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26: [Action] Dazed and Confused

[ Dean is only a little twitchy. He never really feels like he needs things, but right now he's lacking. Something. Something big. It's not starvation, because when he's hungry, he gets food. When he wants sex, he finds Cas. Dean doesn't get cravings because he's always well-fed.

But what he needs right now is people.

So Dean is wandering around the grounds for the most part, trying to locate the people he needs. He could be in the parlour, fixing a drink. He could be kicking at the edge of the hedge maze, contemplating going inside but unwilling to risk not being able to find his way out again without a bag of peanut M&Ms to leave as a trail guide. He could even be in the kitchen, trying (and failing) to cook something to keep his mind off of everything.

He's that restless.

Good luck. ]

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Seriously, what do you guys even talk about?

[Dean laughs, ruffling his hair. Oh, right, seriousness now. This is serious. Philip doesn't want to come off as a weirdo. Got it.]

Okay, okay. So you're just wanna be normal in front of Egypt lady. You gonna try and fill in the gaps some other way and keep the story straight, or what?

[That sounds complicated.]

I mean, it's great that she's a regular chick and that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside, but c'mon, Phil. The Hell are you gonna tell her when she asks about somethin' other than Physics?

[ Ah, that was the wrong question. Philip looks away. ]

I had a life, you know.

[ Friends. Family. Hobbies. Stories. Normal stories.

All of which are becoming increasingly difficult for him to talk about, as if part of an entirely different tale, one nobody ever bothered to write down.

As if physics guy who got into a really bad situation was all there ever was to him.

It's bad enough as it is without Dean making somethin' other than Physics sound so implausible. ]

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Edited 2011-08-28 03:47 (UTC)

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[There is a certain disadvantage to being Dean Winchester, despite the know-how about guns and the supernatural - he's an absolute crap motormouth. Pretty much any and every sentiment makes it out of him before he can think about it first, and the fights with Sam in the past are evidence enough of that.

So he grimaces, knowing he said the absolute wrong thing again, and ducks his head.]

Look, I'm- ...I'm sorry, man, I'm bad with this stuff, I didn't mean it like that. You had a more normal life than I did.

[And he tries to sound encouraging rather than self-deprecating, because despite the shit, he wouldn't trade his life for anyone else's. But Philip had something tangible, and the fact that the old life is slipping away is probably what scares him the most.]

...you got a real good thing goin'.

[Better than anything I ever had.]

But what are you gonna tell her if talkin' with her is that important to you?

[ Wow. Okay.

Philip really wants to request a subject change again and now that he thinks about it, wasn't the only thing he was hoping to get out of their conversation today a distraction from event-induced relationship neuroses? ]

What would you tell her?

[ Because that beats having to think about the question himself for now. ]

Edited 2011-08-28 05:03 (UTC)

[This is hard to answer, because (A) Dean has never met this girl, and (B) he's never had this sort of problem before. When people need to know the truth, he tells them. It isn't a free-for-all.]

Eh.

[Like we said. Hard to answer.]

If it were me, I pro'bly wouldn't tell her until she really had to know. If stuff got bad, or I trusted her. But I dunno, Philip. Haven't met the girl.

[He rocks on the balls of his feet, lips pursed and brow creased in thought.]

...tell her what you can? I mean, you gotta share somethin' about yourself. Chicks like a give-and-take thing when it comes to talkin'.

[ Philip nods slowly. Need-to-know basis. Well. That was pretty much his own approach, so as far as a "solution" is concerned he just took a long and straining walk in a circle.

...But at least he talked about it. Supposedly that counts for something. And on that note: ]

Your turn.

[ Trollmance event, remember? That is still a thing. That did not stop being a thing because they were talking about viral woes. ]

I doubt you were wandering for no reason, I know you've got one of those quadrants covered, so...

[At least Philip talked about it! Thank God for that, despite the agony of Dean pointing out things that could go wrong. A cookie for each of them, for managing to get through something that painful.

Even if Dean really does want to know what Philip plans to tell his ladyfriend. The guy can't make up stories forever.]

My turn?

[No way, man. That's enough feelings for one day, thanks.]

Uh. I got you, I guess, for the- [Flailing gesture.] -platonic soul bros quadrant.

[Because that sounds better than whatever the actual term for the relationship is.]

I got Cas, and I, uh.

...I have a lot of enemies, now that I think about it.

What, inappropriate music in inappropriate places enemies, or...

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[ Or that. ]

I don't think I can actually decide, which I guess is the reason I'm wandering. It's between the asshole in your head or the asshole who beat me up and left me with a concussion in the hallway.

[Although he is feeling a delightful magnetic pull towards the charming gentleman living in Philip's attic.]

