Leave My Wings Alone

In order not to miss any clues, they decided to walk there. Anyway, the road is not too long.

They walked on the periphery of the asphalt road, stepped on the grass, and walked in depths and shallows. Sam walked at the front of the whole team because he had a map in his hand, and Castiel walked at the end with a bottle of mineral water in his hand. There were four bottles of water bought before, and Sam drank one of them. Now the three of them Each holds a bottle.

Dean's water was in the shopping bag, and there were newspapers in it. He was so sunburned that his eyes were hurting, so he randomly pulled out a newspaper and unfolded it on his head to shade him from the sun.

Castiel has no sense of heat and cold, he looked at Dean's appearance, a little curious, looked at it in silence for a while, then moved his eyes to the newspaper, only to frown after seeing the reports.

"Dean..." He called to the hunter in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Dean turned around.

Seeing that Castiel had been staring at him without speaking, he had a little misunderstanding, and he leaned closer and whispered, "Sweetheart, do you think I'm too explicit?"

As a result, Castiel followed Dean's approaching head and took down his newspaper: "I found some problems, Dean."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Dean also became serious, and turned to stop Sam who was still in front.

Sam came over to ask them what happened, Castiel remained silent, just unfolded the newspaper, handed it to them, and reminded, "Look at the reports with subtitles."

Sam and Dean took it over curiously and looked at it for a long while, showing expressions of deep meaning. Dean pondered for a moment, and then said, "I think we have encountered similar cases before."

In the local weekly newspaper that Castiel gave him, the main headline was the recent oil issue. Although the remaining margins took up very little space, if you read it carefully, you will find that the content is very surprising.

Sam read a few words slowly: "'Mrs. Zakcy's hen can lay a golden egg a day', 'The most mischievous boy in the town's elementary school got No.1 in math', 'Nancy Taloy lost three years Wedding ring found in the sewer'..."

He stopped, looked at Dean and Castiel: "This is really..."

"Whatever you want," Dean said for him.

"Yeah, it couldn't be more relevant than that," Sam told Dean, remembering the case they had once worked on, "so we need to find out if there's a Trevi Fountain around here."

Facts have proved that the wishing pool is not difficult to find. They walked north along the road, and then continued north at the fork. The buildings became more and more dense, and finally a small back garden appeared.

"That's right there." Dean said, and they finally saw the Wishing Fountain not far away, spraying water upwards.

They walked to the Trevi Fountain, and Sam knelt down and stirred the water, let out a breath, stood up and said, "There's a Roman silver coin in it."

Dean took two steps forward, but something flashed in his mind and he remembered something.

"Sammy, do you remember the night we were driving back from Missouri? It was probably here, and the tire was punctured by a small rock in the road."

With a look on Sam's face, he remembered it too.

"Here it is..." Sam sighed, then looked up at Dean and asked strangely, "When I got out of the car to change the tire, you made a wish for a pair of wings in the driver's seat ?”

"...How could I do something so embarrassing." Dean dismissed with a straight face.

"Then does this matter have anything to do with your wings?" Sam showed a confused look.

While listening to the two of them talking, Castiel bent down and reached out to stir in the Trevi Fountain, finally he found the Roman coin and tried to dig it out.

Dean noticed his action and hurried over to pull him up: "It's no use, Cass, don't bother, only the guy who threw this thing down can get it out."

But Castiel was not willing to admit defeat so quickly, he thought for a while and asked, "Can I pry it out with the angel blade?"

"No, don't even think about it." Dean rebuffed mercilessly, then grabbed his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, muttering softly, "Why are you so curious."

After the two of them dawdled, Sam was staring at them strangely when they turned their heads together: "You two...have a good relationship."

"What are you trying to say?" Dean couldn't stand the tone of his voice.

"It's nothing," Sam waved his hand, "I just almost thought it wasn't the two of you who had been arguing these days."

Dean spread his hands out and said like a rascal, "Biteme."

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you, just tell me if your wings have anything to do with the wishing well." Sam looked at him with a look of "don't try to lie to me".

Dean took a breath and confessed, "Yes."

Castiel's expression became the same as Sam's, and he asked strangely, "Why did you wish to conjure yourself a pair of wings?"

