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

[ Hello, mansion!

How do you feel about an accidental audio transmission featuring this song played on the guitar over and over and over and over again in various qualities ranging from sort-of-okay-ish over mediocre to physically painful?

I hope your answer is 'highly enthused', otherwise Philip's new hobby might not be as entertaining to you as it currently is to him. ]

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Nope.

[Bitch. ♥]

'Sides, it was funny. I was a freaking basketball coach, man. I'm gonna have nightmares about those shorts for years.

{ You and me both. }

[ Philip shakes his head. ]

I didn't use to be like that when I was teaching, but I guess now at least I know what my students can expect if I ever get back to London.

[ Allow Philip to contribute to unconvincing smile day here, because that scenario? Not very likely. ]

[Hey, everybody's doing the unconvincing smile today! It's a good thing we all understand each other.]

You know what you won't be teaching? Guitar.

[He grins again, ever-so-sweetly, half expecting to be smacked on the head but remembering almost immediately that this is Philip, and not Sam, and Philip is probably too British to hit people - even companionably.]

But-

[Don't paste that glare to your face with rubber cement just yet!]

You could publish a really cool memoir and pass it off as science fiction.

[ No smacking, but Dean does get a not-so-loving eyeroll for his trouble.

That and the ever-popular sigh. ]

I don't know about that. I'm still wary about the ending.

{Oh please, with me as the stunning protagonist? What could possibly go wrong? }

[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.

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[ Philip isn't sure if he agrees either. What's done is done, even here, editorial powers or not.

But the problem isn't even that. He was talking about his ending, the one outside of Wonderland. Because for all he knows about the Adventures of Philip LaFresque in Wonderland, well... ]

...I probably won't even remember you.

{See? There's a bright side to everything! }

At least that's what everyone says, that you- that you forget about it all once you leave.

[Dean won't know it until later, once he's gone through Hell and come back out again dirtier than before, but forgiveness is hard. Easy for him now, but it's startling how much can happen to someone in less than a year (or forty, if we're following HST*).

Because he was specifically referring to Wonderland, though, it takes Dean a moment to realize that Philip is talking about outside.]

Way to stay positive, dude.

[Even if it's true, why be preoccupied about it?]

How do they even know? If we don't see 'em again, who's to say they don't remember everything when they go back?

[*HST: Hell Standard Time]

[ Philip shrugs apologetically. ]

Because some of them come back later.

[ Why, he even has an example! ]

Just recently I had a--

A friend left for... it wasn't more than a week, I think, but he said he was gone for a year and he didn't remember anything about Wonderland while he was at home.

[ But at least he remembered when he came back. Some don't even make it that far from what Philip's heard, but hey, staying positive and dropping that little factoid under the table. ]

.....oh.

[Damn, that sure puts a damper on Dean's hastily cobbled-together argument about keeping Philip from worrying about the future.

At a loss and determined not to get pessimistic about this - nothing is more contagious than a bad mood - Dean goes quiet and thoughtful. Contemplative expressions aren't commonly seen on his face, but congratulations, you made one appear.

Now he doesn't know what to say, Philip. Way to go.]

[ If Dean's ever gone quiet like that before then Philip certainly doesn't remember it. It's... a tiny bit interesting, but mostly it's just very, very unsettling. ]

{Oh my god, you made him shut up! Call the press! Call the Pope, it's a bleeding miracle! }

[Way to go indeed.

He's never thought about Wonderland oblivion extensively before and moments like this are why he probably never will. ]

Dean...

[ Philip's hand twitches, but he quickly stops whatever gesture he was about to execute.

His misery loves company, that may often be true, but that isn't to say that he wants his company to be equally miserable. ]

...You can't miss something if you don't know it even existed in the first place.

[ As far as comforts go this one strikes Philip as weak at best, but at least it's true and... speaking from experience too. ]

[Funny that Philip thinks it's unsettling, because Dean thinks it's unsettling too. He's been covering up a lot for a long time, before he ever even came to the mansion, and the idea of not remembering anything really bothers him.

Dean would rather be able to have everything - good and bad - from his time in the mansion. Sure, he doesn't have his car, and his brother's a little off, and he's sleeping with another guy, but he has friends.

He stays quiet.]

[It's an almost-normal life for somebody who's never spent more time than he had to with select individuals. Better to miss something that he once had than to never have it at all.

At least memories can keep you warm at night.]

...right, yeah. You're right.

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[Dean does what he does best, though, and plasters on another smile because it's all he knows how to do in situations like this. Elbows braced on his knees, leaning forward, he avoids eye contact because he knows it's not convincing.]

Good point, man. I'll remember that. S'no wonder you were a teacher.

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[ Philip exhales sharply, bringing Dean the abridged version of a Tch, yeah right. Because teaching was never his passion (but it's required when you want to tap into the research resources of a renowned university). And because that smile still has FAKE written all over it.

...But he'll take it, just as he'll take the compliment and the line of reasoning according to which Dean is at least feeling well enough to put up a front again. ]

So...

[ He stretches the word for all it's worth, because this better end in a good distraction. ]

Did you find a spot for our car yet? Because I've got the statue ready to sell.

[ He nods towards his multi-purpose book-and-DVDs-and-things shelf which also hosts the small statue he showed Dean over video a while ago. ]

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[What are you saying, this is the most genuine smile ever.]

...huh?

[Oh, right, right. Paying attention. Talking about things. Important things. Car-related things. Dean can dig that. Forcing himself back into the conversation and trying not to dwell on the whole you have no friends outside of this place bit, the smile widens.

Thanks for the distraction.]

Yeah! Yeah, there's a...a, um. Tool shed. A big tool shed on the right side of the house that's pretty much empty. Big enough to fit a car and all the stuff we'll need. We can padlock it if we have to.

[ Philip nods, adding a genuine smile to the mix. ]

Great.

[ Philip sure loves to padlock things. ♥

He stands up and throws Dean the statue. ]

You'll probably get a better bargain for it than I would.

[Catching it, the smile on his face turns crooked. Now you know that he actually means it.]

S'cause I'm not tryin' to buy crack candy with it, dude.

[Dean stands slowly, scratching at one of the little gemstones.]

I'll get the parts tomorrow, so I'll let you know when to start asking the closet for tools. We'll wait until the end to figure out what color to paint it, but keep it in mind 'til then.

[ Philip wants to ask if Dean didn't even try the candy, but since he's already standing up he just nods instead. ]

Sounds great.

[ He looks at the guitar. ]

...And nothing but Take Me Home, Country Roads until then.

[ Hard to say whether that's a promise or a threat though. ]

[Oh, Dean tried it, all right. Give him candy and he'll eat it. He just spent the event curled up on his bed, shivering. Good times.]

Thanks.

[Dude, as long as you don't touch that Creedence piece with a thirty-foot pole, Dean won't give a damn if you're playing Christmas songs. He looks down at the statue in his hands again, then back up at Philip.]

...I'll, uh. See you around, man.

[Aw, it's a much more genuine smile!]

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