He was deep in thought, sipping his coffee, but the sound of a small giggle snapped him back into the present, his eyes watched over the little kid, she was a cute, "How old?" he asked, mainly because the silence was a little awkward,
His eyes looked over the woman and then asked "You have the teenage son, right?" he seen the boy around, very mature for someone his age, which is how Dean was when him and Sam were growing up, there was a small pang, He needed to be looking for his brother, not sitting here making small talk, but Dean needed a plan, he had to have a plan.