Dean adjusted easily, getting more comfortable, far more at ease like this than across the room. "I think every parent wants that." He assured quietly. It wasn't like he could say much, really. Dean wasn't even sure he wanted to have children. It should have been something he had a better grasp on, but he wasn't in a position to have to worry about it, on top of everything else. That was the general gist of it though. He knew Mae was trying to raise her children in a different household than what they had grown up in, which was a step in the right direction.

He grimaced a little when Don Juan admitted that he'd made her cry. "I'm sure you didn't mean to," he didn't think, anyway. "I'm sure the whole conversation was a little emotional for her." Finding her father, getting up the courage to reach out and to try to meet him, it was a lot. "How did it make you feel?" He was still trying to get a read on this, now that his own panic had waned a little. It should have been his focus the entire time, but he wasn't immune to an immediate self-defense either.