"It's a chicken," Dean snorted derisively.
"Sam, have I busted my ass on this hunt for a freakin' chicken?"
"It's a cockatrice Dean."
"A cock ... oh, never mind."
The little creature's scaly head swivelled between the two burly hunters that had it cornered. Its crimson crest waggled in furious indignation.
"It's a friggin' chicken; have we got any ketchup to go with that salt? Let's have a barbecue."
His gleeful ridicule was cut short as the little creature suddenly belched a gobbet of eyebrow-incinerating flame squarely into his mocking face.
Sam shrugged; "what were you saying about a barbeque?"
A/N: A cockatrice is a mythical beast, a two-legged dragon with a rooster's head.