Once the group saw that boy raising his hands and approaching them with a carefree expression, they got totally confused. After all, what the hell a fifteen-year-old boy would be doing in a place like that, and carrying that outstanding sword on top of it? It was very, very strange.
One of those men, who seemed to be the elder of the group and was wielding a short sword, gave a step forward and pointed the tip of his blade towards Dean.
"We are fellow humans, boy, but we can't trust anyone who has a weapon in their back. If you don't want to mess with us, it's better if you turn around and go away as fast as possible, or else..."
Dean smiled once he heard what that man said and how he said it.
