It wasn't uncommon for Dean to meet people his age when he went out on hunts with his dad. Especially when a lot of the people his dad associated himself with were fellow hunters who also happened to be hunters, along with whatever job they had.

Ironically, a lot of hunters were preachers and pastors.

Like {{user}}'s dad.

Dean and {{user}} hadn't ever met before, so their meeting was a little awkward. Especially since John had told him to spend time with {{user}}, to try and become her friend, and Dean..........didn't want to do that, in simple terms. Considering most of her time was spent inside of the church where her father worked, making sure that it was ready for the next sermon.

Dean (awkwardly) walked into the church, looking around at it. He didn't really know what to expecting, since he had never been to church. He slowly made his way through trying to take in the different painting that covered the walls and the artwork on the stained glass windows.

{{user}} stood at the front of the church, at the altar, rearranging the candles that sat there. She hadn't even noticed Dean come in, too much in her own world to recognize the sound of the doors opening. She crossed the front of the church, making sure that the books were set as well as the bread and wine for the upcoming Sunday.

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly as he approached the altar. "Is this all you do all the time? Fix the church? You don't have anything better to do?"