18: [Action/Video] Touch Me

[dashboardlite]

A video camera, recording, is propped up on Dean's bedside table, giving any viewers a wide frame of his torso and head.  A bottle of Scotch sits next to it, half-empty.  The Doors' Touch Me is playing in the background, fairly quietly as Dean's music goes.  He's thumbing through an automobile magazine, predictably, and humming along (a wee bit off-key).  The hunter snorts when he reaches a particularly hilarious page in his reading material.  "Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me," He rolls his eyes.  "Goddamn horoscopes in my car mags?  Better be a damn good one about Aquariu-"

Dean stops - glancing down at his watch, then the magazine, then his watch again - and makes a face.

"Oh."

His eyebrows raise in surprise.

"So, uh."  He chuckles a little nervously at the camera, quirking a crooked grin.  "Looks like I'm twenty-nine today.  Time flies, huh?"

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

He. I think. They take vessels.

[Dean doesn't know all that much about angels, aside from the fact that they have to ask nicely to take possession over someone's body, but Castiel seems all right. Only a little douchey.]

His name's Castiel, he's from my reality. Not too bad once you get to know him, but his people-skills are so-so. Why, you wanna meet 'im?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Cue moodswitch flip to >8/. ]

A vessel. You mean he possesses people. Like a demon.

[ And a Tuurngait. Especially a Tuurngait. ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[What the fuck is with Philip and the subject of people getting possessed? That was the first thing that made the guy like him, and for a dude who doesn't talk about his past, he sure is hiding a lot. Dean figures he ought to clarify the way that Castiel had done for him.]

Relax, I flipped out the same way. Yeah, he's wearing some Joe Schmo's meatsuit. Angels can't take vessels without asking, though. S'different from demons. The guy prayed for it.

[Dean shrugs. 'Honor' or not, he'd never want some dick possessing him.]

Cas is full of angel mojo; or he's got some. He can read thoughts and...I dunno, do party tricks.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Prayed for it... [ So I heard Dean likes Phil's chuckle. Please, have another one, only with an added layer of insane on top of the disbelief. ]

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And the rest? Voluntary possession. Did you get that from doing research? From asking his vessel? Or is that just what he told you?

[ The narration would like to apologise on angry!Phil's behalf. It's just that he has yet to meet a happy "vessel" or a vessel-taker who isn't an utter dickweed. The fact that Clarence introduced himself as his guardian angel doesn't do a lot to warm him up to Castiel either. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Under normal circumstances, Dean wouldn't stand up for anything that had taken the body of someone else, using it for their own gain. However, this is...this is Cas. And Cas is a missionary man working for God, wherever the Hell He is, to stop the Apocalypse from happening back in...well. The future.]

A vessel's consciousness is pushed to the back. It's like bein' chained to a comet. Until- [He stops, thinking about it.] ...look, man, I don't really know. You'd have to ask 'im yourself. That's how it is in my world - I've been possessed by a demon before, and it sucked ass, but angels are different. They're still sorta dicks...but they're righteous dicks.

[And they still have to ask permission first.]

Why're you getting your panties in a twist over this, Phil? You know someone with a problem like this? [Dean asks suspiciously, eyes narrowing.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ All of that is a small comfort at best and a long way away from having Philip convinced, but it's enough to have him slowly and grudgingly back off, if only for how certain Dean sounds that being possessed by an angel is not a TERRIBLE THING (TM).

And then there's the question which he answers immediately and with perfect honesty. ]

...Someone who's been possessed by an angel? No.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Specifically, Dean meant a 'problem' with possession. Philip's been pretty damn uppity about the subject, and, come to think of it, Dean never even gave him the run-down for checking if there's demonic possession going on.

And Dean is pretty sure that throwing holy water or salt on the guy wouldn't go over well.]

...you can ask Castiel later, if you want.

[Dean doesn't want to give the whole "You know dude, you can trust me" speech, especially since this is really only the second time they've talked, but he feels a weird kinship with Philip. Despite the Englishman's almost-curmudgeonly behavior, he's not so bad of a guy.

Maybe changing the subject would be a good idea.]

You wanna meet up for a birthday beer, or somethin'?

[A tactful non-sequitur, really.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't think he wants to. In fact, he doesn't think he ever wants to meet this angel, vouched for by Dean or not.

He also doesn't think he'll be able to carry on the conversation properly now and if he has to end their talk on an uncomfortable note he'd rather have it be this than another sequence of morose silence. ]

I... I think I'll pass.

[ And he kind of wishes he'd said that with more conviction now. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...right.

[You're not very good at covering things up, Phil, because Dean can see right through you. Dean doesn't push his luck, as much as he'd like the company - on his birthday, no less, not that it's any sort of justification. He nods, smearing false cheer over his disbelief.]

Yeah, okay. Maybe later, then.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Later...

[ The offer is something Philip wouldn't have declined if he'd realised that Dean was genuinely looking for company rather than making a polite change of subject.

Still, what's done is done and Philip's hand hovers slowly over the off button. ]

Happy birthday again.

[ Annnd there's that *CLICK* ]