[Something is...seriously wrong. Philip is too happy. It's almost unnerving. Hell, it is unnerving. It makes him want to stop drinking, actually, and Dean shoves his near-empty bottle of Jack out of the camera frame.]
Dean's expression hardens almost immediately, and any and all regrets, guilt, and/or self-loathing he has is succeeded by a burning hatred of Clarence.]
Listen here, Johnny; I just had to watch him sittin' on the beach like some cheap mime waitin' for tips for three days and in case you're not up to date, we've got the same death count here and I like the numbers better high, so what I'm playin' at is keepin' your sack of meat alive so that he doesn't dry out like the vegetable you and your cheerleading buddy turned him into.
[ Sure, there may be some mild exaggeration in there, but what would be the fun without it?
Clarence's smirk returns. ]
...Sure, I'm gonna grab myself a little bonus, but hey, Clarence isn't the name of a local charity.
Philip, three days, outside, alone, not eating, while Dean was cloistering himself up like a goddamn nun. He could have used help, regardless of whether or not he would have actually accepted it from Dean.
So yes, Clarence chewing him out is not exactly the top on his to-do list today. But the dick has a point.]
...so what kinda bonus are you takin' out for your holiday, huh?
[Dean can't keep him from leaving, but he can throw something else out there before Clarence departs.]
Y'know Cas is back.
[We'll just let that sink in and-]
He was gone for almost two years normal timeline, and he's got some fancy new powers that'll prob'ly send your ass back to wherever it came from. Food for thought.
[Until then, all Dean can do is wait and try and figure out how to locate Clarence, see if Cas can really get the job done.]
[ That's a big SO WHAT? on his face right there, though given that his expression is stuck silently in that position for just a moment too long might offer the briefest hint at the OhgodohshitohfucknononoNO he truly experiences at the thought that Dean may not be bluffing. ]
...Then why don't you go be a good girlfriend, let him fuck that guilt right outta you and stay away from my business?
[ A sharp breath. ]
And, y'know, your angel's got some juice, but I bet I could get in a hit or two first. Not on him, but, uh...
[ A knife flashes into view and Clarence scratches his throat with it. "His" throat. ]
Food for thought.
[ Then he waves cheerfully and turns the transmission off before Dean can take that last word away from him.
The angel. Fuck. He didn't think they were on speaking terms, much less on power-updated ones.
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[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 08:43 pm (UTC)...you sure you're okay, buddy?
[He frowns.]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 09:07 pm (UTC)[ ...will just switch to ♥ that other accent ♥ now. ]
I can't say the same for your monkey friend, 'cause he's feelin' just a little under the weather, but I'm great.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 09:20 pm (UTC)Shit.
Dean's expression hardens almost immediately, and any and all regrets, guilt, and/or self-loathing he has is succeeded by a burning hatred of Clarence.]
How the Hell did you get ahold of him?
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 09:52 pm (UTC)[ ♥ ]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 10:13 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 10:29 pm (UTC)...So yeah, I guess I could just drop the body off at your door, but I wouldn't be doin' him any favours.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 11:03 pm (UTC)[That's...really not something that Dean needs to hear, particularly since he feels bad enough already.]
The Hell are you playing at, anyway?
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 11:15 pm (UTC)[ He actually sounds serious for a change: ]
Listen here, Johnny; I just had to watch him sittin' on the beach like some cheap mime waitin' for tips for three days and in case you're not up to date, we've got the same death count here and I like the numbers better high, so what I'm playin' at is keepin' your sack of meat alive so that he doesn't dry out like the vegetable you and your cheerleading buddy turned him into.
[ Sure, there may be some mild exaggeration in there, but what would be the fun without it?
Clarence's smirk returns. ]
...Sure, I'm gonna grab myself a little bonus, but hey, Clarence isn't the name of a local charity.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-05 11:41 pm (UTC)Philip, three days, outside, alone, not eating, while Dean was cloistering himself up like a goddamn nun. He could have used help, regardless of whether or not he would have actually accepted it from Dean.
So yes, Clarence chewing him out is not exactly the top on his to-do list today. But the dick has a point.]
...so what kinda bonus are you takin' out for your holiday, huh?
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 12:15 am (UTC)[ He clasps a hand over his mouth, pauses and gives Dean the shh sign. ]
...It's a surprise and I'd hate you going around and tellin' on me.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 12:31 am (UTC)I swear to God, you sonuvabitch, if you hurt anyone...
[Dean can't even finish that threat. He has absolutely no idea what he could possibly do without harming Philip in the long-run.
...More than he already has.]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 01:16 am (UTC)[ Really now... ]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 05:06 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 12:37 pm (UTC)[ He stretches lazily and makes a point of looking at his imaginary watch. ]
Hey, is it that time already? Huh. Guess we both got a lot of catchin' up to do.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 06:27 pm (UTC)Y'know Cas is back.
[We'll just let that sink in and-]
He was gone for almost two years normal timeline, and he's got some fancy new powers that'll prob'ly send your ass back to wherever it came from. Food for thought.
[Until then, all Dean can do is wait and try and figure out how to locate Clarence, see if Cas can really get the job done.]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 06:44 pm (UTC)Yeah?
[ That's a big SO WHAT? on his face right there, though given that his expression is stuck silently in that position for just a moment too long might offer the briefest hint at the OhgodohshitohfucknononoNO he truly experiences at the thought that Dean may not be bluffing. ]
...Then why don't you go be a good girlfriend, let him fuck that guilt right outta you and stay away from my business?
[ A sharp breath. ]
And, y'know, your angel's got some juice, but I bet I could get in a hit or two first. Not on him, but, uh...
[ A knife flashes into view and Clarence scratches his throat with it. "His" throat. ]
Food for thought.
[ Then he waves cheerfully and turns the transmission off before Dean can take that last word away from him.
The angel. Fuck. He didn't think they were on speaking terms, much less on power-updated ones.
Better get to his business quickly. ]