[ Geralt’s hand finds fabric first and melts straight through to Castiel’s skin, searing white hot as the sizzle and stink of burning flesh permeates. Bared, gritted teeth conceal a roaring groan of pain, determined to push through it as he finds himself on his back, eyes sharp but wild, already reaching for the dagger Geralt hovers over him. But Sam soon intersects them, wedging a safe distance for Cas to his feet again. While he hears Sam, knows he’s making sense, his eyes never leave the Witcher. Pacing backwards toward the dog pile on Dean, he knows Jo and Sam Winchester won’t be able to restrain the demon for long. But Geralt’s still stalking towards Dean. A sleeve gets dragged over Castiel's eyes, smearing the sick, viscous black seeping from his wounds away from his vision. It'll take more concentration to heal it than he can spare, so for now, it remains.
It appear to be a retreat, Cas rapidly moving back towards Dean and the others. Sam Wilson wants a stop to the fighting, and Cas hopes he'll intercede if Geralt lunges again, but he can't risk either Jo or his own Sam being thrown into rocks again. ]
Your daughter, Geralt. Go. [ Ciri’s defended herself effectively, the three of them have a window to fuck off with. In Castiel’s mind, it’s over, end of conflict. ] Dean's ours.
[ he didn’t miss Sam’s harsh whisper, they will kill you, and the other Sam’s request for a plan. Once close enough, he motions Dean's brother to make room and takes up the space, twists Dean's arm up behind his back, looping his own over Dean's chest to seatbelt him in against Cas's torso. He turns enough he can half-shield Dean with his body from Geralt, should he choose to javelin a sword or dagger at them. finally, with a minimal, piano wire tense space to breathe and collect his mind, he can get back to Sam Wilson's original ask - a plan.
a stuttered moment passes, as he filters back through the intense dream he emerged from, panicked and desperate to bring dean back under his protective proverbial wing (from prison, from Billie, from six weeks of not knowing if he's alive, from his own failure to ensure his safety), and the years of events cluttered in. he frowns, shakes his head, and it comes from him like an abrupt realization. ]
It’s reversible. This happens back home, we— [ A pauses, another second of thinking, interrupted by a nervous glance to check geralt isn't inching too close, isn't reaching for weapons, and he shoots a look to Sam Winchester. He'll understand, he can translate to the others, so Cas can keep his focus on the time bomb in his arms, and the feral beast stalking round. ] We reversed it with the last trial from the Demon Tablet, like Crowley.
[ you know the one, with the purifying and the human blood and the syringes. ]
The Mark was removed with a spell from the Book of the Damned.
[ That’s the harder sell. No book here, no Rowena. They still need an alternative, unless Cas can somehow regurgitate what pieces he saw and utterly did not understand of the spell. Highly unlikely. But this problem, the demon, they can solve. So long as Geralt doesn’t kill him first. ]
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It appear to be a retreat, Cas rapidly moving back towards Dean and the others. Sam Wilson wants a stop to the fighting, and Cas hopes he'll intercede if Geralt lunges again, but he can't risk either Jo or his own Sam being thrown into rocks again. ]
Your daughter, Geralt. Go. [ Ciri’s defended herself effectively, the three of them have a window to fuck off with. In Castiel’s mind, it’s over, end of conflict. ] Dean's ours.
[ he didn’t miss Sam’s harsh whisper, they will kill you, and the other Sam’s request for a plan. Once close enough, he motions Dean's brother to make room and takes up the space, twists Dean's arm up behind his back, looping his own over Dean's chest to seatbelt him in against Cas's torso. He turns enough he can half-shield Dean with his body from Geralt, should he choose to javelin a sword or dagger at them. finally, with a minimal, piano wire tense space to breathe and collect his mind, he can get back to Sam Wilson's original ask - a plan.
a stuttered moment passes, as he filters back through the intense dream he emerged from, panicked and desperate to bring dean back under his protective proverbial wing (from prison, from Billie, from six weeks of not knowing if he's alive, from his own failure to ensure his safety), and the years of events cluttered in. he frowns, shakes his head, and it comes from him like an abrupt realization. ]
It’s reversible. This happens back home, we— [ A pauses, another second of thinking, interrupted by a nervous glance to check geralt isn't inching too close, isn't reaching for weapons, and he shoots a look to Sam Winchester. He'll understand, he can translate to the others, so Cas can keep his focus on the time bomb in his arms, and the feral beast stalking round. ] We reversed it with the last trial from the Demon Tablet, like Crowley.
[ you know the one, with the purifying and the human blood and the syringes. ]
The Mark was removed with a spell from the Book of the Damned.
[ That’s the harder sell. No book here, no Rowena. They still need an alternative, unless Cas can somehow regurgitate what pieces he saw and utterly did not understand of the spell. Highly unlikely. But this problem, the demon, they can solve. So long as Geralt doesn’t kill him first. ]