An extremely heavy, loud bass-beat is thumping down the hallways and spewing out of the library.
Dean has acquired a boombox.
He's also legitimately doing research, for once in his life, plucking books here and there and stacking them in a rather haphazard fashion on the nearest table, all the while singing along to
Separate Ways by one of the
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You have got to be kidding me.
[ If you guessed 'the guy who doesn't want to deal with this shit because he already has a permanent headache on account of THE FUCKING DEMON ALIEN VIRUS THING LIVING IN HIS BODY' then you get the full score. Congratulations! ]
Excuse me, could you please turn that off?
[ The words are there, but his tone is distinctly lacking any form of politeness. ]
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Sure, dude.
[...which is why Dean leans over to the CD-player, turns the volume up higher, and flashes another grin before returning to his book in his lap, tapping his fingers along with the beat.]
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Wow. That is just... incredibly mature, really.
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All work and no play makes- ...what's your name, again?
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[ Crossed arms. Glare at boombox. ]
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Answer the question. If you don't, you're just gonna be "Limey Fruitcake" in my book.
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{ See? Now I feel bad I never thought of that. Never even thought of thinking of that! Guess it didn't occur to me to look for something other than monkey. }
[ ...Not Philip himself, at least. Cue moment of grudging silence before he finally forks over the requested information. ]
...Philip.
[ Did he pass? Will there be rewarding silence now? ]
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All work and no play makes Philip a dull boy. [He amends with a small amount of smugness.] Are you always this grumpy, dude?
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When the occasion calls for it. [ Deadpan. OH AND STILL GLARE. ] Are you going to turn that off now?
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Why? Does my stick impede your "research"?
[ He doesn't actually do the airquote thing, but with that tone of voice he might as well have.
He also tries to take a peek at Dean's book selection, anticipating the subject to be nothing short of utterly ridiculous. ]
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[Dean quips, laughing. Oh man, he is just like Sam. This is beautiful.
He snaps his book shut, tossing it to one side and grabbing another. The only possibilities he has on The Operator right now relate to lore about pagan gods, but Dean really can't remember anything about tons of noodly arms.
He does notice, however, that his new pal Phil appears interested in what he's doing, if only vaguely. Dean raises an eyebrow at him.]
...you wanna help? It's for the welfare of mankind. Consider it your civic duty.
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The welfare of mankind.
[ If that's true then it would give him huge bonus in the 'I'm not actually a massive dick who uses people for ritual sacrifices' sector, but so far he sounds suspicious.
That guy and the welfare of mankind? He finds that hard to believe. ]
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[Oh-so nonchalant. By now, Dean really doesn't bother explaining too much to people unless they ask, because it's a hassle.]
Saving people, hunting things. [He shrugs.] The family business.
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You--
[ He drops the book he was holding, flinches and hurriedly scrambles to pick it up and focus on Dean again. ]
Are you-- Are you serious?
{ Don't be ridiculous, monkey. Just look at the guy! What do you think he can do, exorcise evil with the power of godawful 80s rock?
You know I'm all for you makin' more monkey friends so I can watch you screw things up royally, just don't get your hopes up thinkin' he or any of you could stand the lick of a chance against me. }
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Yeeeeah.
[Dean replies slowly, furrowing his brow. What the Hell is wrong with Philip? Aside from the obvious.]
Why? You know anything, dude? 'Cause if you got information on the tentacular-spectacular freak-show wonder living in the creepy woods outside the house, I'd be grateful.
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