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...The former doesn't think you're much of a match for him, apparently.

[ Philip says it with derision, because he likes to think he knows better. He also likes to think it's clear that Dean shouldn't go on starting a feud with somebody he can't even talk to most of the time.

So. Brushing it off. ]

But... a concussion? What concussion? I mean-- You never told me about that. [ Beat. ] It wasn't... the same guy, was it?

[Employing an eyeroll at the former's opinion, Dean glances around - because they're still standing, and he feels like being lazy - and sits on one of the benches outside the hedge maze.]

...Same guy? Which same guy?

[Because Dean really can't be bothered to remember who all of his enemies are, because that requires a little too much effort and footwork and organization.]

The guy I'm talkin' about is huge and wants to give everyone a zombie virus.

Ah, sorry. I meant the, um, the same guy who gave me a concussion a few months ago, I thought-- Never mind though, that doesn't sound like him.

[ And now time for concern. ]

It sounds worse, actually.

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He says his name's Wesker. He's got that mad scientist vibe goin' for him.

[Concern? Yes, everyone should be concerned. He lifted Dean up like he was nothing more than a kitten and left him covered in blood. Dragging oneself to the nearest closet when your arm is dislocated is incredibly difficult.]

He keeps rambling about how he's going to use a virus to wipe out the human race. Sounds like a video game villain, or something.

And you got into a fight with him.

[ Why yes, this tone of voice is a lovingly selected mixture of concern and reprimand, because Dean just had to bother the porcupine again, didn't he?

There will be more worrying about the grander virus issue later, but honestly? It sounds so mad science-y, Philip finds it hard to feel any sincere concern without having met the man himself. ]

...Yeeeeeeeeah.

[Avoiding eye contact is a remarkable skill that Dean has, and it rivals even the shiftiest of characters.]

It was back during the weird collar-fighting event thing! [Now for the defensiveness.] I had to fight somebody!

[And...well...]

He just...he rubs me the wrong way, okay? And it's so friggin' easy to get his goat, it's hilarious.

[Except for the bleeding part. That's not hilarious.]

I was fine, I stitched some things up and I'm good as new.

If it's so easy, did you ever consider trying to avoid it?

[ This is spoken in the upset voice of somebody who had to watch the consequences of Dean doing the 'provoke the Tuurngait' equivalent of throwing rocks at a grizzly bear mum and yelling BRING IT, BITCH! rather than minimising the damage by playing dead. ]

Nnnnnnot really, no.

[Because that would make too much sense.]

Look, it wasn't a problem! He wasn't gonna kill me. I told him why I needed to live and he let me go.

[ Philip clenches his teeth. For all the faith he has in Dean it's sometimes really hard to convince himself that the hunter knows what he's doing.

And picking a fight with a madman who wants to destroy the human race? Call him old-fashioned, but that just sounds like a bad idea. And honestly? As long as Clarence is still around his friends are going to need all the lives they can hold on to.

With a sharp sigh he lets his objections pass in silence. But for the record, Mister Winchester, that is not a face of approval. ]

[ ...And the next one is pretty much just Philip's eternal default expression aka. "I know I probably shouldn't ask, but..." ]

What did you say to him?

I said I was handsome and too young to die.

I'm kidding, dude. I told him I had a job to do, that I had to protect people. He seemed kinda impressed, actually.

[Beat.]

...then he smashed my face into the floor. But it was a pretty badass moment, anyways.

[Dean understands the ~~bitch~~face of disapproval very well, and lets the guilt fill him accordingly. Read: Not at all. Mister LaFresque will just have to keep his newspaper at the ready.]

[ Just shaking his head here. Shaking, shaking, sha-- brb, quickly muttering to himself: ]

And that's just one guy...

[ And Dean said there were a lot of enemies. ]

How often do you even get into fights like that?

Maybe like...once every three or four weeks?

[IT KEEPS HIM SANE, OKAY?]

There's that dude who's got white hair and white skin with these really weird yellow eyes, and there's another guy - haven't fought 'im yet, but it's bound to happen - who's a total creep and talks about taxi drivers and stuff.

[Dean nods for a moment, remembering said sketchy fellows in great detail. Then he cracks another smile.]

You know me, makin' new friends all the time.

[ The dude who's got white hair and white skin with these really weird yellow eyes would irk him more if his second encounter with the Sorrow had already taken place.

It won't for at least a few hours, so Philip merely listens, disapproving expression unwavering. ]

Counterquestion: Do you actually know somebody who doesn't want to kill you?

Uh.

[That, my friend, is a very good question.]

You? And Cas. Maybe some of the kids. Why?

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