"The lady said mingle," Dean said to the vampire. "Think she might have the right idea."
He gave Phaedra a nod and walked away from her. If there was a being he'd ever met that did not need a motherfucking babysitter, it was Phaedra.
He wanted to see the Doctor here, but he didn't see any tall lanky aliens in the room. Not yet, anyway. Dean didn't think the Doctor would pass on this.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean did see someone who looked remarkably like a certain angel he'd been trying to get ahold of for, oh... what, over a year now? Dean's nostrils flared, and the glare on his face was truly unpleasant, but he did not approach Castiel.
Because fuck that guy.
It wasn't a friendship if only one of you answered the other one when they called.
He did see a blond that wasn't Jo, and went toward her. If it was Mary, he wanted to talk to his kid. Make sure she was okay.