Leave My Wings Alone

By the time Sam and Bobby came back, the atmosphere in the ward had relaxed a lot, Castiel had found himself a chair to watch TV, and Dean was ordering food on his phone.

"I want raspberry cheese and ham pizza, for two, and two apple pies."

Sam pushed open the door, and saw Dean holding a bouquet of red roses while talking on the phone, wringing his fingers on the petals, he sarcastically said, "I didn't know that a bouquet of red roses could make you feel uncomfortable." If you lose your temper again, you are so cheap."

Dean hung up the phone after giving the address, he held up the rose and shook it provocatively, pointed at Castiel, and said, "A bouquet of red roses from an angel, you missed an attributive."

Seeing his smug look, Sam couldn't help asking Castiel, "You won't really propose to him, will you?"

"I didn't." Castiel's expression was calm.

So Sam turned his head to look at Dean again. He seemed determined to make trouble with his brother, and said eccentrically, "Then you're still happy like that? You're so cheap."

"Shut up, bastard."

Bobby took the receipt and slapped it on the table, and the two brothers fell silent.

He glanced at Sam, who was standing aside, and asked him what his plans were these days.

Sam also thought about it seriously, now that the demon has not moved, he and Dean should continue to perform their duties as hunters.But Dean's always worried about letting himself go it alone, and he can't afford to be distracted from a case while Dean might be paranoid.Although it would be much more convenient to call on Castiel, Castiel would not take the matter of hunting the demon lightly if it was just an ordinary case, and he didn't want to bother the angel with everything.

"I'll stay...and watch him receive psychological counseling." He pondered for a moment and decided.

Bobby had the same idea as him, although it wasn't the best solution, but there was no other countermeasure for a while, thinking of this he couldn't help but glanced at Dean's back.

Then he withdrew his naked look of disdain and asked Castiel what his plans were.

Dean subconsciously turned his gaze to the angel.

Castiel replied: "Heaven is still in chaos, I can't stay here forever. If you need me, I will show up."

This was the expected answer, no one was surprised, but Dean felt a little bit disappointed.He believed that this inexplicable emotion was caused by thinking about the emptiness that could only be caused by doing nothing in the future, so he couldn't help turning around and stretching out his hands to reach for the pair of wings on his back shoulders.

It didn't take long for the rest of the people in the room to notice his strange movements, and they all showed a horrible expression.

"Hope you get well soon," Bobby said in a rough voice.

Sam pouted angrily, but didn't speak, and it seemed that he couldn't say anything.

Castiel stood up, looked around the ward, met the eyes of all three people, and said, "I'm going back to heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Sam, who was the closest to the door, went to open the door, and there was a delivery man standing outside the door. He poked his head into the ward and asked, "Is Mr. Mosely in, I have the takeaway he ordered."

"Mr Mosely" jumped down from the hospital bed to pick up the takeaway box, took his two boxes of pizza and two apple pies and walked to the table where the things were placed, looked at Castiel, and tried to persuade him to stay: "Uh, why don't you eat the pizza again?" Walk?"

Bobby leaned aside with a look on his face, and Sam couldn't bear to watch it anymore, he felt that Dean was so embarrassing, and everyone knew that Castiel couldn't leave heaven's affairs in the cold for a piece of raspberry pizza—

His mind was spinning with thoughts before the reels were halfway through, and Castiel sat back unexpectedly in full view, and watched Dean, waiting for him to open the pizza box.

"You..." Sam organized his words and spoke with difficulty, "You just stayed like this?"

Castiel looked at him in bewilderment, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, you didn't, I'm just curious, are you not in a hurry to go to heaven?"

Castiel shook his head: "Balthazar has been helping me take care of heaven for me all this time."

The reason why Dean didn't speak anymore was because he was also stunned by Castiel's behavior. It was true that he wanted to delay Castiel's stay here for a while, and the invitation he sent was sincere, but he was just like Sam. I don't think Angel will stay here, after all, he also has important things to do.

He was a little happy at first, but not so happy after hearing Castiel's explanation.

Yes, he needs to make some new friends, which is good. Dean said dryly in his mind.

He opened the pizza box, took out the plastic gloves and handed them out to the other three, then put the pizza on the table and waited for them to come and pick it up.

Castiel picked up a piece imitatively, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his expression became very strange.

"You don't like this?" Dean didn't realize that Castiel had a soft spot for beef burgers but not pizza, and he thought they both had similar tastes.

Castiel couldn't explain why, but he no longer had the appetite to continue tasting, so he stood up and took off the gloves and put them back on the table, lingered for a while, and then said: "I think, I'd better go back first. "

No one stopped him, so the angel flew away again.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, biting his pizza and thinking, wondering when Castiel will see him again. Sam came up with a bad idea, Bobby and Castiel cooperated with him and sent him to this damn hospital. Medicine is a field that angels don't understand and don't need to set foot in. Then he will definitely concentrate on his own business and have no time to condescend Come and see.

Sam and Bobby were inclined to think that something was wrong with Dean's mind, but they didn't put all their chips on it.They left the ward together after lunch, trying to gather useful information from other sources.

Dean was alone in the ward, thinking about how to escape for a walk, when the nurse opened the door and came in: "Mr. Winchester, it's time for your psychological counseling."

Dean was on the verge of a big enemy, and passed slowly.

