[ Benny stays where he is, watching the figure come close. His eyes lift just a little at the way the kid says his name, because it's wrapped in some kind of hesitant familiarity that ain't the friendliest. Benny knows that tone, recognition wrapped in a whole lot of what the hell, and it tells him more than words could. There's a subtle shift in how he stands, and he feels kinda like he's sizing up a poker hand and realizing the other guy's already seen the cards.

Not exactly fair, but he flashes a crooked smile and tips his hat, gesturing wide. ]

In the flesh. Guess word gets around.

[ Benny squints at him, hard, sizing him up. He hasn't met Sam in the flesh yet when he's from, but Dean wouldn't shut the hell up about both him and the angel, so Benny figures he's got a fairly decent mental picture built up in his head. ]

You're Dean's brother. [ He's gotta be. That hair, it's a dead giveaway. ] Haven't had the pleasure in person just yet, but Dean's sure talked about you a lot.

[ a pause, then-- ]

As for how I got here? Hell if I know, same as you, I'd wager. One minute it's monsters and blood and bark in my teeth then the next thing I know, I'm shaking hands with that Yom Crook fella for the clunker out front. Figured I'd follow the smell of burnt rubber and bad luck, see where it took me. [ He spreads his hands wide. ] Here I am.