I killed the wendigo, Dean. [It's said with a heavy dose of exasperation, because the last thing Castiel wants at the moment is to have his skills questioned. He knows how to hunt, he knows what it involves, but a baby dragon is not usually part of the equation.
He can hardly blame Dean for wanting to know what it is first, especially since there seems to be some smoke seeping out of the bag now.
Castiel's already prepared to argue his point, but first things first is showing Dean, and so after a long pause he reaches down and lifts up the mouth of the bag so that Dean can peer inside.
And there are two blinking, lizard-like eyes and a relatively large body covered in scales, hard and a shining red. Its tongue slithers out for a moment and it lets out its attempt at a roar, but at the moment it's more of a squeak.]
I don't know how it ended up in the wendigo's cave, but I couldn't leave it there.
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He can hardly blame Dean for wanting to know what it is first, especially since there seems to be some smoke seeping out of the bag now.
Castiel's already prepared to argue his point, but first things first is showing Dean, and so after a long pause he reaches down and lifts up the mouth of the bag so that Dean can peer inside.
And there are two blinking, lizard-like eyes and a relatively large body covered in scales, hard and a shining red. Its tongue slithers out for a moment and it lets out its attempt at a roar, but at the moment it's more of a squeak.]
I don't know how it ended up in the wendigo's cave, but I couldn't leave it there.
[He's being responsible, that's all.]