Even before he spoke, Dean's eyes were searching through the room frantically, looking for some sign of his son. "Ben." He said simply, pulling away from her to search most of the main floor. He went through the hall to the kitchen, dining room, living room....still no Ben. "Goddamn it, that boy knows better than to go out this late."
He still hadn't allowed himself to think that Ben would be foolish enough to go further than the yard. Though he knew Claire would have known if Ben went downstairs, he went again, searching everywhere downstairs except the panic room. When he was done, and knew that his son wasn't anywhere in the house, he turned to Claire with an almost frantic look. Everything was piling up, from Sam screaming down below to the knowlege that Ruby was walking around alive with a very protective angel on her shoulder to just life. Everything was going wrong lately...getting worse and now he had no idea where his son was. Perfect.