[Dean can tell that he's ventured into dangerous waters again. They've both had their shares of fucked-upped-ness, and Dean knows he's told Philip more about himself than he has anyone else, but thanks to the ever-present physical reminder of guilt marring half of his face, he'd rather steer the conversation away from Things That Make Phil Brood (TM).]

This place is like a Choose-Your-Own-Ending book, dude. If you don't like what you get, you can always flip back a couple pages and find something better. Long as you've got good friends, no one'll get wise.

[Occasionally, Dean will be remarkably astute with his advice. Castiel might disagree, since religion is all about The End and Fate and other concepts that start with capital letters and fill people with a vague sense of dread, but Dean is a little more pragmatic.

Do what you love.

Know who your friends are.

Always keep a shotgun loaded and ready.

Basic tenets that are easy to follow and logically sound. Dean does have the uncanny ability to diffuse uncomfortable situations by drawing the attention elsewhere. Resting a hand over his heart, he adopts a rather wistful expression.]

If you do write The Adventures of Philip LaFresque in Wonderland, I want a cameo as the heroic rogue warrior.