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Entering the cave carrying his dinner of nice and juicy prince Crowley, Dean fries the prince before he sets aside his courting present of gems a kings scepter and a ton of ancient scrolls for the mating festival and lays down on his provided lava rock.
(A/N: a lava rock is sort of like a heated bed.)
The Festival of Illi'Ra is to help dragons of mating age to find their life mate. Dragons from all around the world come to the lava pool to find their life partner, this is Dean's second year.
He sighs quietly grasping the small gem pouch in his strong jaws glancing around the cave to see if any of the other dragon's stand out.
His eyes widen at the sight of a rare black Smoke Dragon, he looks like he is reading a scroll but when he looks up, Dean is floored by the most impossible blue eyes.
Dean flares out his delicate ice laced green wings hoping to gain the other Dragon's attention.
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Castiel looks up from reading his scrolls and smiles softly at the huge dragon before placing his materials aside.
Glancing around he notices that all the females have paired up and that no dragon was paying either him or the huge green ice dragon any mind.
He croons softly, his wings fluttering slightly and he realizes that he is the only one who caught the others eye.
He watches as the dragon walks over with a small gem pouch in his mouth.
'Is he going to try to court me?' He thinks as he watches the Ice Dragon's carefully placed steps as if unsure of his footing.