Dean rolled his eyes at the first part but he listened to her none the less. His heart broke her, knowing what it was like to be on the run. Not having a place to go. It was the life of a hunter and this girl was just too young to be in it. "Not exactly what I meant but I'm sorry for your loss kid. It's not easy to have this kind of lifestyle." Once he was done he cleaned up his mess and set the kit aside. He looked at her with a little more seriousness.  "What I meant was what your interests are. What you don't like. Food, movies, places, things like that. We want you know You. Not your family history. You."