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[ figuring out how to use the device isn't the hard part, no, it's swallowing the fact that either purgatory changed on him in what could only be described as seriously trippy as shit way, or he's in yet another new dimension. so have dean, wonderland, covered in dirt and grime from head to toe. it doesn't take squinting to notice the obvious splashes of blood either, though all of it's dried as if he hasn't changed his clothes in a while...

in his hand is a massive weapon; axe-like in shape, with a blade made of something unrecognizable but decidedly dangerous. ]

Alright, listen up. This is how it's gonna go; whoever thought this-- [ he gestures vaguely around with the tip of his weapon. ] -- was a great idea? Hand up now. You and I are gonna have a couple words, and how pretty they end up bein' depends entirely on you. [ a threat is laced in every single word. ]

Or I can always just start demandin' answers-- [ you know the violent way. purgatory kinda rubs off on you after a while. ] -- 'cause you know what? I don't have time for this. Not today. [ not when one minute benny had been going on about something or another and now the vampire isn't anywhere to be seen and his search for cas is interrupted.

which leads him to adding, after a pause; ]

Cas, if you're here for some messed up reason, lem'me know. Same for you, Benny.

[ end feed. ]

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[ Blake shakes his head, even sighs a little bit. There's so much here, so much history, and it's going to take a hell of a lot of time to recount it all, assuming Dean's cooperative (which seems outside the gamut of his current state, let's be real). And that's just what they know of Wonderland, not even what they know of each other in Wonderland (and beyond).

There's a rustling off-screen and the sound of papers being sifted through. In this case, it's Blake going through his growing personal collection of ~~unfinished~~ notes ]

No one's gotten out of their own accord, far as we know. And no one's come back after longer'n a coupla weeks with their Wonderland memories intact. There are— there're rules, or guidelines, but even then, some of it doesn't fit when there's somethin' else goin', like an event.

[ And then, the kicker: ] You'd been here before the last fourteen months, too. The, uh— the last Cas told me that. The, uh... the one with memories before this one.

[ Christ this is complicated. And hard. Blake's never wanted to readily reject an entire conversation more in his life. This is not right. ]

[ hold up again there-- ]

Wait, so this is my third time here? And I don't remember either time... [ he trails off some, looking thoughtful. it's like every time someone opens their mouth, they say something which shakes up everything he knows about this place, adds another level of fuckery he hadn't anticipated.

a long pause, and then he sighs. ]

I'm startin' to think you might've been more than accurate with that asylum description.

[ another beat, and he continues, this time with some good old determination. ]

But I'm not sticking around. I don't care if no one else has succeeded, I'm bustin' out. Ain't the first time I've been between a rock and a hard place.

[ There are just so many comebacks that want to spill right out — a plethora of snappy retorts that are sure to piss Dean off all the more — but (somehow) John holds back.

This has to be overwhelming. No doubt, Dean's face on the network has people rallying in favor of reconnecting, and he's being one defensive son of a bitch, sure, but it's only because he has no real clue what he means to all those people. Or maybe he does by now, and if so, that's got to be real fucking hefty in its own right. Christ, Dean would probably suffocate underneath it all if he wasn't so damn good at dealing with the worst (at best).

A pregnant pause hangs between them, betraying an uncommon hesitation that Dean — this Dean — may not register as significant. Coincidentally, it's just the right amount of time necessary for Blake to wonder how his stomach got all the way up into his throat without him noticing before now. ]

Definitely isn't your first rodeo. [ He smiles, albeit tensely, and concedes. ] So, if you got what it takes, no one here's gonna keep you from that. Most'd prob'ly join you.

[ blake falls silent and dean just waits. he could call it all bullshit again, cut their conversation right here and that'd be it. he could ignore what's been said in favor of simply seeing things for himself eventually... but while he's not about to believe everything, he can't just brush this aside either.

gdi. ]

You think? 'Cause I'm thinking they'd join me 'cause of other-me-- or whoever you all think I am. So what, was he a real friend of the people? [ there are some faces among those he knows from home, along with blake's, that spell out something of a past. what kind is beyond him, and right now dean's not look for too many details.

it won't help anything, after all. not right away. ]

[ Blake wants to correct him, because Dean's speaking about himself as if they were all entirely separate entities. But that can't really be true, can it? All alternate universes aside, there's only one Dean Winchester, with one shiny red reset button, courtesy of Wonderland. ]

Friend of the people? [ He tilts his head a bit. ] More like... responsible party.

[ And then, more critically: ] Would it matter why they'd join you? Or if they'd join you at all?

I'll be honest with you, man. I don't know you, or half the folk tellin' me we were tight before I apparently went and got my wires crossed. You or anyone of 'em decide to join me or not? I don't care. I'm doing this either way, solo or group act. Heck, preferably the one man deal, even.

[ dean knows the values of a good ally, but aside from benny, purgatory has done its job as far as chasing out any ideals about a group effort. especially when that group would consist of people he he's not about to try anytime soon. ]

And after all is said and done, I'm taking those I know with outta here, first and foremost.

[ if any of them are who they claim to be, anyway.

sweet paranoia. ]

[ John's not making accusations, and he's not trying to increase that obvious paranoia, but he is trying to make a few of his points clear without attempting to influence Winchester's enthusiasm or stance. ]

You do what you gotta do, Dean. No one's stoppin' you. But you're a smart guy, so I know you're gonna consider some of what's bein' said. Just know that's gonna be important tomorrow.

[ dean just makes a dismissive sound, even if he suspects blake might be right. he will consider what's been said, he can't not. but whether anything's changed tomorrow or not, well, he'll see. ]

Right, whatever. [ if he's lucky, which isn't exactly ever in the books for a winchester, he won't be here tomorrow. ]

We done here?

Sure.

[ What can he say more than that? There's probably a list somewhere, but there's a lot more to consider here than a possible timetable for the return of Dean's memories (like neglecting to admit it's never happened like that before is telling enough). ]

Good luck.

[ And he means that, even if he ends the call pretty abruptly afterward. ]

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