two are monster hunters, and if the slayers are the way that Buffy said they were the last time we spoke to her, then they would know each other. I mean, remember? Buffy said that they were reaching out to freelance hunters, and that Willow was having an easy time finding them."
Both Sam and Dean exchanged a glance for about the millionth time since they had arrived. Darkwing, meanwhile, reached up and grasped both sides of his hat, yanking it down hard over his head.
"Perfect! Just perfect! I mean, the last time we had a couple of humans drop in on us, half the city ended up torn to pieces, and Gosalyn winded up a slayer. What now? Launchpad getting crowned intergalactic overlord?" he groaned.
Sam glanced down at the red-haired duckling. "You're one of those slayer things you mentioned?"
She nodded up at him proudly. "Yup. But Dad won't let me use my powers. But I could totally toss that car over there like down the street or something."
Darkwing shook his head. "Oh, you could not!"
She whirled on her father-as Dean was pleased he had deduced correctly-and glared up at him.
"Yes, I could, if you'd let me!"
Dean laughed again, which drew the ducks' attention back to the elder Winchester. He covered his mouth, wiping at it as if it would take the humor away. He shook his head.
"Sorry," he apologized again. "Still adjusting."
Sam sighed. Clearing his throat, Dean tried again.
"Okay, so we're in a whole different dimension?"
Darkwing nodded. "Seems so. And like I said, the last time a human was here in St. Canard, it took the city a month to clean up. It still hasn't rebuilt anything. Not to mention to cover up the horde-worth of vampire attacks. You don't have any vampires after you, do you?"
Dean went to answer, but Sam held up his hands.
"Wait," he said. "Let me get this straight. You're a vigilante superhero who knows about the supernatural?"
Shrugging, the Masked Mallard nodded. "Of course! I happen to be dating a witch, you know."
Dean's ears perked up. "A witch? Not that I'm one to turn to witchcraft, but… do you think she would know how to get us back to our world?"
"Maybe," Darkwing admitted, and Gosalyn crossed her arms.
"How did you get here, anyway?" she asked. "Did a demon do it?"
"You know about demons too?" Sam asked.
"That's how Buffy got here. A demon poofed her here."
"We're not sure," Dean answered. "But if your witch friend could help…"
Darkwing sighed, straightening his abused hat. "Maybe she can. I've got to drop this evil-doer off at the police station… But if you're willing, you can ride along, and we'll go to Morgana's and see what she can sort out."
"Maybe she can contact Willow," Gosalyn offered.
Dean's eyes drifted to the duck-shaped purple motorcycle and pursed his lips. Sam could see it in his brother's eyes… more laughter threatening to leak out. He nudged Dean once more and smiled.
"We'd appreciate it," he said.
Darkwing rolled his eyes, turning toward the bike. "Oh, Morg's gonna love this."
"Wahoo!" Gosalyn cried out joyously.
The Winchesters let the ducks get a few steps ahead before Dean turned to his brother.
"Why do I get the feeling that this is gonna be one of those things that we'll never forget?"
Sam huffed. "We've just had a conversation with articulate ducks. I think it's already one of those things."