[ He does? Of course he does. Who doesn't Sam fucking know? Even simpler, then. They're already friends. Unless Dean happens to find Sam intolerable, but it doesn't sound that way and the chances of that are slim. He can count on one hand the number of people who do not get along easily with Sam. Ironically one of them being Ciri.
Dean's irritation seems to roll off Geralt as easily as water over oil. His expression is not openly sympathetic, nor anything close to the sort—but there's something contemplative in it, even as he matches the sarcasm with his own dryness. ] I don't doubt you'll find his hand just as pleasant to hold. He'll get you where you need.
[ Sam is good, in other words. Reliable. However much his word is worth; they barely know each other, but Dean's followed him here and sought his help, so Geralt presumes there's a certain level of understanding between them. It's not trust, exactly, but perhaps along the lines wherein neither of them believe the other is liable to stab them in the back at this stage in time. ]
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Dean's irritation seems to roll off Geralt as easily as water over oil. His expression is not openly sympathetic, nor anything close to the sort—but there's something contemplative in it, even as he matches the sarcasm with his own dryness. ] I don't doubt you'll find his hand just as pleasant to hold. He'll get you where you need.
[ Sam is good, in other words. Reliable. However much his word is worth; they barely know each other, but Dean's followed him here and sought his help, so Geralt presumes there's a certain level of understanding between them. It's not trust, exactly, but perhaps along the lines wherein neither of them believe the other is liable to stab them in the back at this stage in time. ]