Dean shrugged a bit at the mention of Sam. He'd had it lately with people and their problems with his closeness to his brother, but Ben had the right to be mad.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, the Ghostfacers? Really? Ben, they're douchebags with cameras, most of their crap they either learned from me and Sam or they pulled it outta their asses." He sighed, shaking his head just a little.
"I never wanted you to be stupid, Ben. I wanted you to have innocence that I didn't get, alright? You deserved a normal life." He scrubbed his hand over his face tiredly. "Look, you remember that night I was home and I shoved you? How... tweaked out I was? That's because I was a vampire, Ben. A blood drinkin' monster. I could've killed you, and your mom, and I was selfish enough to still come to see you guys. You can argue with me, and I know you're right, but it's not gonna change what happened or how I feel about it."