Leave My Wings Alone

Anyway, despite Dean's protests, Sam and Castiel insisted on sending him to a hospital, but it wasn't a psychiatric facility, and the Winchesters didn't remember the place very well.

Dean ended up in a psychiatric unit at a hospital, where he was diagnosed with a medical diagnosis for his insistent refusal to sit on the couch, and he was assigned to a single room.

Castiel wasn't there when Dean changed and officially checked in, just Bobby and Sam. Dean threw away his previous clothes with a sullen face and extremely unhappy, Sam took it quickly, and then said helplessly, "We are also forced to, Dean."

Dean didn't appreciate it at all. He sat down on the bed, made a lot of noise, and then complained: "I don't have paranoia, what can I say before you listen? Didn't you also see it on the night of the witch hunt? Do you think the fact that I'm sweating in pain is all a faux pas?"

"Brain hints." Bobby said in a rough voice, "You won't be able to regain your freedom of movement until we fully understand what's going on, or you're completely cured, otherwise you'll have to be in this room Stay well."

Dean moved his mouth to say something else, but Bobby cut off all his words first, "Don't try to bargain with me, you can't even do a normal witch hunt with those little oil bottles, you might as well accept it honestly treat."

"Oh, comeon!" Dean freaked out.

Bobby was completely unmoved by this, and he walked to the door, stopped Sam with his hand on the doorknob, and planned to ask him to leave with him.Before the door closed, Sam turned his head and mouthed Dean inside, and he said very sincerely, "I'm sorry, Dean, you'll be fine."

As soon as they went out, they ran into Castiel coming from the other side of the hallway. The angel recognized Sam and Bobby and walked over quickly, "Is Dean in there?"

"Yeah, but he's a little grumpy right now," Sam said. "You'd better buy him a bouquet, or he might kick you out—me and Bobby are the best lessons."

As soon as he finished speaking, Castiel nodded thoughtfully, and the next second he disappeared from Sam's eyes.

"No way..." Sam looked back at Bobby in disbelief, "I was just joking with him!"

"Hmm, child, have you forgotten that this angel is very easy to deceive?"

Not long after they had finished speaking, Castiel stood out in front of them.

Sam stared at the large bouquet of flowers in the angel's hands with wide eyes, and his voice became so high-pitched in surprise, "Red Rose, are you serious?!"

Castiel looked at his expression and explained with some embarrassment: "After I walked into the flower shop, the clerk asked me if I wanted to buy flowers as gifts, and I replied yes, and then he strongly recommended this bouquet to me."

"Who will recommend you for no reason—" Sam was about to roll his eyes, but stopped in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Bobby, "What day is it today?"

"May NO.14, as you can imagine, is full of romantic Rose Valentine's Day."

"Hollyshit!" Sam uttered a rare swear word, and now he knew why the florist had suddenly lost his mind and recommended red roses to Castiel.

It's a pity that the rice has become porridge, and he can't force Castiel to throw away this bouquet of roses, who knows how much he spent to buy it back.Ever since Castiel had no money to buy a plane ticket and asked Dean for help last time, this otherworldly angel has understood the importance of money. He managed to get some private money through some channels (Sam suspects that Dean stole the credit card Sneak money to him), Sam didn't want to be a bad guy and let Castiel's money go to waste.

But he insisted not to go in with Castiel, "Bobby and I will pay first, go in and see him yourself, you'd better not talk to provoke him, he is a bit irritable now, okay? He proposes—he's going to be mad with joy."

Under Sam's repeated urging, Castiel solemnly agreed with a large bouquet of red roses, and then Sam felt a little relieved and left with Bobby. Castiel watched the two of them go away, then turned around and gently opened the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.

When Dean saw the angel in the trench coat appear in the hospital room with a large bouquet of red roses, the hunter began to wonder if what Sam said was true, maybe he really had delusional disorder.

He just stared blankly at the red ball in front of him slowly approaching, and finally froze in front of the bed.

Castiel said, "Hello, Dean. How are you?"

"Cas, is it really you?" Dean gasped slightly.

Castiel fully understood why Dean questioned his identity this time, he shook the flowers in his hand and explained, "You mean this? Sam suggested that I should buy you a bouquet, he said you were not in a good mood, and then The clerk at the flower shop recommended me to buy this bouquet...are you unhappy?"

Dean made a note to the innocent Sam in his heart. He felt relieved and at the same time a little inexplicably lost, so when faced with Castiel's question, he replied in a daze: "I Not angry, but a little unresponsive, I almost thought you were going to propose to me just now."

Castiel looked him in the eyes, but didn't speak.

This is a bit strange, and Dean suddenly felt that something was wrong. It stands to reason that Castiel should not choose to be silent at this time. He will always find a way to pick up his own words. , all this is wrong.

Dean swallowed, but couldn't speak, so he forced himself to meet Castiel's gaze.After a while, he felt that his breathing suddenly became a little short, and he realized that he could no longer look at Castiel, so he looked away and put his eyes on the bouquet of flowers.

Now is not the time, he told himself, calm down, Dean.

"Since it's for me, I'll accept it?" He found his voice dry.

Castiel nodded, even though Dean couldn't see it, and he handed the rose graciously. Dean took it, looked around and found nowhere to put it, so he hugged it.

Castiel took a step back and sat down at the foot of the bed, facing the window instead of Dean.

He bent slightly, put his hands on his knees, and said in a muffled voice after a moment of silence, "I'm sorry, Dean."

"What?" Dean thought he had misheard, so he took two steps closer, "Why are you sorry?"

"I—I have checked a lot of information, but I still have no idea about your wings." Castiel's eyes rested on the beautiful glass, and he said slowly, "Sam said you are very upset, I live I know it's not a good feeling, but there's nothing I can do about it, it's the only solution we can think of so far."

He turned his head, his blue eyes fixed on Dean without blinking, and said seriously, "I would do anything to save you from lying here, if I could."

Dean could hear the melancholy in the angel's voice, and in fact Castiel had apologized to him many times, and he always said "I'm sorry" over and over again so solemnly, blaming himself for all the mistakes.In the beginning, Dean did a lot of similar things. Together with Castiel, he blamed the angel for screwing up everything. He accepted his apology with peace of mind and didn't take it seriously.But gradually, he realized that many mistakes had nothing to do with Castiel in the first place, so he stopped doing the assholes before, just like now, he didn't take it lightly like a jerk, but slowed down his tone, Slowly reassures his angel.

He said softly, "Cas, it's not your fault, we both know it's not your fault."

Dean moved closer to Castiel, and finally stood in front of him to block the glare of the sun, crouched down and looked into the angel's blue eyes and said softly, "I don't blame you at all, that's what a bastard would do."

Castiel looked into the hunter's beautiful green eyes, but said nothing.

"You think I'm an asshole?" Dean flashed him a warm smile.

"No, you're not." Castiel was silent for a while, and finally he was willing to speak.

"That's it." Dean's smile widened, he stood up, couldn't help but rubbed Castiel's head, and took his hand back before Castiel looked up at him suspiciously.

"But let's say it first," he added, "I won't cooperate with the treatment."

"Dean." Castiel looked at him disapprovingly, frowning slightly.

"Biteme." Dean climbed back on the bed after saying this. He saw Castiel stand up and stare at himself after sweeping away the previous haze. My wings are gone."

"…" Castiel thought for a moment, then said, "You're an asshole."

"Haha!" Dean couldn't help laughing out of joy.