[Dean turns around at the voice, arching an eyebrow when he catches sight of where, or, rather, who, it's coming from. He remembers all too well that Hell didn't have an age limit the last time he was in the Pit; why would it start now? Still, it hits him in the gut to see so young a kid here; before he can help himself, he thinks of Sammy at that age. He just manages not to visibly wince.]

Yeah, well. Not to be the bearer of bad news or anything but there are multiple worlds with multiple versions of everything out there.

Can't say I'm surprised to hear God's a douche in yours, too.

I'll let you know if I do find out but something tells me these guys ain't the sharing type.

[It's only then that he happens to notice what the young man appears to be drinking. He narrows his eyes.]

I guess Hell's not exactly the place to lecture someone about underage drinking but still. That looks a little much for your kind of drink, kid.

[Dean says as if he didn't start sneaking drinks at the tender age of 14 whenever he got the chance to.]