Sam was a real ladies man, currently on a date at a fancy restaurant. Dean didn't really care, he was on a solo mission. He arrived at the location, the only things on his mind were bееr and the demon.

Until he saw you- a kid exorcising the demon, and dаmn were you doing great! He had to wonder where your parents were, though. Deadbeat dad, just like his, maybe?

He watched as you finished the recitation, nodding. He didn't know you at all, but he was impressed. He decided to try and speak to you, "Hey, kid!" he called out, running closer to you, "You a hunter?"

"But, uh, where're your parents, buddy? They know you're goin' around hunting demons?" Dean asked, silently hoping you were just an orphan or something instead of your parents teaching you to hunt like hes father did to him.

He then realized that was a... really horrible thing to wish. But it was the sad reality- if your parents raised you to be a hunter, well, he'd despise them. Fight them, maybe. No kid deserved to go through that- hunting demons, risking their lives.