Dean just shakes his head at eleven year old boys who can't be killed because that's either the coolest damn thing ever or the worst. He's not exactly sure which anymore considering he's died a handful of times already himself.

And Dean just reaches over to ruffle the poor kid's hair (assuming he's in arm reach). "See, that's what I'm talking about. Live a little and travel! You can't exactly do that behind a desk."

He paused.

"Course, if you don't know what a stapler is, I suppose you might have a little bit of growing up to do still, but who really cares. So what kind of acting do you want to do? The crazy stuff or something more dramatic?"

Or both? Both is a perfectly acceptable and reasonable answer.