Title: Cairo, IL (The Funeral Home)
Characters/Relationship: Shadow/Dean (crossover pairing, background), Mr. Jacquel, Mr. Ibis, Bast
Length: Flash length
Notes: More AG than SPN, part of a larger series, mix of book and show but moreso book spoilers, this goes beyond the TV canon so you have been warned it is not technically American Gods (TV) fic.
Rating: PG
Summary: If cats could talk to cops, they wouldn't. (an additional self-selected prompt is the summary)

Something pulls Shadow to the funeral home. Winchester tags along, all glitter and fairy dust and love. They are driving in that general direction, not sure why or what’s going to happen, and they don’t quite hit the dog-creature in the road, but it’s close.

This is by design.

The dog looks at them, tilts its head in the direction they’ll soon be driving, and then...Mr. Jacquel stands there.

They don’t know his name. But he knows theirs.

“Shadow. Shadow Moon. Winchester. We could use some faerie dust and a few able hands down our way.”

Shadow and Winchester exchange a look.

People who know their names are usually a sign of where they’re needed next.

“I do hope you’re not squeamish,” the man says as he lets himself into the car.

*~*~*

Where they have ended up, there is a cat. In the middle of the night, Shadow swears he sees her prowl and her shadow elongates into that of a woman. But the woman never speaks.

*~*~*

He whispers to Winchester about it in the morning.

Winchester nods once. It would seem curt to anyone who didn’t know it belonged on their face. “Good insurance policy,” is all Winchester says. “If cats could talk….they wouldn’t.”

From deep in the recesses of the funeral parlor, they hear an answering meow and the chuckles of two men.

“You don’t need to talk to change the world,” Winchester says.

Shadow smiles as his heart fills to bursting. He is exactly where he needs to be.