sadfreezingbrit_archive | One way of torture that doesn't involve blood [19/??? artefacts collected]

[What is that.]

[Oh my God. What...what is that?

Is that a horrific rendition of the song that Dean hasn't listened to in two years because it was playing when a Mack truck slammed into the side of his car, hospitalizing him and forcing his father to give up his soul to the Yellow-Eyed Demon in exchange for his son's life?

...Yes. Yes it is.]

[It takes him a second to calm the fuck down and realize that he's not going crazy, and that it's just some poor bastard killing a cat down the hallway to the tune of CCR's Bad Moon Rising.

Wandering down said corridor warily, Dean pauses by a door. The slaughterer-of-domesticated-felines must be within.

He knocks.]

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[ Plink... plink... pli-- Was that a knock?

Philip stops playing and eyes the door warily. He can barely think of a handful of people who would want to pay him a visit at the best of times and those circumstances hardly apply at the moment.

But it's a knock all right, so he puts down the guitar and stands up. ]

Coming, just a second!

[ He stops at the closet, putting his palm on it hesitantly. After a moment's consideration he decides against requestion a revolver... grudgingly.

Unarmed except for a frown he moves towards the door, opens it slowly and-- ]

[ And his expression instantly brightens when he sees Dean. ]

Hey! I didn't expect you to--

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[ ...And sinks again when Philip in turn takes in the expression of his visitor. ]

Is, uh... is everything okay?

[Oh.

He stares at Philip quietly for a moment. He didn't know. No one knows, really, except for maybe Sam or Cas.]

...dude, were you...

[Now he looks a little smug, as though he's uncovered valuable blackmail material.]

...were you playing guitar?

[ At first Philip merely reciprocates the quiet staring, still a little taken aback by the earlier look on Dean's face. ]

[ But once he finds that more troubling expression gone his smile returns and he takes a look over his shoulder to see the guitar waiting for him inside. ]

Yes, I was just--

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[ Annnd there the smile falters once more and he shifts from one foot to another, eying just exactly what that troubling expression has turned into. ]

I was... trying anyway.

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[You will never know the reason behind the troubling expression, Philip. Never.

Dean happily lets a grin stretch across his face, laughing. It's not...mean-spirited, per say...just amused. Very, very amused.]

Dude, are you sure that thing is even in-tune?

[Watch him as he invites himself into your room! What a gentleman.]

[...Just as Philip will never dignify that question with an answer. ]

Please, come in. And how was your day?

[ He closes the door behind Dean and leans against it, arms crossed. ]

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1/?

2/3

3/3

1/3 forever

2/3

3/3

I'M BREAKING THE CHAIN.

DAMN YOOOUUUUU! *SHAKES FIST*

1/3 no just kidding I just felt left out

You- you mean there is neither a 2/3 nor a 3/3? *single tear* I feel empty and betrayed.

I apologise for toying with your feelings.

I just don't know if I could ever trust your subject line again.

oh god what can I do to regain this trust??

I'm sorry. It's too late. I just can't... *shakes head*

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DAMN YOOOUUUUU! SHAKES FIST

You- you mean there is neither a 2/3 nor a 3/3? single tear I feel empty and betrayed.

I'm sorry. It's too late. I just can't... shakes head