[ The dragon abandons Sam's lap for the significantly better one of Castiel, and chirps up at him like some kind of bird, almost. Dean looks less impressed, especially when Sam takes the other spot and leaves Dean with the spot by Cas' head.
Grudgingly, he goes to settle in, only to groan as he gets back up and fetches a washcloth.
He hands that to Cas, sprawling out on half of the couch, giving the little dragon the stink eye. ]
He'd make a really interesting jacket. Guess he's not big enough for that, though. Boots, ma-
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Grudgingly, he goes to settle in, only to groan as he gets back up and fetches a washcloth.
He hands that to Cas, sprawling out on half of the couch, giving the little dragon the stink eye. ]
He'd make a really interesting jacket. Guess he's not big enough for that, though. Boots, ma-
Dean.