Hey, don't you dare gimme that woe is me look.

[ You're the one who picked the little guy up, not the other way around. It's your problem that they've got a dragon that wants to get let out and run around like some kinda weirdo scaly dog. Dean rolls his eyes and steps back. Like hell he's gonna get trampled by a lizard.

Cas braces for it and Boots chirps happily, slamming into him and crawling all over him. He's careful with his claws, thankfully - they're sharp but he keeps them back and just paws at him, squirming up and into Cas' lap even if he's not sitting and Dean crouches down to help with a little snort. He braces Cas with one hand at his forearm and leans in to help him up and the dragon promptly decides it'd rather have him on the ground.

Dean's not quite sure how the hell it happens - he's friggin' hunter, not a five year old learning how to walk, but he ends up tipping and gropes for something to hold onto while the dragon wiggles between them and ends up braced with one knee between Cas' thighs, one hand braced on his shoulder, the dragon smooshed between them. ]