While Rikki was struggling with what to say and how to say it, Ben was blankly staring up at the ceiling now, trying to clear his eyes. Trying to get a proper breath with out a sniff. Got to be strong. Got to buck up. Can't fall apart.

Must not fall apart.

Her answer was good enough though. He was pretty sure Klaus was dead. This place was hell after all. Might as well live up to it's name. Not unless that Dean gun and Klaus found a way out, but Klaus wouldn't have left Ben.

He nodded, frowning as he looked back to the picture. "I hope not as well, but I also can't put it past this place. We've been here months. Ghosts and crazy hall ways. What else would it do to try to mess with us? Take someone away? Maybe." He sighed. "I don't know. I'm just... going to hope he's home."

Yeah. That would work. Right? Hope.

He felt her hand intertwine with his and he turned his hand enough to comfortably hold hers. He let out a long slow breath, then took one in. "Five came back. Just recently though, but he managed to come back just after our fathers death. Tried to warn us about the end of the world."

"Sounds hard to believe. Literally everything that comes out of my mouth sounds impossible, doesn't it?"

Just talking helped, at least.