Leave My Wings Alone

Before Sam came back, the Joneses appeared. They rushed over to hug Margaret, and then Mrs. Jones said to Dean, "Thank you for helping to look after Margaret."

Forgot to mention, at Margaret's insistence, the Joneses sent her to the hospital every day to be with her grandmother, and they came to pick her up after dinner.

"It's okay," Dean said.

While Mrs. Jones went to comfort Margaret, Dean glanced at the grandmother lying in the isolation ward, and then said to Mr. Jones, "The doctor said she will hardly survive tomorrow night."

Mr. Jones couldn't bear to look any longer, he shook his head: "She's lasted long enough."

Dean heard the meaning in his words and raised his eyebrows: "You mean from the day in Missouri?"

Mr. Jones looked at him in surprise, and then a little wary: "How do you..."

"Margaret told me," Dean said.

Only then did Mr. Jones feel relieved, and he sighed leisurely: "Margaret insisted that it was her prayers that brought my mother back, but..."

When he said this, his voice was a little trembling: "But we have been informed that the rescue is futile. My mother is old and doesn't have such a tenacious sense of survival. But she came back the next day intact... Margaret's mother and I both I'm a little worried..."

Dean thought for a moment, then said, "I want to know the route you took back that day, the way the accident happened."

"What do you ask for this?"

"I can't explain it, but if you believe me, tell me." Dean followed Sam's lead, and when he finished he gave Mr. Jones a genuine look.

Although he didn't have Sam's dog eyes, Mr. Jones wavered and eventually agreed to tell Dean the way.

Dean found Sam to meet, and then he walked out behind Sam with a vase in his left hand and four paintings in his right. Sam was on the phone to report to Bobby about their next move. Bobby said "brat" and said nothing, knowing in his heart that the brothers would never sit idly by.

After solving these problems, they stood at the door and looked at each other.

"Ready for a trip to Missouri?" Dean asked.

Sam said, "Yes, let's celebrate your discharge from the hospital."

Dean took a deep breath, feeling himself tense. "Hey, Cass, are you there? We...we need you."

Sam glanced at him suspiciously: "Why can't you even speak smoothly?"

"Leave me alone."

The two of them waited for a while, and Castiel appeared.

He stopped in front of Sam and Dean, subconsciously looked at Dean first, but recalled something after meeting his gaze, looked away, looked into the distance and said, "Hello, Boys."

Sam felt a little strange, and he asked Dean quietly, "When did he start talking without looking at people again?"

Dean laughed dryly, "I don't know."

He cleared his throat and said, "Cass, Sam and I want to travel to Missouri, but we don't have the money for a bus ticket."

Castiel gave him a strange look, not understanding what he meant: "I don't have any money either, not that much money."

"That's a pity." Dean then made a regretful expression.

Sam was confused by the conversation between the two of them, and he looked at Dean, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Then he apologized to Castiel on Dean's behalf, explaining the facts to him from beginning to end.

"Time is running out and we have no choice but to turn to you," Sam said.

Castiel nodded in understanding, he glanced at what Dean was holding, and went to pick it up naturally.But Dean didn't understand what he meant, and gripped the glass vase nervously, as if afraid of being snatched away.

Castiel had a tug-of-war with him for a while, finally let go of his hand and stopped, looked at him with a frown, and asked a little impatiently, "Are you going to take this to handle the case?"

Dean let go of his hand in embarrassment, swallowed his throat and said nothing.

Castiel went up to take the rose, and took his painting from Dean's other hand, and Dean let him take it away without any struggle.

Looking at the spoils in the angel's hands, Dean muttered to him, "I feel like I've been stripped."

Castiel glared at him.

"I'm just telling the truth," Dean argued.

And Sam, who couldn't get in the way, felt that the subtle atmosphere appeared again, and the weird pheromone spread in the air, stronger than before.

God, Sam prayed like Margaret, and the two of them would stop making eye contact.

Missouri.

"It's just an ordinary road." Sam and Dean looked back and forth several times, sweating from the sun, but didn't see anything.

"You know, since what happened with Arno, I don't believe in the word 'normal' anymore." Dean rolled up his cuffs, stepping aside for a moment to rest in the shadows.

Sam still didn't give up, he stopped there and continued to squat on the ground to investigate carefully.

There was a big tree ten meters away from them, and Castiel stood under the tree, watching the brothers work quietly.

Dean headed for the tree and grumbled at him, "We just picked the hottest time of day to come here."

Castiel took out a bottle of drinking water for him from the plastic bag on the ground and handed it over.

Dean wiped his sweat and took it with his hand.

In fact, the climate in Missouri, which is located in the midwestern part of the country, is not too hot all year round, but there is no shelter around here, so it is exposed to the open air. The asphalt road easily absorbs heat, and there are several factories nearby, which caused localized high temperature.

