Dean groaned, raking a hand over his face. Everyone was here. Everyone was fine...but there was nothing further from the truth. Sammy was locked in the panic room probably already undergoing some serious detox, his Mom and Dad had to be going nuts and Ben...how was he ever going to explain this to Ben? 'We hunt vampires, Ben, but Uncle Sammy decided it would be super special to be a demon vampire just for shits and giggles?'
He allowed himself one moment to just enjoy Claire's fingers on his neck and shoulders. It was a luxury he knew he might not see much of in the next few weeks as they tried to deal with Sam's nonsense.
He slowly made himself come back to reality. "I'm fine." he said quickly in answer to Claire's question, though he doubted whether anything would be fine again. "How much does Ben know...about what's going on?" Guilt came on strong then. He should have been just a little bit faster. He should have been fast enough to end Ruby and come back to tell his son the news, not get caught too soon and wind up being carried back in.