[ geralt doesn't seem the type to trust lightly, or freely, so it does carry significant weight to hear him speak so highly of dean. he understands - that's something markedly different about the man, so, preaching to the choir here. ]

Do humans often give you trouble? [ his brow furrows, but it does make sense. humans are usually wary of anything supernatural, most especially hunters. ] When we met, the first thing Dean did was stab me through the heart.

[ after pumping several shotgun rounds into his chest. eyes turn to the sky, watching it with geralt for a time and considering if he ought to expand beyond that. geralt's clearly trusted, and it wouldn't hurt from him to understand more of the story behind it all. where they each come from, what they fought through to get here. what heaven truly means to them. ]

Heaven aimed to use him as a tool. A vessel, for Michael, in an apocalyptic battle to the death. [ he ducks his head, watching the water ripple around his shoulders. even if he feels shame for his part in heaven's play at sacrificing dean and sam for the sake of a story, he'll never regret saving him from hell. ] I wasn't aware at the time.