[ you're the angel, ah, so he's met dean (unless one of the few others he's told here took to advertising it). not a thing he typically hears announced to him, surprise arches a brow, stutters his walk (limp), before cas gives a tired nod. ]
I am.
[ hard to feel it at present, healing so diminished and no angel radio buzzing through the back of his mind. being outcast from heaven on earth felt isolating, but it pales in comparison to cut off entirely. yet, he's made more companions (acquaintances? comrades? friends?) here than he did in eons at home, so perhaps alone is relative.
this man's name, Geralt, it rings familiar, more and more as they take this path to where he'd first heard it, cas squinting thoughtfully at him until it sinks in. ]
You sent Dean to Sam Wilson.
[ attention now rapt on Geralt, castiel's eyes abandon the path in front of him to zero in, examining, studying, (staring at), this person who'd been kind to his dearest friend. the eyes, hair, the few scars cas can see. after a moment of quiet attention, the delayed rhythm of his heart beat too. He can’t fathom a guess at what Geralt is, beside unordinary, but it’s oddly reassuring knowing he isn’t the only semi-foreign being in a human city, even amongst the Summoned. ]
no subject
I am.
[ hard to feel it at present, healing so diminished and no angel radio buzzing through the back of his mind. being outcast from heaven on earth felt isolating, but it pales in comparison to cut off entirely. yet, he's made more companions (acquaintances? comrades? friends?) here than he did in eons at home, so perhaps alone is relative.
this man's name, Geralt, it rings familiar, more and more as they take this path to where he'd first heard it, cas squinting thoughtfully at him until it sinks in. ]
You sent Dean to Sam Wilson.
[ attention now rapt on Geralt, castiel's eyes abandon the path in front of him to zero in, examining, studying, (staring at), this person who'd been kind to his dearest friend. the eyes, hair, the few scars cas can see. after a moment of quiet attention, the delayed rhythm of his heart beat too. He can’t fathom a guess at what Geralt is, beside unordinary, but it’s oddly reassuring knowing he isn’t the only semi-foreign being in a human city, even amongst the Summoned. ]