[ Mm, yes. He does recall a stabbing mentioned somewhere in the annals of Dean and Castiel's relationship. They seem to have a mutual habit of attracting people who simply will not go away despite efforts to the contrary.
With only so many hands and room in their bags, Geralt decides they've gathered all the fruit they can. He sweeps the dangling vines out of the way. Since Dean can sprout wings now, Geralt doesn't hesitate to drop off the side to one of the waiting ledges beneath.
He cocks his head, acquiescing. Probably. ] Now you know. And you? Your...eyes?
[ Have they turned yellow again yet or was that an unusual case not to be replicated? He isn't worried, exactly, but with both of their records, it won't hurt to know. ]
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With only so many hands and room in their bags, Geralt decides they've gathered all the fruit they can. He sweeps the dangling vines out of the way. Since Dean can sprout wings now, Geralt doesn't hesitate to drop off the side to one of the waiting ledges beneath.
He cocks his head, acquiescing. Probably. ] Now you know. And you? Your...eyes?
[ Have they turned yellow again yet or was that an unusual case not to be replicated? He isn't worried, exactly, but with both of their records, it won't hurt to know. ]