[ Perched precariously on Philip's tongue is a snide remark about how conveniently that future angel was able to reveal just enough to rattle Dean with a glimpse of a majorly unsettling idea, but not enough to soften the blow of its implications with a little clarification.

Philip bites his lip. Not what Dean needs right now. ]

Sometimes...

[ He shifts a little and briefly becomes aware of his present form and the absurdity it lends to their profound conversation. ]

There are some questions that... that are better left unanswered.

[ He's speaking from experience. Bitter, dog-chased, spider-attacked, rockworm-assaulted and virus-infected experience. ]

...But I'd want to know too.

[ Experience which has apparently taught him nothing. ]

He shouldn't keep you in the dark... about your own future. Not here, not when... not when it doesn't even change anything.