31: [Video] Any Way You Want It

[dashboardlite]

Some of you may know Dean as "the obnoxious guy who plays loud music in the library."

Some of you may know him as "the obnoxious monster hunter with bad fashion sense."

Some of you may even know him as "jerk."

To you, he says "bitch" in return.

Fondly.

Dean is currently living up to everyone's expectations in the kitchen, being obnoxious and playing loud music* as he cooks the greatest creation known to mankind: The Turducken.

But one man cannot devour such a majestic beast all on his own. This is where you come in.






* - In case you were wondering, it's Journey.

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[A beat. Considering the possibilities...]

...I wonder if I could make a cherpumplecan cake and get a pecan pie in there, too....

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip grudgingly abandons the ever so appropriate expression and slinks into another corner of the kitchen to make himself some coffee. Just. Plain coffee. ]

Are you going to devour that thing on your own or did you want to unleash it on the public?

[ At this point neither answer would particularly surprise him. ]

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Thought I'd share the wealth of nations like a true American.

[He nods over towards the coffee pot.]

Make me some-a that, will ya? I've been stuffing birds since this morning and I only got one cup in before I got my hands dirty.

[Did that sound suggestive? Maybe just a little? Good.

Dean sets about cutting apples, getting less done than he ought to because he's eating every other slice while simultaneously trying to hold a conversation.]

So what's new with you lately? The bathrobe event was weird, yeah?

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[ And like a true Englishman Philip is going to smile politely, let Dean do his thing and quietly think about how this is madness and how much fun mocking him with Evelyn and Daniel will be later. ]

Tell me about it.

[ He waits by the pot, mugs, sugar and misc. ready at hand. ]

Or rather, tell me about your fanclub.

[ If Philip suffered from so many mad admirers already then he can't even imagine how crazy things must have been for Dean. ]

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...fanclub?

[Oh, this is rich. Too rich to let go of - if Philip is asking, he must have had a slew of admirers. Dean, on the other hand...]

Didn't have one.

[He pops another piece of apple into his mouth and chews slowly...slowly...slowly...and swallows. Then he grins.]

But you did, didn't you?

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[ Oh. ]

Err...

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I sort of--

[ He laughs awkwardly. Okay, he wouldn't have mentioned it if it was that bad, but he sure would have phrased it differently if he'd known that he had fangirl privilege over Dean.

Philip slowly pours the first cup of coffee. ]

I think... Santana had a bit of a crush on me.

[ 'Think', 'a bit' and 'crush' being some minor understatements here. ]

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[Dean had one fangirl and it wasn't a girl, so we're just not going to talk about the Medicine Seller unless we have to.]

She swoon over you like you were Fabio, or something?

[Dean tosses the apple pieces into a pie crust, adding the necessary spices over the top and licking sugar from his fingers.]

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Cream, milk, sugar?

[ Whipped cream? Handcuffs? ...No, wait. He's mincing topics now. Let's put that cup of coffee down for a second.

Fabio? Fabio Lanzoni? ]

...That about sums it up.

[ Oh, Philip had his fanboy too, but unlike Santana he's not a shared acquaintance (to Philip's knowledge) or somebody Philip would necessarily want to expose for his temporary admiration. ]

Honestly, she's-- Wait, does that mean you ran after somebody with a pen for autographs?

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[Dean nods towards his mug-] Black. None of that prissy stuff. [-And rolls another crust over the top of his soon-to-be glorious apple pie.]

And nah, I didn't. Not really. I just really wanted Kurt to be my little brother, or somethin'.

[...oh. Wait. Does Philip even know Kurt?]

He's one of those students - goes to school with Santana, y'know? First person to talk to me here.

[Kurt's a good kid. He had a phase about crushing on Dean, but that's...mostly gone, now. Then again, so is Kurt. He went missing and Dean is more than a little upset about that. He was just like a Tiny Gay Sam.]

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[ Philip in turn rolls his eye. FINE, guess he put out all that prissy stuff for nothing then.

...Maybe one cube of sugar. ]

I probably saw him on the network, but I don't think we talked.

