[ A horrible mix, unless you're Dean, in which case mixing alcohol and pills means it's Tuesday. ]
Yeah, you and Sammy can nerd out over the him.
[ He's not going to get involved because they're not keeping it. It's temporary. The look that Sam gives him says everything, honestly - Sam knows exactly what he's thinking and from the little smile on his lips Sam's doubting it's actually temporary.
Dean narrows his eyes at him, and turns to the TV instead, finding that less infuriating than little brothers and angels and dragons.
Time passes and Dean finds that they don't, in fact, get rid of the dragon. The damn thing has a habit of crawling up onto the counters when he's cooking, trying to snipe bits of food and then half-flying, half-wobbling away as it gets used to its wings and Dean chases it off.
It's like having a huge catlike dog, he thinks, and much as he wants to say he hates the damn thing, he finds himself sort of freakishly attached. Charlie declares it awesome and ends up staying a few more days with it, Kevin seems attached and Dean - well.
The first day he finds it curled up on top of his bed when he wants to take a nap, he shuts up and deals with it and finds the dragon curled up at the small of his back when he wakes up. It seems to be too dumb to realize that he's totally not the one who likes it, and the scraps he feeds it from the table are for convenience, not because he's being nice, nope.
He takes to calling it Boots, too, mostly starting as a joke and a threat and then finds it sticking, not that he ever admits it to anyone else.
Dean's elbow deep in the guts of the Impala while Cas and Sam are out, and the dragon keeps getting into things, knocking over tools and playing with things and finally Dean picks it up and deposits it next to him, pointing a greasy finger at it. Don't think I won't make you into boots, he says, and the dragon snorts like it understands and totally doesn't believe him. It's how he winds up fiddling with the car's engine with the dragon curled around his shoulders somehow, so it can watch exactly what he's doing.
He would've thought it was more heavy, but it makes sense - it's got birdlike bones, all hollow and light which means it curls over his shoulder and isn't too obtrusive. ]
Make yourself useful, Boots.
[ Dean glances back at it with a frown, holding up one of the tools and watching it latch onto it to start playing with it, keeping it easily accessible while he works a screw loose. ]
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Yeah, you and Sammy can nerd out over the him.
[ He's not going to get involved because they're not keeping it. It's temporary. The look that Sam gives him says everything, honestly - Sam knows exactly what he's thinking and from the little smile on his lips Sam's doubting it's actually temporary.
Dean narrows his eyes at him, and turns to the TV instead, finding that less infuriating than little brothers and angels and dragons.
Time passes and Dean finds that they don't, in fact, get rid of the dragon. The damn thing has a habit of crawling up onto the counters when he's cooking, trying to snipe bits of food and then half-flying, half-wobbling away as it gets used to its wings and Dean chases it off.
It's like having a huge catlike dog, he thinks, and much as he wants to say he hates the damn thing, he finds himself sort of freakishly attached. Charlie declares it awesome and ends up staying a few more days with it, Kevin seems attached and Dean - well.
The first day he finds it curled up on top of his bed when he wants to take a nap, he shuts up and deals with it and finds the dragon curled up at the small of his back when he wakes up. It seems to be too dumb to realize that he's totally not the one who likes it, and the scraps he feeds it from the table are for convenience, not because he's being nice, nope.
He takes to calling it Boots, too, mostly starting as a joke and a threat and then finds it sticking, not that he ever admits it to anyone else.
Dean's elbow deep in the guts of the Impala while Cas and Sam are out, and the dragon keeps getting into things, knocking over tools and playing with things and finally Dean picks it up and deposits it next to him, pointing a greasy finger at it. Don't think I won't make you into boots, he says, and the dragon snorts like it understands and totally doesn't believe him. It's how he winds up fiddling with the car's engine with the dragon curled around his shoulders somehow, so it can watch exactly what he's doing.
He would've thought it was more heavy, but it makes sense - it's got birdlike bones, all hollow and light which means it curls over his shoulder and isn't too obtrusive. ]
Make yourself useful, Boots.
[ Dean glances back at it with a frown, holding up one of the tools and watching it latch onto it to start playing with it, keeping it easily accessible while he works a screw loose. ]