[ Dean walks off, and Geralt gives it a minute before he follows. Crouches down in front of Dean.
Yeah. He knows. Dean hasn't pulled him into anything. They're friends. Bullshit comes with that. Fuck knows Dean isn't the only one whose problems have come onto Geralt's doorstep, and Geralt is well aware his own have converted onto others. Onto people he cares about deeply. Jaskier, Julie, Sam. Dean in return. It's a consequence he has accepted. Because the alternative is to push them all away, tell himself he needs none of them and they do not need him.
He's tried that. Didn't end well. So.
His gaze lands on the scar that's no longer a scar. Blazing now, almost as though it's grown into a festering wound. He frowns.
Not good is putting it lightly. Now that Dean's revealed it to him, now that it's more than just a scar he's glimpsed in passing, he realizes there's a shape to it that more accurately resembles a rune. What. The Heralds branded him? Is that what Dean means? No. That isn't right. He'd seen the scar long before then. Weeks ago. In the scrapyard. Hadn't given it much thought. Wait—
Follow me here. What does...? ]
Your memories. When I saw you shortly after you told me they returned, you had this. [ Understanding settles over him, inch by steady inch. ] What marked you? Is this to do with Lucifer?
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Yeah. He knows. Dean hasn't pulled him into anything. They're friends. Bullshit comes with that. Fuck knows Dean isn't the only one whose problems have come onto Geralt's doorstep, and Geralt is well aware his own have converted onto others. Onto people he cares about deeply. Jaskier, Julie, Sam. Dean in return. It's a consequence he has accepted. Because the alternative is to push them all away, tell himself he needs none of them and they do not need him.
He's tried that. Didn't end well. So.
His gaze lands on the scar that's no longer a scar. Blazing now, almost as though it's grown into a festering wound. He frowns.
Not good is putting it lightly. Now that Dean's revealed it to him, now that it's more than just a scar he's glimpsed in passing, he realizes there's a shape to it that more accurately resembles a rune. What. The Heralds branded him? Is that what Dean means? No. That isn't right. He'd seen the scar long before then. Weeks ago. In the scrapyard. Hadn't given it much thought. Wait—
Follow me here. What does...? ]
Your memories. When I saw you shortly after you told me they returned, you had this. [ Understanding settles over him, inch by steady inch. ] What marked you? Is this to do with Lucifer?