A soft roll of thunder crossed the sky, followed by a distant flash of lightning. Misty shafts of rain fell on the trees, dripping down the leaves. It was the middle of a summer afternoon, but the clouds were so dark and the rain so thick that it seemed like midnight. Eliora let out a sigh, her large tail curled around a nearby tree. The rain fell in thick sheets off of the side of her wings. She poked her head up above the trees and blew a puff of smoke from her nostrils. Her wings were folded down, relaxing. She enjoyed storms, the soft pounding of rain soothing her. She laid her head on the forest ground and closed her eyes. There weren't many things that frightened dragons, and a storm definitely wasn't one of them.
A few miles off, Sam Winchester was driving in his older brother's car. Dean was at home reading up on a case, but after an argument he had decided to get out for a bit to take a break. He let out a sigh, the rain relentless on the hood of the car. The trees rustled, and he saw something large in the headlights. He looked at it carefully, straining his eyes from a distance to see the creature in the darkness. Finding no luck, he got out of the car and grabbed a flashlight and his trusty shotgun, in case things went wrong.
He walked toward the figure, taking notice of it's magenta scales and spiny neck. It seemed to be sleeping, which was a good thing, because he had realized that he was face to face with a dragon. His first instinct was to grab his gun and shoot, but unlike Dean, Sam actually used the thinking side of his brain. A) it was asleep. B) it wasn't attacking him. He walked toward her, stroking her scales. They were large, each one, a crystalline structure of its own. Another roll of thunder crossed the sky, waking Eliora from her sleep. She raised her head and yawned. Sam clutched the gun, ready to shoot. She looked over at him, lowering her head to his level. "What are you doing in a storm like this" She said, her full voice toned down to a whisper as not to break his eardrums. Sam put down the gun and put his hand in his pocket. "Just clearing my head" He said sighing. Eliora carefully unfolded a wing, letting it hang over the human. "This will keep you dry" she said calmly, feeling protective of the human. She was taking a liking to him. He didn't seem to fear her, and he was talking to her. Sam was lost in thought, she wasn't attacking him, and they seemed to be talking rather well. He leaned against her side, her large body effortlessly supporting his weight. For what seemed like an hour, but was only moments, the two stood in the rain, both lost in their own thoughts.