Dean and Sam stared up at the massive form of Castiel, curled up around the clearing of the forest they’d been told to meet him at.

“Dude, you’re a fucking Dragon!” Dean blurted, staring at the gently lit swirls of color on his skin.

Cas blinked at him and arched his long sinuous neck. “That’s what humans have called us in the past, yes.”  

Sam was already walking over and pressing his hands to Cas’s side.  “You’re warm… and lit up like a christmas tree!”

Cas nudged Sam away with his head and rolled his eyes, “That tickles, stop, please.”