Dean and Isabel, open to anyone that might want to jump in
Losing someone had to be hard on the girl, Dean knew that much. No amount of brave faces could squash the hurt that was there. Dean had always been losing people. It came with the business, and even if he was old enough to be the girl's dad, he could say with certainty that when you lost family, you didn't just bounce back in a week.
So, taking her out and buying her some horrible for you food was about the best thing he could do for her. If he could get her into some games, even better. He couldn't exactly get her drunk, so, this was the next best thing.
"You guys ever have this kind of stuff at home?" He looked over and smiled, thinking. "Me and Sam never got to do this kind of thing growing up. We were always too busy out hunting with Dad or too little to go by ourselves. I think Sam would have loved it, though."