Dean shifted a little as the kid came closer; something wasn't right with this picture, not just because Logan was coming at him from the wrong side of the room. It didn't matter how many spells were on this place, how many truces were in place, and how many vampires were "good;" Dean was a hunter, and it would take a whole hell of a lot for him to simply accept a vampire or any other night bump as a friend much less an ally.
"I got a feeling I need one." He wasn't asking; it seemed like this was a "get a little loosened up or numbed by some alcohol" type of night. "Haven't seen you in a while - gotten into some shit?"
The hunter watched Logan carefully; nope, something wasn't right at all with the boy, and Dean had no idea what it was that was bothering him. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, maybe that was it.