Sam tilts his head for a moment, looking at the dragon before him seriously before nodding. "I'll look to see what you have. I've gotten pretty good at that sort of thing."

He settles back, stretching out his legs. "We did, yeah. Dad would leave us with one of his friends for a while, but we spent a lot of time on the road. Dad never wanted to take on a dragon, so we learned how to do pretty much everything on our own." But it had been a lonely life, growing up with just Dean as a companion.

"I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester." Since he realizes now he hadn't introduced himself at all.