[Fuck's sake, if that's a repressed part of Philip's inner self, violence and all, then the poor bastard is screwed unless he gets some help.

Dean had qualms with his shadow. Admitting that he had his doubts took a lot, but knowing that he has people here, people who care and who actually want to help, made him realize that no one should be alone. Dean has friends here. That's...kind of a big deal for him.

So no, he's not just going to abandon one of them to be stabbed to death with a pickaxe.]

Yeah, later ain't gonna happen. You're gonna get the Wrath of God, you dick.

[With a loud CLICK, he switches channels and leaves a message for someone else:]

Cas? Look, wherever you are, I need your help, man. Friend's in deep shit. I'm heading outside.