Ben looked up at Dean and down at his clothes. They looked almost exactly the same and were holding the same weapon. It was kind of comical to Ben. The Dark Wonderland Entity that magiced them an outfit and weapon dressed them the same.
"Same as you, I think."
Holding the vorpal blade in his hands felt strange, not at all something he was used to. The only weapons he had ever wielded, other than that one time, were from the safety of his bedroom on a video game. This was different but cool. It still felt more like a video game than anything real. It also made him feel fairly nervous, though he didn't say it. Who knows what could happen out there.