A Common Enemy (Book 5)

Chapter Six

It had been a couple of hours now since Geralt had dropped his bomb shell. Once the guys finally understood what he was telling them, he had taken them into the den to show them. Sure enough, there had been Geralt on his very own television show called "The Witcher".

They were now sitting around the table in the Library drinking scotch, and trying to take in this new bit of information. Geralt was worse off than anyone else, and had already drank about five glasses of scotch, and was working on his sixth. Needing to use the bathroom, which Bobby had shown him earlier when he set him up with a room, he stood, but instead of moving towards the bathroom, he stumbled and almost fell. Dean, quick on his feet, moved quickly and grabbed him to stop his downward decent.

"Whoa! Okay, I think you're cut off for the night." Dean told him. Geralt, in his drunken state however, was not too thrilled with being told what to do, and he attempted to swing at Dean, cursing him.

"Piss off ya muck-spout!" Geralt spat at him. Dean gave him a surprised and slightly confused look, and looked to Sam and mouthed the word back at him. Sam, being Sam, knew exactly what the word meant, and smirked, covering his mouth to hide his grin and holding in his laughter while Dean continued to try and get Geralt off the floor without getting swung on again. Rowena finally jumped up and came to help him. Eventually, they managed to get Geralt off the floor, and Rowena escorted him to the bed room. Dean turned to his brother.

"Okay, quit hiding your grin and tell me what the hell he just called me." He said. Sam busted up laughing.

"Muck-spout is an old timey word for someone who talks and curses a lot!" Sam said, through a fit of laughter. Even Cas laughed at that. Dean just glared at them.

"Laugh it up, assholes" He grumbled, sitting down and finishing his glass of scotch. "Well, we aren't going to figure out anything tonight. I'm gonna hit the hay early, and we can pick back up tomorrow." Dean said, standing up and heading to his room. Sam followed shortly after.

The next morning, Sam and Dean were in the kitchen. Sam sat at the table drinking coffee, and Dean was cooking breakfast, when Geralt and Rowena entered. Rowena looked exactly the same as she had the day before, not a hair out of place. Geralt on the other hand, looked like he had slept rough. His long white hair was a frizzy mess, he had dark circles under his golden eyes, and the whites of his eyes were blood shot. He stopped and stared at the boys, blinking in the bright light. Rowena moved to the coffee maker and poured Geralt a cup of coffee, while Sam and Dean stared at the sight that greeted them.

"Here, drink this." Rowena said, handing him the cup. Turning to Sam and Dean she said, "Boys, you're staring. It's rude to stare." Both of them quickly went back to what they were doing, but kept shooting glances in Geralt's direction. Finally, when Geralt had drank about half of his cup of coffee, Dean spoke.

"How are you feeling this morning?" He said

Geralt looked up at him, giving him a fake smile. "Wonderful" He said, sarcastically. He went back to his coffee, and silence ensued while he stared at his cup thoughtfully. Finally he spoke again.

"Rowena tells me you guys ended up in one of those moving pictures once. How did you get out?" He asked

"Uh, that was a little different I think. That was a cursed object, and a ghost. A little boy who just wanted to be free from a very evil man. We promised to help him, and he sent us back and we put him to rest." Dean explained. Geralt nodded, and looked back down at his empty coffee cup.

"Geralt, Dear, do not fret. We will get you home." Rowena told him

"Yeah but, I don't know if I want to go back. I feel like everything I've ever known, is a lie." He said. Sam and Dean looked at one another.