"The truth is not what you think, I'm not that perverted." Dean said helplessly.

"So what's the truth?" Sam asked.

Dean was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to say it."

Under Dean's insistence, neither Sam nor Castiel asked any further questions, and Castiel said a little worriedly: "If you figure it out, let us know."

Sam laughed outright after hearing this, and he ruthlessly dismantled Dean and said to Castiel, "Don't overcomplicate this matter, he must be unwilling to say it because he feels ashamed .”

"Sam."

Dean called Sam's name angrily, but Sam wasn't afraid of him, instead he continued to talk to Castiel, "Do you know what his name is, he's so angry."

"Asshole," Dean cursed.

"□□."

In the end, Castiel couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted the boring and childish quarrel between the angry Dean and the triumphant Sam, "We still have business to do."

Dean quickly backed out of the fight, making a face at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes at him, and said, "We've got to find the coin dropper next."

Castiel turned his head to look at the back garden. He thought about it, spread his wings and went in to check it out, only to find that it had been abandoned for a long time.

He flew over and told the brothers what he had found.

"No one lives here."

"Then we'll have to find out who the lucky king of the town is," Dean said.

How should I put it, in this information age, a newspaper can actually solve a lot of troubles.

The three of them came to a small restaurant and sat at the open-air table at the door to rest.The waiter came to take Sam and Dean's order, Castiel didn't need to eat, so he pulled out the morning paper and read it.

After the waiter left, Dean fixed his eyes on the morning paper because he was sitting facing him.

"Hey, Cass, do you want to be a newspaper reader?"

Castiel shook the newspaper, glanced at him, and actually read the report.

"Mrs. Zakcy's chickens laid a golden egg. Everyone was amazed and jealous, but yesterday afternoon, no one thought about it anymore. Those seemingly indestructible golden eggs were just wrapped in golden tinfoil They are moldy and spoiled in winter, and when the weather gets a little hotter, they all melt and emit a stench, and two hens have died because of eating them by mistake."

Castiel's voice was low. He was serious in everything he did, and his voice was charming. He actually read the report like a story.

He continued to read: "John scored No.1 in the mathematics test, but his Mandarin, history and physics scores were all messed up, even worse than usual. Not only did he not get praise after returning home, but instead Got a beating."

"Although Nancy Taloy's wedding ring was picked up, it was dirty and smelly. It could smoke the whole house to make people cry. Her young daughter even got sick because of it. She had a fight with her husband and is now having a fight. Divorce. Whenever anyone passes by their house, they can smell that disgusting smell like rotten eggs from far away."

Castiel paused, then said, "I think we have a clue."

"Where is it?" Dean and Sam were still immersed in his magnetic voice, and both froze for a moment.

He didn't answer, but read the next paragraph slowly: "It seems that all the lucky people this week have been cursed, obviously they still made us crazy with jealousy, which makes people worry about BeckNasri, who is the most blessed by heaven. Sir, will his multimillion-dollar jackpot drop from the sky bring any misfortune besides an enviable big house? We will wait and see and pray for him.”

Castiel folded the newspaper and put it on the table: "Beck Nasri, we have to find him."

Dean looked quite happy, he said, "Three newspapers for five dollars, and an instant news, doesn't sound like a bad deal."

"But where do we go to find Beck Nasri, should we ask someone nearby?" Sam was ready to tip the waiter.

Castiel shook his head and looked at the remaining evening paper.

Dean unfolded the newspaper, scanned it quickly, found the information they needed, and sighed sincerely: "Sammy, you have to admit, it's not bad at all for five dollars."

"Okay," Sam said casually, "Then you pay Cass more money from now on."

Castiel didn't realize it was a joke, he thought about it seriously, and then said to Dean, "I want a razor."

"Sorry, what?" Dean stopped chewing.

Castiel stroked Jimmy's stubble and said, "It's kind of prickly."

Dean swallowed a mouthful of water, as if he remembered something after hearing this sentence, he said thoughtfully, "It's true, okay, I'll write it down, and I'll buy you one after finishing this case."

Confused Sam asked: "How do you know he has a stubble, I think he looks pretty good."

"I just know it."