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[ For a moment all that's heard is some grunting and probably a few obscene curses. He's still trying to figure the phone out, but that's because he's not familiar with it. Technology isn't Benny's strong suit in the slightest. He had a flip phone when him and Dean were talking, but he ditched that a long time ago. Getting anything fancier never really appealed to Benny. No need. This thing wasn't what he wanted to be shackled to at all.

Suddenly a fuzzy beard appears in frame and it's clearly speckled with spots of gray. There are a few more grunts as Benny finally arrives at the conclusion that this isn't just your run of the mill phone. Then again the only phones he's familiar with are the flip ones. This one's in a whole different league and dammit if it's not pissing him off.

He clears his throat quickly and finally becomes a little more visible on the screen. When he found this damn thing in his pocket he didn't know what to expect, but maybe he could get a hold of someone who could help him out. ] I don't think this damned thing is even workin', but if anyone's out there I could sure use a nudge in the right direction. A state would greatly appreciated. This house don't look too comfortin' and I'm itchin' to get the hell outta dodge.

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[...Benny?!

Jesus Christ, this place is just pulling everyone through, isn't it? First his mom, now this? God damn, but he's glad to see the son of a bitch, glad to know he made it out of Purgatory too, even though Dean (as his ride) got a little misplaced along the way.

He pops on screen real quick, doesn't bother with introductions.]

You sit tight, okay? I'm comin'.

No getting out of dodge in this place. You're well and truly stuck. Might as well kick back and enjoy the show.

[ After having herself a little break from greeting anyone in this place, she decides to hop back on the Welcome Train. It's Benny's lucky day that he's the first one she decides to break it to. ]

Most people want the bar. Fifth floor, owned by one half of the Wonder Twins.

Believe it or not you're in Wonderland now. Stuck here for the foreseeable future, or so I'm told.

[Clearly, sarcasm is the best way to greet someone.]

Depends on what you think of as a comfort. If it's a big creepy house that likes to play mindgames, ding ding ding! You're in luck.

[Dracula, of course, recognizes one of his own kind. He doesn't recognize this one. It's even odds, if the new vampire has heard of Dracula or not.]

Welcome. I am Matthew Maule.

[If he's familiar with Dracula, he might recognize that name, his latest alias.]

State of constant confusion, I'm afraid. As far as I can tell this is an alternate reality, or possibly a pocket dimension, if that means anything to you.

I'm aware the mansion isn't cheerful from the outside, but it's probably still your best bet. Welcome to Wonderland. We're all stuck here.

Oh, it's working.

[Hi there. Have a grin and a wave. See, there's someone right here that can hear and see you.]

I'm working on finding a way out. The thing is, it's not going so well.

[A pause, and she frowns.]

Or really going anywhere at all, actually. Just in circles.

We're not in any particular state you'd recognise,

[she volunteers with a slight grimace; after all this time, the one thing Evelyn really hates telling people is they they won't be getting home any time soon.]

If you're familiar with Lewis Carroll, this is...rather a more fantastical place than America.

[She's assuming he's from across the pond, at any rate, given his voice and the inquiry about states.]

I had my reservations about the house, too, but it's a hell of a lot better than staying outside.

[Who knows what's out there in the woods. There was that recent werewolf incident...]

Welcome to Wonderland. I'm sure you've already had a whole bunch of people chime in and tell you about it by now. Hell, we've even got a brochure.

There's a pamphlet.

[And this sums up Castiel's contribution. This is as helpful as he gets. No apologies to be had either; his social skills are not only rusty, they've been depleted by the influx of new people, most of whom are either annoying or a substantial threat to himself and/or the Winchesters.

Castiel's patience is running a bit thin.

Also? There is no recognition in hi face at all, should Benny try to spot some. He looks different than the angel who's been in Purgatory - harder, less worn down, and infinitely cleaner. Enjoy.]

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Sorry to disappoint, buddy. We're all trapped here. You want me to get you and show you around? For better or worse, you're gonna have to make yourself at home here for now.

[Ruby shrugs. Truth be told, it all sucks, but what are you gonna do, right? Square your shoulders and move forwards is really the only thing you can do in this place, apparently.]

[ Benny. So many people from their past are showing, and it's honestly a little overwhelming. He smiles, though, as much as he can when the vampire shows over the network. He owes the guy that, and much, much more. ]

Benny. [ He remembers, knows what you did. The sacrifice you made to get them to the end of the line. ] ... It's good to see you, man.

[ "I never got to thank you." But, that'll come later. ]

Hey-- Uh, [ He begins, as something occurs to him, his expression falling slightly. ] ... Dean doesn't know. What you did for us.

[ He'd kept it from his brother, figured it'd cause too much grief. But Sam is appreciative, forever grateful. He'd been wrong about the guy, and he'll be the first to admit it. ]

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