Dean glanced at the remaining water and found that it was almost finished, so he took out his wallet gloomily and prepared to go to the nearby supermarket to buy water.

"Go together?" he suggested.

Castiel was leaning against the tree trunk, straightened up when he heard the invitation, and walked behind Dean consciously.

Dean rubbed his chin, feeling that Castiel's words had become less and less recently, he took two steps, the more he thought about it, the more he cared, he simply stopped, stood where he was and turned around, waiting for Castiel to come forward.

The strange thing is that Castiel also stopped still, watching him from half a meter away.

"What's the matter with you?" Dean couldn't help asking, his previous nervousness at seeing Castiel had long since been diluted by doubts, and now he was looking at him with a slight frown.

Castiel coughed softly, and instead of meeting Dean's gaze, he looked away.

"..." Dean was a little dazed, he took a step forward, "Cass?"

"No." Castiel spat out the word forcefully, and then his body took a step back, keeping the distance between the two of them, his eyes wandering around, but not on Dean.

The blond hunter got a little angry: "You have to watch me."

"No," Castiel refused without hesitation, and finally managed to speak under Dean's angry gaze. "I'm a little nervous."

"What did you say?" Dean froze for a moment, then realized what was going on, and he suppressed a smile and said, "You weren't nervous at all when Sam was around."

"That's because Sam is there," Castiel said.

"Okay," Dean thought badly, trying to tease him, "Actually, you don't need to accompany me and Sam to suffer here at all, you can go back first, since you are now - so nervous?"

Castiel pursed his lips and looked at Dean reproachfully: "Are you driving me away?"

Dean finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud. He glanced over at Sam, and then pulled Castiel to the other side of the tree trunk, to the corner where Sam couldn't see.

He looked at Castiel's nervousness and didn't know where to put his hands and feet, lowered his voice and asked, "You know what that kiss means last time, don't you?"

"I know." Castiel answered honestly, and after a while he said, "Otherwise I wouldn't be so nervous."

Dean was elated, and moved closer slightly, raising one corner of his lips: "Then do it again?"

Castiel's eyes flicked here and there, and he nodded with a forced composure.

Dean was so teased by him, he leaned up to kiss the corner of his lips, and mumbled, "I know why you don't leave, you want to stay with me, and so do I."

He kissed, and was about to finish what could only be called a "semi-finished" kiss last time, but before he could pry Castiel's jaw open, Sam suddenly yelled "Dean" and he almost bit himself in surprise.

"Shit!" Dean cursed, poked his head out from behind the tree, and asked Sam loudly, "What's the matter?!"

Sam yelled indistinctly a few times, and Dean said angrily, "I can't hear you clearly, let's talk about it when we get water!"

He turned his head to look at Castiel and said to him, "I owe this first."

Castiel smiled slightly, and then returned to his indifferent expression: "Go buy water."

The salesperson was the only one in the supermarket, and he sat in the store doing nothing, and when he saw Dean and Castiel coming over for the second time, he just greeted him casually, and didn't even bother to move.

Dean took out several bottles of water from the freezer and put them at the front desk to check out. He was waiting for the salesperson to scan the code, but found that Castiel didn't follow, so he called out, "Cass?"

Castiel leaned over from the other side of the shelf, still holding a newspaper.

Dean walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Morning paper," Castiel said.

Dean thought about it, and simply bought him both the weekly and evening papers, and he went to check out with three newspapers, then put the newspapers in his shopping bag, and walked back with Castiel.

"I didn't know you liked reading newspapers," Dean said.

Castiel hummed, then fell into thought.

Dean saw something was wrong with him, and asked quickly, "What's wrong, Cass?"

It happened that Sam came here, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Sam stepped forward to take the plastic bag, took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted the cap and said, "Dean, do you remember the werewolf case?"

"The one in Missouri too? I remember," Dean said.

"We've been here," Sam said. "I just checked, and we happened to pass by here the night we returned from the case."

Dean raised an eyebrow: "You think a werewolf did it? It doesn't have that ability."

Sam looked at him amusedly and shook his head.

Castiel couldn't bear to see Dean's unrepentant appearance, and reminded him aloud, "Your wings."

"What does this have to do with my wings..." Dean's voice became smaller and smaller, his mind moved, then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the end of the road, and said slowly, "Perhaps, it really has something to do with it." But in the end He said a word so softly that neither Sam nor Castiel could catch it.

Sam took out a map to show them, he pointed to one of the corners and said, "This is the place where the Jones family had a car accident. They drove from the north; this is where we passed, and there is a junction with this road. , the derived another road happened to be the direction that the Jones family drove over. And this derived road, we also walked when we were chasing the werewolf."