A/N: Well, here it is, my first posted Fan Fiction. Happy birthday to 88Ivories (if you look closely you'll notice a hint of angst) and Kiwiplasj, I hope your special days are filled with joy and happiness!
"We can't keep it."
"Awww, c'mon Sammy, it could be useful."
"Useful?" He asks, his voice taking on a strangled quality.
"Sure... we won't ever need lighter fluid or matches again."
Scrubbing his hand down his face, Sam stares at the object of his brother's desire - his mouth opening and closing without any clear thought on how to respond.
"You know, I've always wanted a pet... and... dad's not here to say no."
"Yeah, but Dean... that is not some parakeet you can perch on your shoulder... that is a... a..."
"You can say it Sammy... it's a dragon."