One morning jog up to Dean's room [18/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ For Philip the last 1 1/2 weeks were-- Actually, let's not talk about the last 1 1/2 weeks. Let's just say that being wide awake at night was what he expected and that the hunger made sense, given that he hadn't been able to keep any food down for a while now... and didn't particularly feel like trying either

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean hasn't talked to Philip much lately. By " much", of course, the narration means for you to substitute it with "at all". Things have definitely gotten harder. Castiel has called him out for bitching numerous times. Grumpy and pissed off and sporting a generally foul mood for the private sphere and a facade of perfect happiness (The Dean Winchester version of it) for the public, things have been getting a little strained.

He wants to kill things with his bare hands.

Dean wants to do his goddamn job for once in this stupid place and stop hanging around, hating himself. Accounting for the fucked-up depth perception wasn't easy, but he can still shoot well. He can still use knife. Which is why having a mansion full of vampires constitutes as a field day.

Currently, though, he's dreaming sweet dreams about strippers and the days when he was allowed to actually go out and de-stress with a hunt. Or he was dreaming, until someone started pounding on the damn door.]

Fuckin' Christ, all I ask is four hours, minimum.

[Rubbing

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Seeing himself in the mirror made Philip believe that he had to talk to Dean, that this was the supernatural equivalent of a medical emergency. It didn't make the decision any easier though, nor did it make seeing Dean now any less difficult to bear.

...Even though Philip quickly found that ravenous hunger made for quite the distraction from his guilt.

See, physics guy was fairly certain that this was an event. Consequently he was fairly certain that Dean would be affected as well. He expected to find him equally changed but infinitely more prepared to know how to deal with this.

He didn't expect to find him human and smelling like a free breakfast buffet.

So whatever Philip meant to say in an urgent voice now gets lost as he stares at Dean, mouth agape, unable to do anything but listen to the throbbing of his pulse and think of the delicious blood pumping through his veins so close under his exposed skin.

And that look Dean is getting now? That's some Mirror Phil grade leering right there. ]

[dashboardlite]

[The instant he opens the door, Dean feels it. Even after months of not hunting, months of sitting on his ass and waiting for something to happen, letting some of him grow rusty, he can still smell it. It crackles in the air and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, just like it does with every supernatural thing he's ever encountered.

Just the way his father trained him.

It's not just Philip, either. The whole hallway is steeped in the scent of ozone, and every latent hunting instinct Dean has let fall into disrepair revs up and shudders through him like a lightning bolt.

There are few things that really bother Dean. Philip staring at him like he's a New York strip steak is one of them.]

Phil.

[Unwilling to take chances like the last time he invited Philip in, Dean takes a step back and to one side, gesturing that he come in. Not completely positive on the reason for Phil's sudden interest in his bare chest, Dean shuts the door behind his friend and locks it.I know you didn't come over here just to be a pain in

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Philip follows Dean inside and notices with no small amount of displeasure that he isn't so much accepting his invitation as he's trailing after him like a donkey following a carrot on a stick.

He stays close at first, but the sound of Dean's heart is almost too much to bear. Dean might as well be lying naked on a giant plate with an apple in his mouth, surrounded by blinking neon signs that say EAT ME.

Philip takes a step back. His head hurts.

Somewhere deep down he almost can't believe that he isn't giving their last encounter so much as one second thought, he should-- No. No, there it is. One thought. One thought about how Dean's eye tasted fantastic, about how he wants more, more--

He takes a second step back. Swallows. ]

I've got...

[ Finding the right words in a difficult situation is not exactly his forte on a good day, but when his focus his so far off, when all his senses are buzzing with sensations that make his stomach knot hungrily then he... then he-- ]

I think-

[ He takes one last step away from Dean, closes