"Barely. When Mary and I were both teenagers, you used to go hide out with Uncle Sam when it got too much." 3 hormonal women, two of them irrational teenagers, had been more than Dean could bear, apparently. They'd succeeded where all the demons of Hell had failed, and made Dean Winchester run away screaming.
"Yeah. We don't see him much, he's hunting more than you do, these days." She nodded. "I try and keep tabs on him out on the road, but," she shrugged. "I see you, Mom and Mary more often."