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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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[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. ]

[Ohhh, Dr. Phil. Dean will never tire of your professorly antics. He accepts the patronizing, unamused stare as little more than a by-product of a personality with less humor than his own. I.e, being British.]

Eh. Coulda been more exciting, but beggars can't be choosers.

[He picks up the guitar, perching on the corner of Philip's bed and fiddling with the frets.]

You're startin' too complicated - dude, believe me, I know. I wanted to jump right into Freebird, but Lynyrd Skynyrd is still way above my paygrade.

[ These days Philip's indignation only last for so long and once his point has been made (and thoroughly ignored) he sits down on the other corner of his bed. ]

You play?

{ And here I was almost happy to see him, but if he's just gonna take over instead of stoppin' you then there's really not much of a point at all. }

Started back in November.

[Tweaking one of the tuning pegs and listening as he plinks a string, Dean seems satisfied with how the instrument sounds. He starts carefully, slowly working out the guitar intro to Black Water. He's been practicing on and off for about seven months, and the only drawback is having had to learn certain chords without his pinky finger.

Suffice to say, though, that with perseverance, he's actually gotten pretty decent.]

But if you're going to embrace this sacred instrument, you gotta respect her first.

[Dean grins cheekily at Philip, still playing out the riff.]

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[ At first Philip watches closely, but his attempt at picking up any impressive playing techniques is thwarted by the sight of Dean's missing finger.

It goes against every intention he had when he picked up the instrument a few days ago, needing something new to keep him occupied and distracted.

Looking away he focuses on sound instead. He doesn't recognise the song, but he doubts Dean's playing is at fault. Pretty decent for an almost-beginner, at least as far as Philip is able to judge.

...Dean's suggestion on the other hand is received with less enthusiasm. ]

...If I need to give her a name and spend an hour a day making conversation before I practice then I'm switching to piano.

[This is a comment that Dean simply will not stand for, and he stops playing to leans over and whack Philip on the back of the head. Affectionately.]

Dude.

[He stresses, expression that of mock indignation. He cradles the guitar theatrically.]

Not in front of the lady.

What the hell are you doing?!

[ Affectionate whacks over the head are not a common greeting in an academic setting, so Dean will have to pardon Phil's flinching and wtf-ly uncomprehending first reaction before he settles down and mentally categorises the gesture as another Dean thing.

He raises his hands in mock apology. ]

I'll have to get her flowers and chocolates now, won't I?

[ By now Philip has a lot of practice when it comes to ignoring voices he doesn't want to hear.

So when Santana replies to his transmission he initially does just that.

Not deliberately, mind, but his practice session is quite loud and he isn't actually expecting company, in person or otherwise. ]

[There are many "Dean things". Learning all of them might take some time, so...good luck with that.]

If you knew her well, you'd know she's allergic to flowers.

[Dean chastises him, looking over the instrument before setting it aside. The only woman he really cares about is his car.]

Why'd you wanna start playing, anyway? [He won't judge the song choice, but he will judge the sudden uncharacteristic desire to be artistic. The grin on his face gets wider.] Passing the time, or planning on wooing somebody?

[ Philip could reply that he's only met her a few days ago, but it's probably a good time to change the subject.

To why he wanted to start playing, for instance. A distraction. ]

Pretty much. I-- [ Wait. ] wooing somebody?

[ He laughs. That would be an... interesting thought in a normal world, but in Wonderland? Oh those crazy, crazy Dean things... ]

...No, definitely just passing the time.

...Is this supposed to be a song mister? [ this is painful for Conan ]

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

1/3

2/3

3/3

1/3

2/3

3/3

1/?

2/3

3/3

1/3 forever

2/3

3/3

I'M BREAKING THE CHAIN.

DAMN YOOOUUUUU! SHAKES FIST

You love me. eyebrow waggle

crosses arms glares

Don't make me serenade you. 'Cause I will.

All the eyebrow. All of it.

The eyebrow is simply a mask to cover up your violent affections.

1/3 no just kidding I just felt left out

Don't make me bite you again.

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

You make me all tingly when you talk like that.

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

1/3

2/3

3/3

1/3

2/3

3/3

1/?

2/3

3/3

1/3 forever

2/3

3/3

I'M BREAKING THE CHAIN.

DAMN YOOOUUUUU! *SHAKES FIST*

You love me. *eyebrow waggle*

*crosses arms* *glares*

Don't make me serenade you. 'Cause I will.

All the eyebrow. All of it.

The eyebrow is simply a mask to cover up your violent affections.

1/3 no just kidding I just felt left out

Don't make me bite you again.

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

You make me all tingly when you talk like that.

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[ audio ]

DAMN YOOOUUUUU! SHAKES FIST

You love me. eyebrow waggle

crosses arms glares

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