The djinn placed his hand on the hunter's head. He felt for his wish. He wished that his mother had never died. Well, that was refreshing. There were so many out there wishing for material gain. Or wishing that someone loved them just because they were beautiful. He would be happy to grant this wish. Of course it wasn't real, but it would make his death pleasant. He only killed because he had to eat. You didn't see humans trying to give cows anything before they slaughtered them. Yet, they called him a monster. He shrugged as he lulled Dean into his sweet dream.