( Oh yeah, he picks up on that. Like recognizes like, and damn if there's anybody in the world that totally gets being way too protective about family, it's Dean Winchester. Seeing that flair up in anybody would have him shifting gears a little, but it's especially effective coming from Geralt.

He lets the answer flow out, sits through it patiently. Veers more toward conciliatory than defensive. )

Just so we're clear, I don't care about... whatever prophecy, or destiny or- whatever she has sticking to her where you're from. I know how that goes, and I know it's a load of horseshit. She's not a sword.

( Neither was he, no matter what the whole goddamn host of heaven tried to say. )

What I'm worried about is... ( A little struggle-brain pause while he tries to formulate the right way to put this. ) Some of the stuff I saw in those dreams... the monsters she brought through, the people that were after her, that... dark side version of herself?

( He's in way over his head here without any real details.

The point is: )

I got your back, but that doesn't mean a damn thing if I'm swinging blind. I'm gonna be about as useless as male nipples if something happens.