( The voice that comes from the plant is hoarse and young, a raspy childlike whisper.
"They reap what you sow."
Dean blinks, then casts his gaze from the plant to Castiel, to Geralt, to Jaskier, searching for an understanding on any of their faces — an understanding distinctly lacking in his own.
After a beat, he just flat-out asks the group: )
Did that ominous victorian orphan voice make any sense to you guys?
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"They reap what you sow."
Dean blinks, then casts his gaze from the plant to Castiel, to Geralt, to Jaskier, searching for an understanding on any of their faces — an understanding distinctly lacking in his own.
After a beat, he just flat-out asks the group: )
Did that ominous victorian orphan voice make any sense to you guys?
( Because it sure as shit didn't to him. )