One unenthusiastic video under sea [13/??? artefacts collected]

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[ Philip's face is looking perfectly normal (if a little crabby in the strictly mood-related sense of the word). Shoulders, arms, no problem there. His chest, not currently covered by any sort of clothing, is looking just a tad more blueish and... transparent than it should.

Opacity only decreases from there, making Phil entirely light blue and see-through below his stomach. Below the waist it looks like he's been torn and tattered, his body segueing into a thick bundle of thin tentacles where his legs should be.

Or in other words: Philip, now with roughly 65% more this. ]

How is that even--

[ The blue tentacles whirl around as Philip turns and spins nervously in front of his algae-encrusted mirror, placing his hands behind his back to confirm that there is indeed nothing whatsoever between the front and the back of his body.

He spins a few more times before letting himself drift onto his mattress with resignation. ]

...I want my organs back.

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I know, right?!

[Dean huffs, shaking his head. It's not fair. He was sick and tired of hiding shit from Sam back home, and he's tired now of other people hiding things from him. Especially when there's no point. He won't even know when he goes back, whenever that is, so what's the harm?

The problem is that Dean knows exactly what "the harm" is.

The way that Castiel was acting, the way he so cleverly avoided answering the question...something was very wrong. Dean did something very wrong, and yeah, he'll admit that he has the tendency to beat himself up over stuff. With good reason. He's done a lot of things worth brooding over. He'd start drinking again, more than he already does.]

...I just... [He sighs wearily. It's not often he opens up like this.] ...I wish I had a purpose here, man. I used to. I can't protect anyone here - I can't do my job. I'm antsy all the damn time, like I hafta move, and my skills are gettin' rusty.

[The frown deepens, and Dean's shoulders hunch a little.]

...I miss my brother.

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[ A short laugh. ] Dean, are you even paying attention to the things running around here? I almost got shot by space invaders and from what I hear that still counts as a slow day.

The events are dangerous, not all of the people here are friendly neighbourhood material and okay, so apparently death is more of a minor inconvenience, but I doubt anyone actually enjoys it.

There's the neighbourhood watch and I heard--

[ Let him pause for a moment. ]

...Maybe it's not what you normally do, but... [ You just made Philip's life infinitely more bearable, so don't act like you're a useless piece of trash GDI. ] but don't say you don't have a purpose here.

[ Philip takes a deep breath. Okay, so much for the necessity of ranting at Dean's can't protect anyone nonsense.

But then again, maybe he doesn't want to protect just anyone. ]

...Your brother could still show up too, you know. I heard people from the same dimension often do.

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[Dean doesn't really want to talk about the space invaders incident, because he spent the entire time hiding under his bed with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Planes are bad, but spaceships are infinitely worse - Not that Captain Kirk wasn't freaking awesome or anything, but heights? In things that could break? Hell no.

And okay, so Phil was suggesting that he push his efforts towards helping people here. Dean wishes he could, really, but events are unstoppable, the Red Queen is impossible to get to, and he's just a pawn on a chessboard. Or maybe one of those little cars in the game of LIFE.]

I know. [He mumbles without much heart behind the words, pursing his lips.] He's the only family I got left. I've looked after him my whole damn life, and-

[Dean quiets.] ...didn't meant to bitch. Sorry, man. But thanks, y'know? Maybe he'll show up here. You'd like 'im.

[He's certain that people who like to read and can bitchface well will get along together.]

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[ Philip is 0k with bitching. ]

No, it's-- It's not a problem, really.

[ Hey, just because the events can't be stopped doesn't mean there won't be people who require protection from their effects. Professional zombie killer, anyone?

Still, Philip can tell that Dean's not particularly convinced. ]

You... you already helped me.

{ Wait, uh... did I miss somethin' here? Because if you're that hot on absolution then maybe you should see a professional or at least somebody who sets the bar for bad behaviour just a little higher than destroying the whole world. }

...Anyway, I--

I hope you see your brother again soon.

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[Having Sam here would be both a blessing and a curse. For one, Dean probably wouldn't get a Sam from his own time. Still...he misses his brother more than he lets on. Sam is the only family he's got left, and as the big brother Dean has the responsibility to look after his little brother.

Even if his little brother is taller than Bigfoot.

Falling back on his usual way of dealing with things (Read: poking fun at people), Dean cracks a grin and teases with a good-natured tone.]

Aw, I helped you? That's sweet. Next time we can drink tea with our pinkies out, too.

[They wouldn't have such a functioning relationship if he didn't garner a bitchface every so often. Dean stretches his arms above his head and claps Philip on the shoulder.] Thanks for the talk, dude. [No, seriously. He's really grateful. Don't let the arrogance fool you.]

Maybe sometime when we're not re-enacting The Little Mermaid we can go shooting again. We gotta get your aim flawless.

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[ Dean's earned that glare. Oh boy, did he ever earn it. ]

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[ It might still take Philip some time to get used to the inappropriate and ill-mannered mocking the good-natured teasing, but with the bitchface part covered he has no problem letting it go.

And more shooting lessons? Sounds very appealing. So let's wrap it up! ]

...Sure. Yeah, that'd be great.

[ Philip looks around, slowly... drifting upwards or whatever the jellyfish equivalent of getting to his feet is. ]

I'll, uh-- I think I'll stay here for a bit, see if I can... find some more books on [ Gesture towards tentacles. ] this.

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[Cue the glower in 3...2...1...There it is. How reassuringly predictable. Dean nods and watches Phil float for a second before scratching the back of his neck and drifting up himself, glancing at his shark book and considering all the useless knowledge he'll gain from it and never apply to real life again.

He holds onto it anyway.]

See you 'round, then.

[With a little mock salute, Dean turns tail and decides to swim back to his room. With any luck, on the way back, he can scare the ever-loving crap out of someone by impersonating JAWS.]