[ Oh my god fskgfhsf. Dean is two seconds from throwing up his hands in frustration at the moron and his need to baby a giant, meat eating lizard.
Still, he's right - get to the bunker, avoid anyone else getting cooked and let's move. Dean huffs out a breath between clenched teeth and hops into his seat again.
The drive back is fairly quiet - Dean side-eyes the dragon in the back seat every so often but it's content to stay curled up, and every so often shifts its head out from the blankets and pokes its nose into Castiel's good hand, like a cat seeking petting.
When they get back, Dean waves Sam off to open the door and he brushes past Cas, scooping up the dragon in the bag because he's not gonna make him carry something with his bum hand. ]
Bite me and I skin you, got it?
[ It apparently does 'get it' because it curls up with a disgruntled noise and shoves its head under Dean's armpit as he walks.
As soon as he's indoors, Dean settles the bag down, staring at it and then Cas a moment. ]
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Still, he's right - get to the bunker, avoid anyone else getting cooked and let's move. Dean huffs out a breath between clenched teeth and hops into his seat again.
The drive back is fairly quiet - Dean side-eyes the dragon in the back seat every so often but it's content to stay curled up, and every so often shifts its head out from the blankets and pokes its nose into Castiel's good hand, like a cat seeking petting.
When they get back, Dean waves Sam off to open the door and he brushes past Cas, scooping up the dragon in the bag because he's not gonna make him carry something with his bum hand. ]
Bite me and I skin you, got it?
[ It apparently does 'get it' because it curls up with a disgruntled noise and shoves its head under Dean's armpit as he walks.
As soon as he's indoors, Dean settles the bag down, staring at it and then Cas a moment. ]
...guess we oughta feed the thing.