When Dean comes closer Philip attempts to croak words of thanks, but the earlier attack makes speech a little more painful than he'd like, so he opts for a simple nod and a smile of relief.
If he wasn't so deprived of blood and oxygen it might occur to him to tell Dean to WATCH THE BLOOD JESUS OH GOD CAREFUL OF THE BLOOD, but as it is that biohazard warning sentiment gets a little lost in the haze.
He is not happy to see Castiel again, no matter the circumstances. Dean's presence makes the meeting more bearable however and Philip's own exhaustion doesn't leave much room for anything but what he's being told right now: Listen to Cas.
...Yet when the angel speaks he can't help but think that blah blah monologue blah blah is a fairly accurate description of what he hears. He's finding it difficult to concentrate, but what's more he doesn't understand why they wouldn't just--
"Kill it! What-- What are you waiting for, just kill it!"
His voice comes out hoarse and he holds his neck in pain. Digging his palms into the earth he pulls himself into a sitting position, eyes widening as Castiel's statement clicks.
He looks at Dean, pleading.
"That is not me. That's not any part of-- just shut him up,please."
Striptease! Striptease! ...am I on the wrong side again?
If he wasn't so deprived of blood and oxygen it might occur to him to tell Dean to WATCH THE BLOOD JESUS OH GOD CAREFUL OF THE BLOOD, but as it is that biohazard warning sentiment gets a little lost in the haze.
He is not happy to see Castiel again, no matter the circumstances. Dean's presence makes the meeting more bearable however and Philip's own exhaustion doesn't leave much room for anything but what he's being told right now: Listen to Cas.
...Yet when the angel speaks he can't help but think that blah blah monologue blah blah is a fairly accurate description of what he hears. He's finding it difficult to concentrate, but what's more he doesn't understand why they wouldn't just--
"Kill it! What-- What are you waiting for, just kill it!"
His voice comes out hoarse and he holds his neck in pain. Digging his palms into the earth he pulls himself into a sitting position, eyes widening as Castiel's statement clicks.
He looks at Dean, pleading.
"That is not me. That's not any part of-- just shut him up,please."