[ Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately, in Castiel's eyes—Geralt's been both preoccupied and generally elusive himself, and thus hasn't a single fucking idea the angel is currently knocking on death's door. As far as he's aware, Castiel's just shut himself away, mourning the loss of his closest friend.
Until now.
He makes an irritated sound not directed at Castiel. It's the same answer Lucifer gave him, that's all. Nothing of consequence. Nothing useful. Threats, fucking around, the usual. He doesn't expect the demon to be helpful, but Dean must want something to answer their calls and make himself known. Otherwise, why bother? Or is he simply bored? Hard to say. Geralt doesn't like it. This creature wearing the face of his friend. It seems capable of drawing on Dean's memories, even mimic his speech patterns to a degree, but...
His brows knit together. Normally, Geralt would not ask further. Not his business. But now this has become precisely that. ]
no subject
Until now.
He makes an irritated sound not directed at Castiel. It's the same answer Lucifer gave him, that's all. Nothing of consequence. Nothing useful. Threats, fucking around, the usual. He doesn't expect the demon to be helpful, but Dean must want something to answer their calls and make himself known. Otherwise, why bother? Or is he simply bored? Hard to say. Geralt doesn't like it. This creature wearing the face of his friend. It seems capable of drawing on Dean's memories, even mimic his speech patterns to a degree, but...
His brows knit together. Normally, Geralt would not ask further. Not his business. But now this has become precisely that. ]
What truth?