Dean really would have liked to blow the thing's head off - Hell, this has been the first successful hunt of his since he got here, and the thrill is still vibrating through him - but letting Phil see...well, technically himself...getting shot and stabbed was probably enough for one day.
Sadly, Dean doesn't even get to hear Clarence's thanks, though he'd probably brush them off as stupid and douchey.
Soul-sucking alien virus bastard.
Chucking his emptied shotgun back into his duffel bag, he moves over to Phil's side, kneeling and checking the jagged tear in his leg. The bleeding's slowed, but not by much, and Dean doesn't even have anything to patch the damn thing up with besides his shirt.
"Y'know," He says conversationally, tightening the fabric around Philip's leg. "This is the second time in two days I've had to save your ass. I'm gonna hafta start putting you on a tab. Can you walk?"
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Sadly, Dean doesn't even get to hear Clarence's thanks, though he'd probably brush them off as stupid and douchey.
Soul-sucking alien virus bastard.
Chucking his emptied shotgun back into his duffel bag, he moves over to Phil's side, kneeling and checking the jagged tear in his leg. The bleeding's slowed, but not by much, and Dean doesn't even have anything to patch the damn thing up with besides his shirt.
"Y'know," He says conversationally, tightening the fabric around Philip's leg. "This is the second time in two days I've had to save your ass. I'm gonna hafta start putting you on a tab. Can you walk?"