"I feel like there's plenty of fairy tales about being trapped in houses and fed anything you could want. They don't always have a happy ending," he joked.
"My mom?" Ben repeated, envisioning his mom when curfew hit and he didn't come home. The calls and texts. Angry voicemails, worried ones. Calls to his friends. "Probably freaking out right about now. Assuming she even knows I'm missing." His mom was a protector, fierce and intimidating, when it came to Ben. All Ben could hope was that she didn't know he was missing. He'd never want his mom to go through that. It's not like she could find a magical solution to fix this. "It's just her and I," he added, wishing for him to return home. Or her to turn up here. At this point either of those options would work.
He didn't know why, he didn't know Dean at all, but he trusted that statement. "Thanks, Dean. I hope they stay more like Casper the friendly ghost."