Leave My Wings Alone

"Cas, can you hear, Dean has a problem and we need you."

The third time Sam said this to the mirror, Castiel finally appeared in the mirror.

"Hello, Sam." His opening line never seemed to change.

"What's wrong with Dean?" he asked, looking around the room but not seeing Dean.

"It's a long story," Sam scratched the back of his head, "I suspect he was cursed by a witch, he—"

Sam opened his mouth, and the angel opposite him suddenly disappeared, which made him a little overwhelmed.

But two seconds later, Castiel reappeared in the original position, he said: "There is no witch, and there is no magic bag, I searched it once."

"...Okay?" Sam tried to compromise, then frowned, "If it wasn't a witch, then something turned Dean into that."

"what happened?"

As soon as the words fell, Dean shouted loudly from outside the house, and he complained, "Sammy, can we move to another place, it's really crowded here."

Castiel didn't hear anything wrong, but Sam put on a "I'm in trouble" look, and he glanced at Sam before walking over to open the door.

"Hello, Dean," he said to the man standing in the hallway.

"Cas, why are you here?" Dean was a little surprised, "Is something wrong, the little bitch from hell crawled out to call you?"

"Sam called me, he said there's something wrong with you."

Dean turned his head to look at Sam, who looked at him seriously, but he didn't appreciate it, and rolled his eyes, "He's talking nonsense, I'm fine."

Castiel took a step forward, giving Dean a careful look from start to finish, and finally looked away when Dean was almost creepy.

He didn't see that there was anything wrong with Dean, not possessed, not cursed, not even the most common scrape, so he temporarily let go, half-heartedly, sideways to make way for Dean, and waited for him. Come in.

But Dean just stood still, showing no intention of entering the house at all.

Castiel frowned but didn't speak, he stared probingly into Dean's eyes, who were used to staring at him and were able to meet his gaze.So the two of them stared blankly at each other for about 2 minutes.

Sam thought 2 minutes was the limit he could take, and he cleared his throat, breaking the pointless eye contact between the two guys.

Dean was the first to react, and he looked away, looking at Sam intently.

Castiel followed closely with his eyes.

How should I put it, for a moment, the words "husbands sing and women follow" popped up in Sam's mind, but he soon got goosebumps from himself, and shook his head to get rid of this weird thought.

"That's the problem, Cas, Dean won't come in the house."

"why?"

"Because that would keep his wings from spreading."

"Because the house is too small and my wings are too big."

Winchesters said at the same time.

Castiel caught on to the key word quickly, and he repeated oddly: "'Wings'?"

Sam shrugged, meaning "as you can see". Dean winked at him, "That's right, I've grown a pair of wings."

Sam followed dryly and added, "Since only he can see those wings, let's call this paranoia."

Dean shot Sam a glare, "You annoying bastard."

Sam shrugged helplessly at Castiel, implying that I don't know as much as he does.

Castiel has no time for the brothers bickering, he takes everything seriously, especially when these two guys are involved.He reached out and grabbed Dean's shoulder with one hand, turned him around, and put the other hand solemnly on Dean's head, ready to use the glory to find out.

"Cas, what are you doing? I'm fine!" Dean resisted.

Castiel ignored him, focused on infusing glory and walked around Dean's body, and finally he took two steps back full of doubts, looked at Sam, and then turned his eyes back to Dean, "I didn't find anything unusual. "

"That's what's holding me back, Cas. The biggest possibility is Dean's mental problems."

"Come on, Sammy, I'm wide awake," Dean said.

Castiel thought for a while and asked Sam: "Have any of you encountered any strange things recently?"

After thinking for a while, Sam replied: "The last case ended four days ago. It doesn't make sense if something happened at that time, because Dean only became nervous at noon today. The case we are investigating now There's a murder involved, but Dean and I haven't even had time to look at the body, we don't even know what that thing is, we haven't come across it face-to-face... is that even possible?"

Castiel was lost in thought, and after a while he said, "It's not ruled out, I'll check it out later." Then he turned his attention back to Dean, and said, "Can you come in first, Dean? ……weird."

Dean grunted reluctantly, "Okay."

When Dean leaned over to make sure his "wings" didn't rub against the door frame and struggled to enter the door, Sam poured himself a saliva, and he said incredulously, "Well, I begged you to come in the room countless times, and you didn't Promised me once, now Cas just said one thing and you agreed - so you like him more or something?"

Dean didn't even look stingy at him, "Don't be entangled in this boring place, girl, what can I do? Just now the front desk said that there are no other rooms, and I haven't eaten all afternoon, do you think I Willing to squeeze into this narrow and damp place?"

"I think you're usually quite willing," Sam sneered.

Castiel felt like he couldn't keep up with the conversation between the brothers, but his intuition told him that Dean and Sam had a joke, so he looked at Dean curiously, hoping that he could explain something.

Dean walked into the room with great difficulty, seeing the angel's probing eyes, his scalp was a little numb, and he muttered, "Sam, can you stop talking pornographically in front of the pure angel next time?"

Only then did Sam realize that there was a very holy creature standing in the room, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and coughed dryly.

Fortunately, Castiel soon realized that there were more important things to do, and he did the same thing as Sam, temporarily acquiescing that Dean had indeed grown a pair of "wings" that no one else could see to appease the green-eyed boy. hunter.

He walked up to Dean, hoping that Dean would describe his so-called wings to himself so that he could have a clue.

"Description? Need a description? I mean, you have a pair of wings yourself. Mine look exactly like yours, except mine are white."

"But no angel's wings are white."

"I didn't say I'm an angel, I'm still a mortal, just with an extra pair of wings."