The doctor who counseled him was named Adolphus Walk, with a pair of thick glasses on his nose, thin hair combed to the sides, not too tall, and always with a smiling expression.

"Sit down, Mr. Winchester." He motioned for Dean to sit on the sofa across the way.

"You can call me Dean." Dean said something to him, but didn't move.

Adolphus smiled at him: "Oh, I almost forgot, your wings."

Dean didn't like his obnoxious smile. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the arm of the sofa before saying, "I can sit like this if you don't mind."

Adolphus was probably used to seeing all kinds of psychiatric patients, so he didn't show any displeasure, instead he agreed generously: "As long as you feel comfortable."

Then he started asking Dean the usual questions.

"When did you find out that you had grown a pair of wings?"

"The morning of November 5th."

"So it's been around for over a week?"

Dean nodded, he was actually unwilling to cooperate in this way in his heart, but he had nothing to do for the time being, it was better to listen to how this doctor was fooling people than to be idle.

Adolphus then asked Dean to describe his wings, and finally he thought for a moment before suggesting, "Maybe you could try drawing it?"

Dean agreed, holding the drawing board, but instead of drawing his own wings, he tried to recall the outline of Castiel's wings and try to restore them to the paper as best he could.

Of course, the result is not satisfactory, after all, he is not a professional painter.The wings on the sketch paper were crooked, and the feathers were in a mess. Dean also took a golden marker and painted a circle around the periphery to make it look like it was glowing.

In the end, he moved away a little bit and squinted his eyes to appreciate his work, and secretly put these wings on Castiel in his heart, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Adolphus saw Dean suddenly laughed, and asked him aloud, "Have you finished the drawing yet?"

Dean turned the drawing board around to show him.

Adolphus didn't make any comments, still with that kind look on his face, he nodded, then pointed to the clock on the wall, and announced, "That's all for today, you can go back and rest, Dean."

Dean got off the couch, put on his shoes and was about to go back to the ward, Adolphus said he could take the drawing with him, so he went back with a sketch that was horrible.

Dean picked up the drawing and looked at it carefully, then rummaged through the ward to find a roll of tape.He solemnly pasted the painting on the wall facing the bed, and looked at it for a while before doing other things.He went back to the desk and picked up the laptop Sam left behind, moved it to a convenient place for him to sit and turned it on.

Of course, it is impossible for him to obediently cooperate and be imprisoned in the hospital like a disabled person. Perhaps, as Zachariah said, hunting demons is his destiny, and he is not suitable for enjoying an ordinary and comfortable life.

Although Dean didn't approve of Sam hunting monsters by himself at all, but for himself, he obviously didn't care about the hen guarding the chicks, he just wanted to find something for himself to do, so as not to suffocate to death here.

The mouse swept over one piece of news, but unfortunately there was nothing eye-catching. After a while, Dean still didn't find a job for himself, so he flicked the mouse and let out a sad sigh.

"Usually those cases keep bumping into each other as if they had grown legs, but now there is none of them."

He was in a depressed mood when he heard the sound of the doorknob being turned. The nurse wouldn't come at this time, so it was either Sam, Bobby, or both of them.

In short, he is the guy he wants to guard against.

Dean clicked on the pre-prepared webpage, clicked on an option without looking at it, then turned around and headed towards the door leisurely.

The person who came in was Sam. He saw Dean opened his laptop, and said with a deep meaning: "What are you doing?" He knew Dean, so he guessed that his brother must not be willing to stay in the ward obediently, so he looked at the screen. Looking over, he suspected that Dean was looking for a case for himself.

But it's a pity that he didn't expect that Dean would use the yellow station to cover himself, so when he saw the peach page, he temporarily let go of his heart, but it was only temporary, and his expression changed in the next moment It has become a little indescribable.

"Although I can probably guess that you like this, but... Cass just left, can you stop being so blatant?"

"What?" Dean couldn't figure out what watching a porn movie had to do with Castiel, he turned his head full of doubts, and almost lost his mind when he saw the sleazy title he clicked on.

"Secrets in the Angel's Room"

He hurriedly closed the webpage, and then said hopelessly: "If I say that I clicked on it by accident, would you believe me?"

Sam asked back, "Do you think I believe it?"

Dissatisfied with his annoying expression, Dean said in a deep voice, "Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth anyway."

As a result, Sam decided more and more that Dean was getting angry, so he ignored him, inserted the USB drive with the collected information into his laptop, turned the screen to start researching.

Dean leaned over and took a look. It was a historical record about the growth of "wings" by human beings, and a few pictures were attached, which looked like two bare chicken wings.

Dean looked bored and felt that his wings looked much better than those pictures. He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and stopped Sam with a tigerish face: "You just said 'I guess you like this' is What's the meaning?"

Sam felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, coughed twice and said, "It's not interesting."

Of course Dean didn't believe him, and called his name with a sullen expression: "Sammy."

"Okay," Sam surrendered, glancing at an overreacting Dean, and said, "'Secrets,' I guess you like that."

"..." Dean actually doesn't like secrets in the room at all, and he also knows that Sam must be lying to him, but he can't force him to ask, otherwise the situation will turn into a point that he can't grasp for the time being, so he has to keep it in his heart Pray that Sam doesn't bring "enchantment" into his speculative thoughts too.