[ cas offers a soft smile, sensing the rare sincerity and grateful for geralt's candor with it all. ]
It isn't often we - Dean, his brother and I - find a companion with, um, equal life experience, that becomes a staple in their lives. [ meaning, doesn't die, or betray them (be betrayed by them), or disappear. ] Dean, in particular, is hesitant to form connections. I believe the time with you has done him well.
[ dean would deny how emotional and needing of a creature he is until kingdom come, but being a hunter and world-saver doesn't change the whole being human condition. cas could lecture him on it for an eternity and it'd be like trying to move a mountain with a sternly worded letter. someone like geralt arriving and fulfilling that for him is a small miracle.
a comfortable silence settles for a time, meditative as the atmosphere sums up to small waves lapping against warmed rocks, steam dancing clouds through the air, cool night air prickling skin. many humans don't fully appreciate the peace in stillness. he's grateful geralt does.
eyes on the open night sky, cas lets the memory in question drown out his thoughts. the call to serve, the gruesome battle through hell, and the brilliant gleaming soul he discovered in the muck and mire of the pit. the agonizing process of rebuilding, reforming a man from a single spark of life, carding through joy and horrific trauma, slotting the pieces back together, every ecstatic and agonizing memory in its place. he eventually picks up where the conversation diverted. ]
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It isn't often we - Dean, his brother and I - find a companion with, um, equal life experience, that becomes a staple in their lives. [ meaning, doesn't die, or betray them (be betrayed by them), or disappear. ] Dean, in particular, is hesitant to form connections. I believe the time with you has done him well.
[ dean would deny how emotional and needing of a creature he is until kingdom come, but being a hunter and world-saver doesn't change the whole being human condition. cas could lecture him on it for an eternity and it'd be like trying to move a mountain with a sternly worded letter. someone like geralt arriving and fulfilling that for him is a small miracle.
a comfortable silence settles for a time, meditative as the atmosphere sums up to small waves lapping against warmed rocks, steam dancing clouds through the air, cool night air prickling skin. many humans don't fully appreciate the peace in stillness. he's grateful geralt does.
eyes on the open night sky, cas lets the memory in question drown out his thoughts. the call to serve, the gruesome battle through hell, and the brilliant gleaming soul he discovered in the muck and mire of the pit. the agonizing process of rebuilding, reforming a man from a single spark of life, carding through joy and horrific trauma, slotting the pieces back together, every ecstatic and agonizing memory in its place. he eventually picks up where the conversation diverted. ]
How much was it, that you saw of that memory?