Once freed Philip takes a deep gulp of air, chocking and coughing as it travels down his injured neck.

Words or even screams are still beyond him at this point, but fortunately his shadow has every intention of disregarding Castiel and speaking for him.

"Silence or what? I'm free for a demonstration, I've already been wondering how you would end up killing me.

Sure, I thought it wouldn't be so blunt, not while Dean's around, but I guess you both want me- or us dead a lot more than I thought."

The shadow squirms, but doesn't quite manage to free himself. He looks past Castiel at Philip.

"Hey, Philip! Run while I try and hold them off! They'll probably kill us both anyway, but at least we can make it a bit harder for them!"

Philip looks up at him wearily, still gasping for air. He is covered in "his own" blood from the gunshot and his injured leg is hurting a lot worse than it did before.

Overall he is not having such a great day and getting up enthusiastically, let alone running away is nowhere near the top of his to-do list.