[ He makes it as fast as possible, grabbing the plate, tossing the meat down and cutting it into long strips. When it's sliced, he puts it down on the ground and motions for Cas to let the dragon down.
It seems to be thinking Cas takes to look - a few thrashes and it's slipping out of his hands and thunking against the ground with its wings too small to carry it. It barely seems phased, sliding right up to the plate, digging its face in with a noise that's a cross between a purr and a growl.
Dean watches, torn between curiosity and disgust. ]
You get to teach your pet manners, Cas. [ he gives it a wide berth, circling around it. ] Here, c'mon, let's let Sam babysit. Lemme try and fix up your hand.
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It seems to be thinking Cas takes to look - a few thrashes and it's slipping out of his hands and thunking against the ground with its wings too small to carry it. It barely seems phased, sliding right up to the plate, digging its face in with a noise that's a cross between a purr and a growl.
Dean watches, torn between curiosity and disgust. ]
You get to teach your pet manners, Cas. [ he gives it a wide berth, circling around it. ] Here, c'mon, let's let Sam babysit. Lemme try and fix up your hand.