30: [Mass-Text] Have You Ever Seen the Rain

[dashboardlite]

I'm sorry.

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voice; because texting is hard with one hand :|

[lingeringmedusa]

[Sup Dean. Little girl voice here to talk at you.]

This is a much stranger place than I thought at first.

[Text]

[dashboardlite]

[He's not talking to anyone. Not yet. His voice is too shaky.

And it's the little girl, isn't it?

He knows that voice.]

Are you okay?

[That's all he wants to know.]

voice;

[lingeringmedusa]

I am.

Are you Dean Winchester?

[text]

[dashboardlite]

...yeah.

I'm sorry.

[text]

[40410]

[ Alex hasn't spoken to Dean since that one fruitless ghost-killing lesson. But, not for nothing, this sounds like someone in a situation he's intimately familiar with. The whole Rabbit Doubt thing makes it easy to guess what Dean might be apologising for.

He nearly passes it by, but... events. Making you do bad things. The guilt you feel afterwards. He's compelled to answer. ]

Did the event get you?

[ Quite different, and worse, than 'did somebody get you during the event'. ]

[text]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean "murders" for a living, but only the bad guys.

Never innocents, particularly not children.]

I killed a lot of people.

[text]

[40410]

Wonderland made you do it.

[ It wouldn't make him personally feel better, but hey, good intentions. ]

[text]

[dashboardlite]

[No. No, it's really not reassuring. At all.]

That's what they tell me. I almost|

[He stops, hesitating, before writing the rest.]

I almost killed my best friend.

[video]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Oh, it's Philip's voice all right. And he sounds perfectly fine, why, cheerful even! ]

Sorry for what? You didn't even manage to finish the job.

[voice]

[dashboardlite]

[That's...weird. And unexpected. Dean isn't exactly jumping at the chance to see Philip face-to-face, so he keeps it audio-related for now.

But his voice doesn't sound so great, either. A little scratchy from lack of use and too much whiskey.]

...you're not pissed?

[Excuse his incredulity.]

[persistently video]

[sadfreezingbrit]

Why would I be? Look, other friends play cards or go to museums, but I'm not really good at cards and you'd probably hate museums even if we had any, so... instead we just get drunk and whine about our father issues or get together and maim each other on occasion.

[ He smiles, as if what he was saying was perfectly normal, everyday Philip advice. ]

It's just a... different friendship dynamic, that's all.

[audio -> video]

[dashboardlite]

[Sure, they have an unusual dynamic, but Dean is fairly sure that "companionable maiming" isn't the best thing about being friends with Philip. It's about accepting someone no matter what awful, supernatural forces are influencing their lives. Feeling comfortable enough to tell a person about your family when disclosing information isn't your forte.

He switches to video.]

So...we're...we're okay? Even though I chased you around like Jack Torrance?

[Dean remembers the expression of sheer horror on Philip's face. The fear. Forgiveness can't be that easy.]

lettttt's... go with audio.

[itsahotone]

This sucks.

[Succinct and to the point, that's her!]

[audio]

[dashboardlite]

Yeah, it does.

[His voice is a little hoarse.]

How'd you- What happened to you? How...uh.

[The question being: How many people did you kill?]

[audio]

[itsahotone]

...Just what are you asking me?

[audio]

[dashboardlite]

[Balls.

Are you dealing with it okay?

[She's only a teenager. A cheerleader. She shouldn't have to experience shit like this.]

[private text forever]

[akapeanut]

I'd say I told you so but that just seems especially mean right now.

Sorry.

[private text]

[dashboardlite]

Surprisingly, that makes me feel better.

[akapeanut]

How?

[dashboardlite]

Because I deserve it.