The only kid Dean ever knew was Sam. I think everyone would agree when it was said that Dean Winchester didn't know many children. They were always getting in trouble and loud. That just goes to show how many kids Dean knew: one.
"Excuse me, sir?" A small voice peeped, followed by a tug at his jacket. Dean looked down at a six year old girl, her neck craned up to stare at him with innocent, fear-stricken eyes.
"Excuse me, sir," She repeated, rubbing her fingers against the green sash that hung across her body. "Will you buy our Girl Scout cookies? They're only fwor dollars." She held up five fingers, pushing her cap higher over her chestnut curls with her other hand. Dean got down on his hunches so he could be on the same level as her.
"That's five, sweetheart," He said kindly. "This is four." Dean held up his large hand, tucking his thumb in so she could see his four fingers.
"Oh," She said quietly, mimicking his hand gesture. "Will you buy our Girl Scout cookies?" The tough hunter looked up to the table covered with boxes of stood.
"Why not?" He grinned, standing up and walking to the table, towering over the other little children in the troop. "Hey, which one's the best?" The little girl pointed to the thin mints, her green eyes shining with a childish simplicity. Dean smiled down at her. She reminded him of Sam…with her green eyes and that incorruptible purity of childhood.
As Dean Winchester carried the half dozen boxes of high calorie cookies that he had succumbed under the eyes of the child to buy, he took one last glance back at the set up where the little girl was showing her mother four fingers, and he felt good inside. He felt a little bit of hope in humanity. He felt a little bit of Sammy coming back to him.