Dean Winchester is a liar.

‘I’m not good with kids’ he says, ‘They’re always…sticky’ he said, ‘Monsters I can handle. Babysitting? no.’ He even said.

All lies.

He sits on a park bench after just having a little pep talk with the kid, coaching him in how to make his tormenter get the kind of karma that’ll knock him onto his ass. He watches the kid walk off, sure of himself thanks to Dean’s enthusiasm. The taller kid taunts, saying something, but also nothing to excuse his prolonged use of the gameboy.

The bully—using the advantage of height—pretentiously holds the gameboy higher higher and boom! The kid lands a blow on the bully and the bully yelps, shoving the gameboy back into the kid’s hands with a befuddled scowl.

”Ooh…” Dean holds his fist over his mouth with a grimace. He’s impressed, but also can’t help the sympathetic wince for the ruthless crotch shot the bully just received.

The kid practically bounds back to the bench with a hop skip and jump and gives him a fistbump, clutching his gameboy in the other hand. “Nice one.” Dean approves with a ‘proud dad’ kind of smirk. “Little jerk won’t fu—“ He clears his throat, “Mess with you again.” He assures.