[ Geralt sails through the air and lands like a freaking jungle cat, looking about as feral. Cas takes in his ghoulish new features - the black eyes, dark veins stark underneath pale skin, and the claws. He’d been warned about the eyes, but this is another level. If he’d met Geralt like this back home, there’d be no questions asked before trying to put him down.
Respect for the man remains, and solidifies the suspicion he won’t be cowed so easily. His friendship with Geralt filters back through the heavy memories of home rapidly dumped into his mind, but the desperate need to protect roars at the forefront. Castiel’s acutely aware of the demon behind him desecrating Dean’s soul, and shoots a sharp look as the blue glow fades from his eyes, not completely losing sight of Geralt in his periphery. ]
Stay down.
[ cas all but growls at the demon wearing his best friend’s face, voice all gravel and promises of retribution should he disobey. He trusts Jo and Sam to handle Dean while he’s occupied with the witcher gone dad level murder mode.
There’s probably better ways, more diplomatic, more pacifistic ways to go about this, but Castiel loses sight of those ideals the moment family’s threatened (Dean’s threatened). It isn’t lost on him how this altercation is a clash of two deeply similar traits they share, something Castiel’s admired Geralt for. He can’t blame him for the extremes gone to in protection of his daughter, and for the same reason, he can’t give back anything less than equal. There’s hardly limits on what Cas would do to protect his loved ones, so he assumes the same. It’s unfortunate, but he won’t underestimate what Geralt’s capable of. ]
You will not touch Dean again.
[ Spoken to the tune of you shall not pass. He vaults towards Geralt, well aware of how formidable the Witcher is and determined to keep him from gaining even an inch of ground back towards his charge. Dust kicks up in a red cloud around the two as Cas slams into him. Hands grab at Geralt’s throat, wrestle for his sword arm. No angel blades, he isn’t interested in grievously wounding him, only establishing some measure of control, as he seethes. ]
no subject
Respect for the man remains, and solidifies the suspicion he won’t be cowed so easily. His friendship with Geralt filters back through the heavy memories of home rapidly dumped into his mind, but the desperate need to protect roars at the forefront. Castiel’s acutely aware of the demon behind him desecrating Dean’s soul, and shoots a sharp look as the blue glow fades from his eyes, not completely losing sight of Geralt in his periphery. ]
Stay down.
[ cas all but growls at the demon wearing his best friend’s face, voice all gravel and promises of retribution should he disobey. He trusts Jo and Sam to handle Dean while he’s occupied with the witcher gone dad level murder mode.
There’s probably better ways, more diplomatic, more pacifistic ways to go about this, but Castiel loses sight of those ideals the moment family’s threatened (Dean’s threatened). It isn’t lost on him how this altercation is a clash of two deeply similar traits they share, something Castiel’s admired Geralt for. He can’t blame him for the extremes gone to in protection of his daughter, and for the same reason, he can’t give back anything less than equal. There’s hardly limits on what Cas would do to protect his loved ones, so he assumes the same. It’s unfortunate, but he won’t underestimate what Geralt’s capable of. ]
You will not touch Dean again.
[ Spoken to the tune of you shall not pass. He vaults towards Geralt, well aware of how formidable the Witcher is and determined to keep him from gaining even an inch of ground back towards his charge. Dust kicks up in a red cloud around the two as Cas slams into him. Hands grab at Geralt’s throat, wrestle for his sword arm. No angel blades, he isn’t interested in grievously wounding him, only establishing some measure of control, as he seethes. ]
Find your daughter and leave.