( That sudden yank leaves him wild-eyed, startled, tensing as though he's preparing for a blow to come from Geralt himself — only to register the threat passing beside him a second later, the delayed click that he just had his ass pulled out of the line of fire.
Geralt has his full attention, and yet somehow Dean still seems just a little uncomprehending. Struck with disbelief or indecision, rooted, the desire to peel away and look back still yanking at him ceaselessly.
That is not your brother.
How can he be sure?
Leave it. )
I can't.
( There's that twisting conflict on full display, a little desperate, a lot apologetic. It's just not in his biological programing to leave Sam behind, if there's even the slightest chance that's him. )
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Geralt has his full attention, and yet somehow Dean still seems just a little uncomprehending. Struck with disbelief or indecision, rooted, the desire to peel away and look back still yanking at him ceaselessly.
That is not your brother.
How can he be sure?
Leave it. )
I can't.
( There's that twisting conflict on full display, a little desperate, a lot apologetic. It's just not in his biological programing to leave Sam behind, if there's even the slightest chance that's him. )