[ Frankly, Geralt would be inclined to agree if Dean ever voiced it. Dean's reality is not one he envies—a lifetime of hiding every piece of yourself. It sounds exhausting. He expects the man must find a certain freedom in shedding that side of hunting, now that he's here. ]
He was...sincere. [ This is the nicest thing Geralt can offer about Castiel's efforts. A pause—and then he fishes out a leather pouch. A sniff tells him this is the source of that smell.
It's also...moving. Wriggling, to be precise.
Wordlessly, he reaches inside and removes a very long, very thick centipede. It turns its sightless worm-like head to stare straight at Dean.
no subject
He was...sincere. [ This is the nicest thing Geralt can offer about Castiel's efforts. A pause—and then he fishes out a leather pouch. A sniff tells him this is the source of that smell.
It's also...moving. Wriggling, to be precise.
Wordlessly, he reaches inside and removes a very long, very thick centipede. It turns its sightless worm-like head to stare straight at Dean.
Ominous. ]