[Having a voice in your head is bound to make you a little crazy. Wrestling with that voice is even harder. Thinking back to not so long ago, Dean can recall when Sam - his own brother, who he was supposed to protect - was possessed by a demon. Sam hurt people. Their friends, the closest ones they had to family. Dean could remember black eyes staring at him through his brother's face, could remember how hard he tried to get Sam to come back through the darkness. To fight it.
He also remembers that he and Bobby had to tie Sam to a chair and burn the demonic sigil from his arm in order to exorcise the demon.]
Okay, so...he's still in there. [Dean clasps his hands together, thinking.] Now, I ain't sayin' you gotta make peace with the murdering sonuvabitch, 'cause I sure as Hell wouldn't, but... [He stares at Philip levelly.] Don't push your limits.
...And all those people you told? That Clarence was gone? You don't want 'em to worry, don't tell 'em, but you gotta tell me when something's up.
[This is the sort of thing that Dean would call Castiel in for. Angels know the Latin necessary for banishing demons, or consciousnesses, or whatever, and if Cas could read Dean's thoughts when he was torn apart, lying on the forest floor, he might be able to communicate with Clarence. Castiel would do it. He told Dean before that everything he's ever done has been for Dean. Convincing Philip to let a man in a trenchcoat poke around in his mind, though, was another issue entirely. The poor guy didn't need scrambled eggs for brains.]
If his whole purpose is to get to you, don't let 'im. I know it's hard - believe me, I know. And I run the risk of a chick-flick moment, but you're not alone.
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He also remembers that he and Bobby had to tie Sam to a chair and burn the demonic sigil from his arm in order to exorcise the demon.]
Okay, so...he's still in there. [Dean clasps his hands together, thinking.] Now, I ain't sayin' you gotta make peace with the murdering sonuvabitch, 'cause I sure as Hell wouldn't, but... [He stares at Philip levelly.] Don't push your limits.
...And all those people you told? That Clarence was gone? You don't want 'em to worry, don't tell 'em, but you gotta tell me when something's up.
[This is the sort of thing that Dean would call Castiel in for. Angels know the Latin necessary for banishing demons, or consciousnesses, or whatever, and if Cas could read Dean's thoughts when he was torn apart, lying on the forest floor, he might be able to communicate with Clarence. Castiel would do it. He told Dean before that everything he's ever done has been for Dean. Convincing Philip to let a man in a trenchcoat poke around in his mind, though, was another issue entirely. The poor guy didn't need scrambled eggs for brains.]
If his whole purpose is to get to you, don't let 'im. I know it's hard - believe me, I know. And I run the risk of a chick-flick moment, but you're not alone.