[It's probably for the better that Philip has no clue who Lindsay Lohan is. Dean doesn't keep up with the news unless he really cares (i.e, when Brad Delp died), but the tabloids and newspapers are the best places to look for weird deaths to investigate.]
Delp committed suicide, man. Carbon monoxide poisoning in his bathroom. Pretty gruesome.
[Dean sighs. It's like all his favorite bands are dying out. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but it's still a punch in the stomach when a legend moves on.
Sometimes Dean wishes he could do the same.]
And what, 'bout the Apocalypse? I'm not screwin' with you, Phil. S'gonna happen. And it's my fa-
[Dean stops short. He frowns a little, remembering what Castiel told him about the End of Days. A sudden wave of guilt washes over him, and Dean's expression tightens.]
...it's my fault.
[He's glad he doesn't have to worry about remembering any of this when he goes back. It would make things infinitely worse, to recall what he left behind.]
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Delp committed suicide, man. Carbon monoxide poisoning in his bathroom. Pretty gruesome.
[Dean sighs. It's like all his favorite bands are dying out. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but it's still a punch in the stomach when a legend moves on.
Sometimes Dean wishes he could do the same.]
And what, 'bout the Apocalypse? I'm not screwin' with you, Phil. S'gonna happen. And it's my fa-
[Dean stops short. He frowns a little, remembering what Castiel told him about the End of Days. A sudden wave of guilt washes over him, and Dean's expression tightens.]
...it's my fault.
[He's glad he doesn't have to worry about remembering any of this when he goes back. It would make things infinitely worse, to recall what he left behind.]