[ Fair question. Geralt only tilts his head—an indication that he understands why Castiel is asking. ]
Yes. Dean's seen...pieces of me, too.
[ Equally buried deep, equally fucked. He leaves it at that. Between spilled memories, shared dreams—they've crossed into each other's minds far too much. By the time he'd told Dean he'd seen the memory, Dean hadn't even flinched. They were well past that point.
Geralt doesn't like it. These forced revelations. But if it had to be anyone, then better it's Dean. If nothing else, they have an understanding. ]
You missed a few things. [ You know. On the chance that wasn't evident. ]
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Yes. Dean's seen...pieces of me, too.
[ Equally buried deep, equally fucked. He leaves it at that. Between spilled memories, shared dreams—they've crossed into each other's minds far too much. By the time he'd told Dean he'd seen the memory, Dean hadn't even flinched. They were well past that point.
Geralt doesn't like it. These forced revelations. But if it had to be anyone, then better it's Dean. If nothing else, they have an understanding. ]
You missed a few things. [ You know. On the chance that wasn't evident. ]