[ perhaps that is exactly where their trust lies. there's still something unsettled in sam's chest at all of this, but it isn't about him. it isn't about what he wants. he knows, more than anything, that if dean - or whatever is left of him - makes any sort of move on ciri, that will be it. for now, all he can do is hope it doesn't come to that.

not a fucking clue and sam shakes his head, every idea coming to mind something that he could have accomplished back home, not here. dean could be anywhere at this point, could be in thorne or at the singularity itself. he could also be waiting outside of mag's, waiting for them.

but geralt says leave that to him, and that's something sam can do without worry. and when he shows the sigil, sam nods, one of his hands moving to his shoulder. where the tattoo dean gave him still is. ] I've seen it before, I can work on setting those up around their place. [ he'll take the parchment even so, if only as an easy reference. ]

You too. [ sam pauses, presses his lips into a thin line, thinking about dean's worry over this exact thing. thinking about how much the very possibility had torn away at him. ] You know where to find me if you need backup with anything else.