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Dragon Noodles

Chapter 10

Big-Scary- Bird

(A/N: Words inside Alphonse's head are in Italics.)

From Chapter 9

Behind them Al made revving noises like the motorcycle on the screen and began eyeballing the tall shelves holding the MOL of library.

Figuring out in a flash what Al was up to Sam stood up and shook a finger at the baby dragon. "No fires, Alphonse. No fires allowed." Al shot a few flames out of his nose then turned it down to smoke only. He set off to putt-putt all over the room

Alphonse: More fun. So happy.

The Winchester family settled in for Movie Night.

Chapter 10

Midnight in the bunker; Alphonse floated quietly down the hallway from room to room. He was checking on his humans, making sure they were all safely in their rooms and snuggled up tight in their beds. He paused at Charlie's door and heard no sound. Charlie slept like a lady with soft little puffs of breath.

Further down the hallway he came to Sam's door which was open. Sam always left the door open to listen for noises: Alphonse getting in trouble crashing into the light fixtures and needing to be soothed or Dean's mumbled cries and tears as nightmares claimed Big Brother in his sleep. Sam considered it his job to comfort his brother and chase the nightmares away.

Alphonse flitted into the room and noted that Sam's feet, in his holey socks, were uncovered, again; like always. Alphonse pulled and tugged until Safe-In-His-Arms' feet were covered. The little dragon spit out the blanket. Sam snorted and rolled over.

Alphonse hummed "Saaa, Saaa, Saaa" to ease the giant back to sleep.

Leaving Sam safe in his bed Al continued down the hall. There was one more to check on still.

Much to his surprise, Dean's door was open. That never happened. He poked his head into the dark room and breathed out the smallest hint of fire to be sure. There was no lump under the covers. Dean definitely was not in his room.

Al backpedaled into the hall and listened to the silence of the bunker. In just a minute he heard a rattling noise and followed it to the bunker kitchen. There was Cranky-Dancing-Bear's butt sticking out of the cold box. Al drifted closer and saw what the man was doing. There was a carrier with brown bottles in his hand. The dragon got closer and blew a warm breath on the back of Dean's neck.

Dean jumped and spun around, his hand going for the gun that was usually at his back. Of course, in boxers the move really meant nothing.

"God damn it, Al." Den shouted. "Don't sneak up on me like that. I could have hurt you."

Al bounced up in the air, insulted. He didn't like it when the Bear man shouted at him. He breathed out a small flame. It wasn't much; he barely singed the blonde's hair. It was just a reminder, really.

Dean rubbed the top of his head. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Keep the zippo in your lips. I don't need a trim."

Al circled and wondered what Cranky-Dancing-Bear was doing with all the bottles.

Dean glanced at the six-pack. "I'm going out under the stars and have a couple of beers. Do you want to come with me? I'll give you some."

Dean pulled a bowl out of the cupboard and let the way to the front door. Once outside Dean settled on the cement steps and Al perched on the top bar of the hand rail. Dean popped the lid off a beer with his ring and poured some in a bowl.

"Come on, Al." Dean waved a hand at the bowl. "Don't be a wuss like Sam. Have some beer."

Man and dragon sat in friendly companionship. When Al's bowl was empty Dean would finish the current bottle, open another and give Al some more. It wasn't long before Al was having a little trouble perching on the bar. After all he was just a little dragon and after getting over the initial taste, he was lapping up the beer like a master. Finally he gave up his delicately balanced perch and allowed his hind legs to rest on the second bar while his little front legs still held on the top with his claws. He burped. Dean laughed.

Al burped again and began to sway just a bit on his railings.

"Hey, Al" the Hunter said. "Call me my name. Call me Dean." This was not the usual way Dean taught Al to say a new word. There were no Ding-Dongs in sight. Al considered the word.

"Come on, Al" Dean urged his friend. "You can say it. I'm Dean, Dean , Dean."

Al swung on his railing again and finally he made a noise.

Alphonse; De-De."

Dean paused, a beer half way to his lips. "Oh no, you don't; you don't get to call me De-De."

Al could feel the emotions streaming off his friend. "De-De!" he cried out again.

"Oh, crap." Dean muttered.

Waving his beer, Dean looked around at the quiet fields and dark skies overhead. The moon was low in the East and the stars glittered. "There's something missing, I think." Dean said to himself.

"Castiel, oh Castiel" Dean lowered his head. "Get your feathered ass down here. I have someone I want you to meet. Come on Cas, it's been a while. I'd like a visit, please."

Al was happily swinging on his railing and wondering when Dean would give him more beer when there was the sound of wings and something big and scary landed behind him. Twisting his head around to look Al lost his grip on the top rail and tumbled down

Alphonse: "Sonofavitch."

He was a lucky little dragon. Before he could even try to save himself he landed on Dean who put his arm around the little guy. "Take it easy, Al " Dean cooed. "It's alright. It's only Cas. He's a friend of ours."

Al eyed the Big-Scary-Bird.

Alphonse: "Ass, Ass, Assphutt?"

Dean laughed. "Close enough, Al."

"Dean," Castiel intoned. "What is that?" Cas cocked his head to the side. "You are drunk and so is the….Is that a dragon in your lap?"

"Yeah, Cas." Dean smiled and waved his beer. "Come on, Cas. Have a beer. There's a couple left, I think."

Dean pawed around his feet checking the bottles.

"Don't bother, Dean." Cas said. "You couldn't possibly carry enough beer to get me drunk."

"Ah, Cas." Deana responded. "I don't want to get you drunk. Me and Al are already drunk enough. I just wanted to share a beer with my friend. You are my friend, right Cas?"

"Yes, Dean." Cas responded. "I'm your friend. You are drunk and there is a mythological creature sitting in your lap. The situation has been established but the reason still is not clear."

"Cas, this is Al" Dean waved. "Don't call him mythological. A lot of people think you're mythological. So there."

Al sniffed at his bowl, hoping for an overlooked drop or two of beer. Dean was also disappointed. It looked like they had drunk all the beer.

Castiel stared at the Winchester. Dean and Sam still could surprise him. They were good friends and provided a balance to Castiel's life. They were the spices that lighten the Angel's load. Castiel smiled, not a common occurrence. "Where did you get the dragon, Dean?"

Dean looked down at Al, as if surprised to find the dragon in his lap. "He's Sammy's Dragon. We found him in Colorado and Sam rescued him. But I taught him how to talk."

Cas waved his hand and materialized two more beers. Handing one over to Dean Cas said. "So do I get to be "Ass" or perhaps "Assphutt", now? Great teaching job, my friend."

"Sorry, Cas." Dean accepted the beer. "Alphonse has a problem with certain consonants. You'll get used to it after a while.

Al stared at the Big Scary Bird who could talk. It looked like a man but the Dragon part of Al could see the great wings behind Castiel's back. But it had given them new beer. Alphonse relaxed against Cranky-Dancing-Bear who now could be called De-De. Big-Scary –Bird was a new friend, he decided.

Underneath the broad Mid-Western sky an Angel, a Dragon and a Human Hunter sat and talked and drank their beer.