26: [Action] Dazed and Confused

[dashboardlite]

[ 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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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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 bitchface 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.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Uh.

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

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

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip admittedly didn't expect a serious answer and isn't sure what to make of the results. ]

Never mind, I was just...

[ A wave of his hand. Then he trails off. ]

Are you going to pick a fight again with, uh... the mad scientist? [ This time the question lacks disapproval. It's curious, rather. ] Would that... would that do something, do you think?

[ Because really, it's the passionate hatred quadrant Philip can't get behind least of all. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I'd like to kill 'im, if I can.

[Just being completely honest, here. Because Wesker is a great big bag of dicks.]

It'd definitely make me feel better. [Dean grins in an entirely convincing way.] No idea what it'd do, but it's worth a shot, huh?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Wow. Okay. That was blunt. ]

Ahright.

[ Still having moments of being sufficiently uncomfortable with the idea of just killing another human being as a readily available option, despite all his own exploits into the territory. ]

Yeah.

[ But maybe that's something he should finally get over. ]

Sure.

[ One order of awkward silence, coming right up~ ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Oops.

Sometimes Dean forgets that he's not around people who understand every facet of hunting. The sooner Wesker is out of here, the safer everyone is going to be. Whatever this T-Virus is, it doesn't sound pretty.]

I mean, I-

[He shifts, sheepishly.]

-I got reasons, dude. He keeps saying I'd be a good test subject for his evil disease-thing. I don't really wanna go through that.

Better him than me.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip shudders at the thought. That scenario hits a little too close to home. ]

I know.

[ And he does, but he isn't ready to be enthusiastic about the strike just yet. ]

I know.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Companionable clap on the shoulder, y/y?]

I'm not goin' RAMBO today, okay? It's only if he starts movin' to actually hurt somebody.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ While the companionable clap is certainly welcome Philip can't say that it or anything else Dean says or does will reassure him more.

The hang-ups he has are here to stay for the moment and much as he appreciates the attempt he'd really much rather just change the subject. ]

Dean, it's fine. You... know what you're doing.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...yeah.

[He doesn't, really. Most of the time Dean is completely certain about the choices he makes, and while he's certain that getting a ticking time-bomb like Wesker out of here would be for the best, the fact that he doesn't know how to go about it is disconcerting.

Dean was never very good at making up the most intricate of plans. General strategies, yes, but conniving, roundabout ways? The eldest Winchester boy is about as subtle as a gun.]

I'll, uhhhhhhhh...I'll figure it out, or something.

[Handwave, handwave~]

Once some of this event stuff settles. I gotta find Cas, anyway, he might...smite the guy...or something.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip nods and his expression brightens. From experience he can say that Castiel is an excellent source of smiting. ]

Good idea. [ That his attitude towards the angel has changed since their first meeting goes without saying these days. ] Actually, tell him I said hello. I haven't seen him in a while.

[ He takes a last look over his shoulder into the maze before letting his gaze drift off to the beach. ]

I guess I'll... keep wandering then.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[Dean shrugs, not particularly surprised that Philip's opinion of Castiel has changed after all the crap they've been through. Kinda makes him happy that his friends are getting along.

He glances over at the beach as well, tempted to throw himself in for a swim. The pull towards Cas is stronger, though, thanks to the uncanny compulsion to locate people he knows in the hopes that whatever these feelings are will be reciprocated.]

I'll tell 'im. Gimme a call if you need help or somethin', yeah?

[Offering a sharp salute, he turns to walk back to the mansion.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip only laughs and nods, putting his hands into his pockets and watching Dean leave for a moment.

Then he turns and walks towards the beach, choosing the ocean's quiet solitude to contemplate life, the four quadrants and everyth-- OH F@$!] THIS MUSIC! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-idDbIfGvw) ]