[ He puts down the manlier (*snerk*) coffee somewhere next to Dean and uses the opportunity to glare sceptically at his progress before sitting down. ]

...Apparently the first person who talked to me here wanted a date as well. I'd blame it on the accent, but that doesn't usually work.

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[Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself. That is coffee. The manliest of beverages.]

Weeeeeell, well, well, aren't you popular?

[Watch him crimp the edges of that pie crust together with expert form!]

Did they make you a daisy chain and pinky-promise not to crush on anyone else at school?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip would really rather not watch that, thank you. Instead he will look into the ebony depths of his boiling hot coffee made of bitter manliness *~except for one cube of sugar~*. ]

Yes, that sounds exactly like something Santana would do.

[ Because unlike you, my perverted friend, Philip is not held back by the jailbait aspect of it all but rather by the fact that he really doesn't want to tap that at all, thank you very much. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I was talking about the first person you met here, not Santana.

[Duh.

And Phil, Phil, Phil - Don't hate on the perversion. It happens to the most Philip best of us.]

So you had some stalkers. What's the big deal? It ain't like any of 'em tried to get into your pants, right?

[Dean's event was so chilled out he hardly knew it was an event at all, save for the weird food and the unusual desire to adopt Kurt into the Winchester family. No big deal.]

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...I didn't say there was a big deal.

[ He didn't. And there wasn't. A bit WTF, sure, but no big deal. ]

I've still got all my lives and the rest of my limbs and I didn't come out of this looking like an idiot; if you're asking me I'd be perfectly happy with more events like this.

[ Sip. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Fair 'nuff. I kinda liked it, myself.

[Dean pauses in his pie-crimping to shoot Philip a sidelong look. He seems better, at any rate. No more post-event trauma, no more post-post-event trauma. Arbitrarily, Dean wonders whether or not Philip ended up patching things together with everyone after Clarence dropped by.

It's a subject they haven't touched on.]

So...Speaking of events fucking people over.

[Perfectly normal transition, right? Dean sticks the first pie in another oven. Damn, this kitchen is awesome.]

You, uh...fix things? With what's-her-face?

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Dean, um...

[ He laughs, but neither his tone nor Philip himself are quite sure if this matter is actually amusing or tragic. ]

I might need a little more than what's-her-face.

[ ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.

Dean doesn't know Shannon Beiste very well, nor does he know that she knows Philip, so that's already out. Santana is obviously doing better if she spent the past event fawning over Philip like some kind of groupie, so if Dean can just remember the name of the chick he hasn't even met yet...

Eleanor? No.

...Ellie?

Yeah, no.

Eva?]

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[He snaps his fingers as soon as it hits him.]

Evelyn!

[And he got it all by himself!]

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[ OH HER.

...Okay, so they never even talked about Beiste and Dean obviously knows Santana's name, so Philip never actually doubted the her-face in question, but... ah well, it was nice putting the answer off for a while longer.

Casually: ]

We, um, we patched things up.

[ Sip. ]

...

[ Sip. ]

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[Dean, obviously a little put-out by this deliberately vague reply, gives Philip a "Well? (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv4dcmviFQ1qd7ncoo3_250.gif)" sort of face.

Geez, dude, couldn't you have filled me in on the good stuff a little sooner?]

Yeah, and?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

And... now things are okay. Between us.

[ Long sip. ]

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That's it?

[ Translation: D: ]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

What did you want, a dramatic reenactment?

[ Of course that vague and taciturn display isn't done on purpose, why would you even say that?

...Sip. ♥ ]

She'd like to meet you sometime.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[No, actually, Dean didn't want a reenactment. He would have liked to know that his best friend was seeing someone from the get-go, rather than have to piece things together from The Return of Clarence, Pt. II. It's just what dudes do.

And Dean being a gossip-monger has absolutely nothing to do with it, shut up.

He's going to have to start cashing in on that alliance with Clarence's mirror. Secret agent spies, and all that. Because if Philip isn't going to keep him in the loop, Dean is going to have to find somebody who will.]

She does?

[Give him a second to properly WTF at that statement. It feels like a trick.]

...and you're...okay...with that.

[Even Dean realizes that he is not the sort of friend you introduce to your other friends.]