"I meant the ideas of hating dragons." Sam doesn't know much about how bonding dragons comes about or bloodlines or any of that. Dean had told him what he could, but Bobby had made it sound like it was something that was different for each bonding.

His mouth twists slightly as he leans forward, checking the meat and turning it so that it would cook evenly. "It's possible I'm not bonding material, either. Which would be all right, I suppose. I'd keep hunting with Dean and Baby, retire when I had to." Assuming he lived that long. "But I had to try."