Philip smiles wryly and shakes his head. Dean's persistent attempts at humour regardless of the horror of the situation are a comforting constant.
He looks down at his leg. "Sure," he says nodding, though without much enthusiasm. At least if he can drag his injured self through mines and frozen lab complexes then this should be a piece ofOHMYGODWHATAREYOUDOING?!
Philip stares in horror (a prequel to panicked and violent refusal, had his reaction time been any better) as the angel approaches, but that's about all he manages before his leg receives its magical fix.
Incredulously he stares from his wound- from where his wound should be to Castiel and back.
"Wow. Neat trick."
"There's... there's a clinic here, you know."
...Which he was about to laboriously limp back to and HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE, thank you very much.
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He looks down at his leg. "Sure," he says nodding, though without much enthusiasm. At least if he can drag his injured self through mines and frozen lab complexes then this should be a piece ofOHMYGODWHATAREYOUDOING?!
Philip stares in horror (a prequel to panicked and violent refusal, had his reaction time been any better) as the angel approaches, but that's about all he manages before his leg receives its magical fix.
Incredulously he stares from his wound- from where his wound should be to Castiel and back.
"Wow. Neat trick."
"There's... there's a clinic here, you know."
...Which he was about to laboriously limp back to and HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE, thank you very much.