[ What the fuck. Geralt stares right back. His wariness is for other reasons entirely—that people should not be showing up in a place like this. He met Dean in the woods, came here with the two of them alone. These doorways, he expects to be filled with monsters, corpses. Not actual people, existing as though there aren't bloodstains in the room next door.
His eyes go between Dean and. The brother. This entire exchange.
He hesitates. His mind tries to fill the missing pieces—perhaps Dean called his brother for help—but Sam says I've been looking for you over a year. If Dean has not spoken to Sam for that long, how would he know about the girl?
Of those Geralt has not trusted with this information, the only ones who know about Ciri want her. For their own reasons.
A prickle rises on the back of his neck. He shifts his weight—a subtle thing that maybe only someone like Dean would recognize as a man who's a step away from drawing his weapon. ]
no subject
His eyes go between Dean and. The brother. This entire exchange.
He hesitates. His mind tries to fill the missing pieces—perhaps Dean called his brother for help—but Sam says I've been looking for you over a year. If Dean has not spoken to Sam for that long, how would he know about the girl?
Of those Geralt has not trusted with this information, the only ones who know about Ciri want her. For their own reasons.
A prickle rises on the back of his neck. He shifts his weight—a subtle thing that maybe only someone like Dean would recognize as a man who's a step away from drawing his weapon. ]
What is she to you?