Even had the text come back misspelled or strange, Ben wouldn't have thought a thing of it. He'd seen Dean drunk before (not often, but the egged on antics on New Year's Eve while he was had been fun), but Ben wasn't oblivious. He knew, especially after Uriel's visit, that Dean's life had lots of really bad crap in it. But Dean was always there when he needed him, even the times Ben didn't want to ask because it would make him look like a pansy. Ben would return the favor no matter what Dean was doing, if Dean needed him.
But the text came back coherent, with the insistence that Ben had better be stuffing his face if he had time to be sending text messages at an amusement park, and Ben settled down to eat the slice of pizza on the tray and laughed at the idea of Ruby trapped. He liked Ruby and was always amused when she called the traps racist, but the snowball thing had been hilarious.
"Ha ha, right in the mirrored room where it makes you look huge like Sam," he said, gesturing above his head, "and all short when you look the other way. Or," he put the pizza down, reaching for the soda, "where the floor moves. It'd keep moving and she wouldn't be able to go to the next room."
He grinned. "We should all come back here. Everybody. Us, Dean, Sam, Heather, John, Mary, Bobby, Harry, Castiel, Ruby, Faith and Claire. I bet Castiel hasn't been to an amusement park yet!"