Dean had been through enough. Ever since losing his mother, his dad being the last person he'd ever ask for help, having to take care of Sam, John brought both Sam and Dean to the Roadhouse. There's where they met you, Sam becoming fond of you quickly. He didn't understand the most of it, he was a little kid, but he enjoyed it there more than the motels.

Dean was sat at one of the tables, playing with a fire truck. You could see it in his eyes that he went through more than a kid his age should. He was only 12.

"Is dad going to come back for us?" Dean suddenly asked while playing with his toy car, then looked at you. He wasn't getting used to the place as fast as Sam did.