Dean hadn't talked to anyone about how he felt since his mom bit the bullet. He shoved it aside so he could take care of his dad who might as well have been on his death bed and Ben. He could've left the kid with Meowith but after everything even he needed him around to cheer him up. He didn't expect anything but just having him close by took a load off his shoulders.

The party was kick ass, a perfect way to end a really shitty week. He spent time with Syrena, had more beer than he should've, and socialized. There was great food, better music. It was the first time he felt at home since showing up.

People kept getting picked off. First him, then Sam leaving, and finding out about his mom. He didn't do well with the unpredictable. He could face down monsters, wasting them was what he was good at and they never followed the same line but he was used to his family life being pretty even. Even without his parents around. Sam being gone threw him off balance and everything hit the fan after. He was happy for a break.

"You wanna light it yourself?" He's holding the lighter out to Ben. He figures the kid has a good head on his shoulders and won't burn himself or start screwing around with the fluid and the blue of the flame. "You go first," he holds up his sparkler. "I'll get mine later."