Uh. Shit, sorry-

[ Dean shifts, tries to squirm back and get away to give the other man some space and just winds up tangled in the dragon's tail and Cas' legs, huffing out an embarrassed little laugh. God, okay, he can do this, get your shit together Winchester, you're not a girl. ]

Normally I'd buy you dinner first.

[ He gives Cas an apologetic look, half-grimace, and shifts off, and just rolls onto his back on the grass, the dragon clambering over Cas to get to him, perching himself right on Dean's stomach with an oof, shit from the man. ]

Dude, what are you feeding him, he's like sixty pounds.