He knew it wasn't dead. It's never that easy. Dean could hardly fight his own Shadow. He had the first time, walking through Bobby's dreams. He'd hit it with the butt of a heavy gun, pumped it full of buckshot. Refused to let it have the last laugh. Refused to let it be right.
But it was, and he knew it.
Whether Phil's Shadow is right or wrong doesn't really matter, but as a Winchester - as someone with all the determination and stubbornness as a pit bull - Dean has every intention of helping the first person his age around here who actually took him seriously.
"Don't listen to it!" He barks at Philip, pulling some shells out of his pocket and loading them into his sawed-off with practiced efficiency. "If it gets worse," Dean cocks the shotgun with a loud CLICK. "We're gonna do whatever we can to help. So you," He aims at the Shadow's head.
"Shut your fuckin' cakehole."
Another shell explodes in the Shadow's chest, spraying them with blood. Wiping red from his face with the back of his hand, he cocks it, aims, shoots again, stepping forward and pressing the barrel up underneath its chin, expression tight. He'll let Castiel have the final blow, but Dean wants the last words.
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But it was, and he knew it.
Whether Phil's Shadow is right or wrong doesn't really matter, but as a Winchester - as someone with all the determination and stubbornness as a pit bull - Dean has every intention of helping the first person his age around here who actually took him seriously.
"Don't listen to it!" He barks at Philip, pulling some shells out of his pocket and loading them into his sawed-off with practiced efficiency. "If it gets worse," Dean cocks the shotgun with a loud CLICK. "We're gonna do whatever we can to help. So you," He aims at the Shadow's head.
"Shut your fuckin' cakehole."
Another shell explodes in the Shadow's chest, spraying them with blood. Wiping red from his face with the back of his hand, he cocks it, aims, shoots again, stepping forward and pressing the barrel up underneath its chin, expression tight. He'll let Castiel have the final blow, but Dean wants the last words.
"Go to Hell."