Panting, staring for a moment in impressed awe at the being pinned to a tree by nothing more than Castiel's mind, Dean takes a second to recollect himself before shooting a glare at the Shadow and turning to look at Phil.
He looks...wow. Awful, really. Just bad. A pickaxe to the leg'll do that to you, as well as the splatter-factor from the buckshot Dean had embedded in the Shadow's back. Walking over to him slowly, Dean crouches next to Phil and wipes some blood off his own cheek with the back of his hand, smiling lopsidedly.
"Didn't think we'd abandon you to the fucker, didja?"
Dean glances back to Castiel briefly. Phil has two options concerning his lookalike, but he probably won't like either of them. Dean didn't like his. Picking at the torn trouser fabric that's plastered itself to Philip's leg with the man's blood, he grimaces at the gash he finds. That's definitely going to leave a mark.
"We don't want you dead, man," Dean states quietly, shirking the flannel over his t-shirt off and wrapping it around Phil's leg like a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. "Just listen to Cas."
Friggin' angels and physics professors, man.
He looks...wow. Awful, really. Just bad. A pickaxe to the leg'll do that to you, as well as the splatter-factor from the buckshot Dean had embedded in the Shadow's back. Walking over to him slowly, Dean crouches next to Phil and wipes some blood off his own cheek with the back of his hand, smiling lopsidedly.
"Didn't think we'd abandon you to the fucker, didja?"
Dean glances back to Castiel briefly. Phil has two options concerning his lookalike, but he probably won't like either of them. Dean didn't like his. Picking at the torn trouser fabric that's plastered itself to Philip's leg with the man's blood, he grimaces at the gash he finds. That's definitely going to leave a mark.
"We don't want you dead, man," Dean states quietly, shirking the flannel over his t-shirt off and wrapping it around Phil's leg like a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. "Just listen to Cas."