A familiar and trusted face. He doesn't think too deep about the hug, or even about Benny being a vampire. Benny is trusted and that's all that matters to Dean right now. Someone who had his back without question. Someone who didn't leave him behind.

He picks up the glass, downing most of it in a swallow, relishing the burn. How was he doing? That's a fairly good question. "Kind of miss the simplicity, you know? Us against them and no shades of grey."