Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

[righteously]

Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Castiel, Ciri, Geralt, Jaskier, Sam Wilson, probably others that I'm forgetting
When: Last week and a half of May
Where: Cadens, the bad lands, and the Winchester-Harvelle house
What: Demon Dean triggers his master plan to snatch Ciri and take her to the singularity to portal him off-world. The gang catches up and things get violent before Dean is eventually subdued and cured.
Warnings: Demons trying to be as demonic as possible, with all the gross violence and mean language that entails. Also, needles.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛' 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦
𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒
𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐴 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐴 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤
𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤

Comments

[unwings]

[ cas squints, not sure what geralt's parents have to do with this, but- oh, right, forgive me father. ]

No, that's not— [ you know what, the explanation really isn't worth it, nor is going over all issues with the human set up for clergy. best to just skip it. ] I'm not a priest anyway, that part doesn't really matter.

[ geralt, cas imagines, has about as long a list as dean and sam would. long, considering his age. surely sam couldn't have recalled every moment in his life that might've been considered a sin. it's likely this is probably more about intention and reflection, and they certainly do not have all day and next week. the thread of anxiety at leaving dean unguarded (from himself or others not entirely on board with the current plan) is pulling taut.

he and geralt have shared a decent amount of personal things in the past, but every second of moral greyness is a little much. let's get this moving. ]

If you just want to hit the major points, that should suffice.

[gynvael]

[ How much of this is ritualistic and how much of the precise steps truly matters? As with most things ceremonial and magic, it can lean either way. Castiel doesn't appear concerned about the specifics, at least, so Geralt goes with that.

He's still not happy with the angel risking Ciri for the sake of his friend. But they've other problems to contend with right now.

Luckily, Geralt hasn't many qualms laying his supposed sins bare. His reputation in Blaviken has shadowed him for decades; he does not much give a fuck about hiding the choices he's made where monsters and men are concerned.

Geralt shifts his weight, rolls his memories back a century, and—after a long pause—offers the highlights in the flattest tone imaginable:

• Killing, of an unspecified sum (a lot)


• The dozen or so times he engaged in bread theft in the Kaer Morhen pantry with his brothers


• Aiding another man in cucking, by association (a bard, who will remain unnamed)


• Being a shit friend that one time, or multiple times depending on who you ask (a bard, who will remain unnamed)


• Attempts at killing


• General fuckery to cover other deeds Castiel's doctrine finds objectionable (likely the inordinate amount of premarital sex with various genders and species, which frankly does not occur to Geralt as an act that merits confessing)

That'll do, probably. He indicates with his hand for the angel to do his part and. Absolve him or...something. ]

drive-by

[cointosser]

[Jaskier hasn't really been paying much attention because this is all a sort of nebulous, stupid magic that he doesn't have much will in him to try to understand. It's not as if sins are necessarily a foreign concept to those from the Continent, it's only that... well, what's a man in a desert got to do with it? There's plenty of men in the bloody desert.

Though Jaskier does have an inkling this might be involved with the Santa Claus man. How many men could they have that you confess sins to, anyway?

Jaskier sits back and only perks up when Geralt begins to confess. For the most part he's -- all right, he's not exactly neutral as he listens, but he's remaining quiet, except for a "yes, multiple times" and "absolutely" and "well, you forgot about the one -- oh, no, there it is."

He's helping.]

I would also include the multiple times you've cursed at me for attempting to ride Roach when I was suffering from foot sores, or when you stopped me from killing Valdo Marx, or -- you know, specifically when you left me on the mountain when I was wearing the wrong shoes -- that is separate entirely from the other times you were a shit friend, thank you.

[A few more mentions of murder...]

This goes without mentioning the times in which you insulted my singing, or insinuated my lack of intelligence, or told me to fuck off (an indeterminable amount, to be sure).

I think that's most of it. Eh, at least fifty percent. Surely that's enough for Sir Claus. Good job, Geralt.

[unwings]

[ castiel nods along as geralt touches on each topic. It's pretty standard, about what cas was expecting, though the cuckolding has the angel tilting his head. the review of his sex life is plenty more than was needed, and cas makes a mental note to seek out geralt for any future intercourse related questions. but, after meeting chuck, cas gets the impression he's not as concerned about the premarital sex. before he's able to tell geralt, jaskier appears, with his own inventory of confessions.

he's about to interject to say the confession doesn't really count if someone else does it for you, but jaskier seems like he's on a roll. apparently he needed to vent some things. alright, well, pop off. as the list goes on, and on, and on, castiel's squinted gaze and arched brow gradually shift back to geralt. he has many questions, not the least of all being who is sir claus? but this routine isn't meant to be a discussion, really. ]

Three Hail Mary's, and... apologize to Jaskier.

[ you've been a bad friend, geralt, you can't just leave your buddy on a mountain, it's rude. cas hands the witcher a scrap of paper with the prayer written on it, muttering "just read it silently three times". right, well. confession sorted. time to wrap it up. ]

You are forgiven.

[ cas recites, and just for good measure, reaches out to give geralt a healing tap to the forehead, in case it helps with whatever impurity purging is supposed to be happening right now. his post-elixir hangover and nausea are now gone, his battle wounds are mended, his skin is clear. ]

Um. Go with God?

[gynvael]

[ A look that can only be described as patient exasperation takes over Geralt's expression with each interjection. A man who has endured this many times before and understands he will do so many times more. ]

Jaskier—

[ Too fucking late. Jaskier has the momentum of a spiteful boulder pushed off the very mountain he was left upon. Which, he apologized to Jaskier already so it just. Leaves him to read the prayer. Thankfully, in silence. How Geralt prefers to do everything.

He squints at the angel as the healing sweeps through him. What—? ]

You should ask before you do that.

[ Some people do not enjoy magic being performed on them without warning. Call it age-old trauma, even if he appreciates not bleeding from multiple stab wounds. Unfortunately, what spell graced him with the effects of the elixir is not so easily shaken off, but he feels less like shit and probably will not vomit a second time. He'll take it.

He sighs again. Mm. Right. Time to offer up his sinless blood. Geralt does not go with God, but he does go with Jaskier, who he supposes would claim is the next best thing (or better, no doubt.)

He needs a fucking drink. ]