Dean wasn't alarmed when he heard the clip clop of the horses hooves, there were a few that just wondered around. It wasn't until he heard the voice that he rolled onto his side. A warm smile still in place. "Hey Thomas. Dean, just call me Dean, Mr Winchester was my Dad."
Sitting up he pulled Jack into his lap. "Unless you were talking to this one. He can be Mr. Winchester." He tickled the little boy lightly. "How's things up at the house? Still holding together?" He had to admit he was a little worried with Thomas and Edith so far way. And ghosts running around in the place.