Dean's relived some great childhood memories in his old house. He's seen a fairly accurate reflection of himself - or rather, what he looks like on the inside: scared and vulnerable and waiting for the inevitable. He almost died in a swimming pool! That's definitely one to put down on the list of "Thing Never To Do Again". He met a lovely beauty pageant contestant by the name of Clarence, who really ought to looking into several things: 1) getting plastic surgery, and 2) not being a complete dick.
He made good with Cas.
Admittedly, the last one instilled him with some kind of delightful energy that made fighting all of this shit even easier. Because he does need people. Dean just never knows how to ask for help. All of this, though, lightening his mood and his Shadow's strength, has put Dean on a Hell-bent, Heaven-sent mission to help as many people as he can.
So when he sees a transmission from Philip, featuring the acting talents of Creepy-Ass Philip 2.0 with a pickaxe in his inventory, Dean scrambles for his new-and-improved portable arsenal. Grabbing the communicator as he leaves his room and starts down one of the hallways, he offers assistance.
Not that he's going to take Phil seriously if he refuses it, or anything.]
Asking Cas' mun if she wants in on this. THREESOME THREAD. M!Phil would be proud.
Dean's relived some great childhood memories in his old house. He's seen a fairly accurate reflection of himself - or rather, what he looks like on the inside: scared and vulnerable and waiting for the inevitable. He almost died in a swimming pool! That's definitely one to put down on the list of "Thing Never To Do Again". He met a lovely beauty pageant contestant by the name of Clarence, who really ought to looking into several things: 1) getting plastic surgery, and 2) not being a complete dick.
He made good with Cas.
Admittedly, the last one instilled him with some kind of delightful energy that made fighting all of this shit even easier. Because he does need people. Dean just never knows how to ask for help. All of this, though, lightening his mood and his Shadow's strength, has put Dean on a Hell-bent, Heaven-sent mission to help as many people as he can.
So when he sees a transmission from Philip, featuring the acting talents of Creepy-Ass Philip 2.0 with a pickaxe in his inventory, Dean scrambles for his new-and-improved portable arsenal. Grabbing the communicator as he leaves his room and starts down one of the hallways, he offers assistance.
Not that he's going to take Phil seriously if he refuses it, or anything.]
It's Dean. Where are you?