He gets the sense Sam is feeling his way around, but Geralt is frankly a poor option to do so with. His silence continues; he volunteers no further details. The curse is only their most recent stint of shit. Where he and Dean are concerned, there's a lot of ground to cover—and he doesn't want to get into it at the moment, the fact that he is rare to trust another person, rarer to trust another human who proclaims to be a hunter of monsters.

Dean is an exception. And having met Jo, now Sam—so far, Dean continues to remain one.

There is no we. His connection is with Dean and Dean alone. In the same breath Sam aims to include them as one, Geralt separates them again.

"I am not," he replies. Unhesitating, like he's never given the idea a second thought. "For you, I can't answer."

A beat. Sam, unlike Dean, is a little less straightforward to discern, full of carefully trimmed words. He finds himself backtracking to Dean can be a little nearsighted. Whether Sam meant his current remark to build on that or not—it's how Geralt reads it.

"You don't trust me around your brother."