[ Or. Geralt can't say for certain. Eskel had not been thoroughly consumed, but so much of him was swallowed whole that it'd left them with only one choice to make. Where the safety of the others is concerned, Geralt doesn't know if the distinction here will make a difference. Not when it comes to what needs to be done.
Dean didn't merely vanish. Jo was awash in his blood. The body carried out to sea. What could be left? Does it matter when Dean has made his threats all the same, when he has shown no sign of his former self? Perhaps if it'd not been weeks, Geralt may have been more inclined, more determined, to search for the remnants of his friend. But he's mourned Dean. For all intents and purposes, Dean was dead, is laid to rest. He'd begun to move on.
It does not feel as though Dean has returned in any way. It feels as though a monster has taken the face of his friend and worn it to fuck with him.
The look he gives Sam says they both know what he'll say. The only thing he can say. He is not apologetic, but underneath his steely determination, he can't help wishing for another solution. It isn't how he wanted things to go. ] I'm going to make sure he can't hurt anyone.
[ He's lost enough. The more he's found to protect, the more willing he is to do anything to keep what he has safe.
And in truth, Sam is included in that category. A part of him worries about asking Sam for this favour, about putting him in Dean's sights. Sam is only human. He hasn't a single fucking idea what Dean is capable of as some sort of demonic entity come back to life. But he understands Sam would feel worse about being kept in the dark. Jaskier had made him promise not to do this alone, if he needn't. Geralt wants to keep that promise. ]
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Dean didn't merely vanish. Jo was awash in his blood. The body carried out to sea. What could be left? Does it matter when Dean has made his threats all the same, when he has shown no sign of his former self? Perhaps if it'd not been weeks, Geralt may have been more inclined, more determined, to search for the remnants of his friend. But he's mourned Dean. For all intents and purposes, Dean was dead, is laid to rest. He'd begun to move on.
It does not feel as though Dean has returned in any way. It feels as though a monster has taken the face of his friend and worn it to fuck with him.
The look he gives Sam says they both know what he'll say. The only thing he can say. He is not apologetic, but underneath his steely determination, he can't help wishing for another solution. It isn't how he wanted things to go. ] I'm going to make sure he can't hurt anyone.
[ He's lost enough. The more he's found to protect, the more willing he is to do anything to keep what he has safe.
And in truth, Sam is included in that category. A part of him worries about asking Sam for this favour, about putting him in Dean's sights. Sam is only human. He hasn't a single fucking idea what Dean is capable of as some sort of demonic entity come back to life. But he understands Sam would feel worse about being kept in the dark. Jaskier had made him promise not to do this alone, if he needn't. Geralt wants to keep that promise. ]