Castiel compromised, "Is there any other description?"

"Uh... pretty?"

The blue-eyed angel sighed inwardly, what he wanted to hear was not such useless information.

Dean saw his dissatisfaction, so he coaxed him: "Of course, not as beautiful as your wings."

"You haven't really seen my wings," Castiel said seriously. "My wings will burn your eyes."

Dean puts on a "you're boring" look.

Sam couldn't bear the fruitless conversation between the two of them, so he had to do it himself.

"Dean's wings won't close."

"What?" Castiel quickly turned his attention to him.

"Yes, that's why he refuses to be in the room. He says his wings are spread out and take up room."

"So," Castiel reasoned, "Dean can't control his wings?"

"This should be."

"It's weird, it wouldn't be the case if he really had a pair of wings."

Dean seemed to be defending himself a bit, he wasn't happy about other people talking about his wings like this, so he interrupted Sam and Castiel's conversation, "You can think I'm a newbie."

In the end, the three of them discussed for a long time, but they didn't come to any convincing conclusions. In addition, Dean was very uncooperative, and things became more difficult.

Castiel realizes that sitting around won't do much good, he thinks he needs to look elsewhere, and Sam says he's already called Bobby.

He stood up and decided to start with the case the brothers had recently dealt with to see if he could find any clues. Before leaving, he gave Dean a worried look, "Will your wings have any effect on you? "

"Except for taking up a little space, it doesn't matter for the time being." Probably realizing that the angel was about to flap his wings and leave later, Dean suddenly became a little more cooperative, answering questions honestly.

Castiel nodded, and then there was a gust of wind in the room, and then the angel flew away and disappeared.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, and finally the former said slightly complaining, "He just can't learn to say goodbye, can he?"

Castiel found the body in the morgue that Sam had given his name to, felt it with his hands over the fatal wounds, and thought for a moment.

The wound didn't look like a magical invasion, it was completely made by violence, and the modus operandi was extremely simple and rude.

Because he didn't find any useful information from the corpse, he didn't stay for long, and teleported to the document room in the next second.

Castiel walked around among the display racks a few times, finally stopping in front of one, and reaching out to take out one of the autopsy reports.

But there is still nothing that attracts attention. Although the wound is terrible, it does have human methods.

In this way, maybe the suspect is in the hands of the perpetrator, is it a possession or a shapeshifting monster? Castiel thought for a while, spread his wings and left.

He was originally going to the police station. It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and there were only a few people left on the night shift in the police station. It would not be a problem to sneak in.But while passing a certain park, a person sitting on a bench caught his attention.

Castiel recognized him immediately.

"Hello, Dean." He landed next to Dean.

"Uh, hi, Cas." Dean didn't seem to expect Cas to appear suddenly. He was sitting on the back of the chair, with his feet on the chair, in a different posture than usual.

"Why are you sitting like this?" Castiel wondered.

"If I sit like I normally do, my wings will pinch, which is uncomfortable," Dean explained.

Castiel was silent for a while, then asked again: "Aren't you with Sam?"

"Sam wants to sleep, he won't leave the room, but I'm uncomfortable, the bathroom is so small, I can't even get in." Dean complained, "Besides, I don't know how to sleep. , Lying down will break my wings, but lying on my stomach is too uncomfortable, I don’t like the feeling of my buttocks at all.”

"So... you're staying here all night?"

"It sounds pitiful. I wouldn't do what a little girl does. I'll find a star hotel to stay in later."

Hearing that Dean had made arrangements for his whereabouts, Castiel was relieved, and he nodded, "You're human, you need sleep."

"What about you, why are you here all of a sudden?" Dean asked him.

"I just came from the hospital. I passed by here and was going to the police station."

Dean smiled mockingly, "It's so dark in here, you saw me right away?"

Castiel answered him solemnly: "The eyesight of angels is different from that of ordinary humans, and there is a special bond between me and you, I can sense you."

Dean didn't expect Castiel to say such misleading words so seriously, he was a little overwhelmed, so he made a flamboyant expression to hide his discomfort, "Dude, are you proposing to me?" ?”

"What?" Now it was the angel's turn to be at a loss.

Dean felt he had won the round, and he gave a sweet smile slyly: "I do."

"Dean——" Castiel's voice changed a little, and it was obvious that he was nervous, and he tried to explain pitifully, "I'm just stating a fact, I didn't propose to you."

As soon as the words were finished, Dean couldn't help laughing, he bent down and laughed wantonly, and Castiel reached out and grabbed his arm because he was worried that he would fall.

Finally Dean had had enough of laughing, and he watched Castiel speak with a lingering smile in his eyes, "You just can't stand teasing, huh?"

Castiel seemed a little resigned to him, "Dean…"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Dean immediately raised his hand in surrender.

Castiel pulled his hand back, seeing the passing man give Dean a strange look on the back of his chair, and urged him to go back, "You shouldn't be here all the time."

"Are you going?"

"I'm going to help you find out the truth about your wings." Castiel tentatively reached out, pointing at Dean's empty back.

Dean shrugged. "I don't think there's anything to make a fuss about. It's just a pair of wings. Don't you have them too?"

"It's different. I'm an angel. I'm afraid your wings will bring you trouble."

"Hey," Dean seemed to like his wings, so he was a little dissatisfied, "I disagree with you, and you said it, good things always happen."

Castiel didn't know what to do with him, so he didn't say anything.

Dean jumped off the bench, patted his trouser legs, and said to Castiel, "Are you going to the police station now? I'll go with you. We've only used your ID photo once, so don't waste it."