Leave My Wings Alone

Beck Nasri, the famous bachelor in the town, is withdrawn, living off the savings left by his ancestors, without a serious job.

He won the jackpot a week ago, bought a villa three kilometers away from the town quickly, and never returned to the town.

But who would be willing to give up their existing wealth, let alone Beck was a jobless vagrant whose family property was about to be wiped out.

Dean still thought this way when he knocked on the door. Many thoughts ran through his mind, and he thought about all the methods of coercion and lure. He felt that this matter was extremely troublesome.

Surprisingly, Beck's grumpy face the moment he opened the door to let them in ended up clutching at straws when he mentioned the Roman silver coin.

"You mean, take away that silver coin, and all this will disappear?" He looked a little ecstatic.

He even started to take the initiative to pack his things and prepare to take a trip with them.

"Wait," Sam stopped him, and asked with some difficulty, "everything will disappear, including this house, and you will have to go back to your old life again, are you sure you understand what we mean?"

"Yes, I know it all too well, and I can't ask for more," Beck said quickly.

Dean and Castiel looked at each other, then he looked at Beck and found the deep dark circles under his eyes, he was a little surprised: "You are so cooperative, don't defend your current life a little bit, I mean, you are a thousand A millionaire, isn't he?"

Beck replied with a sad face: "Not at all, this house is driving me crazy."

Dean raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's going on?"

Beck insisted on getting out of the villa before he was willing to clarify the facts. He pushed away a few people, ran out of the gate, and stopped far away to wait for them.

When they approached, Beck swallowed, and said with lingering fear: "This house is haunted."

Sam and Dean froze for a moment, while Castiel stood unmoved.

Beck continued: "Yes, I also thought that I was blessed by God. Who wouldn't expect to have endless money without working? But since I lived in this house, strange things have always happened. I even Sometimes I can feel someone under the bed. But I have no place to live, the original house was sold by me, and I used all the rest of the money to invest. It is not time to recover the profits, and I don’t have any money. Can't get it out."

Sam interrupted him strangely: "You don't even have money for a hotel?"

"Yes, but I can't live there forever. I ran out of money a few days ago, so I had to move back. I couldn't sleep last night. If this continues, I will go crazy sooner or later." Beck panted.

Dean glanced at Castiel, then pointed to the house, and Castiel shook his head slightly at him.

"That's none of our business," Castiel murmured, "everything disappears when the silver is taken."

Dean understood, and stopped thinking about hunting ghosts in the house.

Sam was already talking about something else over there, and he joked, "You know that Roman silver coins can make people get what they want, why do you throw it in an abandoned back garden? I mean, you didn't know it in the first place. It will bring bad luck to people, are you so generous?"

Beck shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't even know that everything was done by that silver coin, I thought it was just my good luck that brought me tens of millions of dollars!"

"How did you throw it into the wishing well, where did that silver coin come from?" Dean asked.

Beck said: "I picked it up in the original house, it was all dirty, I took it to wash, I didn't know what it was for, so I just put it in my pocket. Walking past the wishing shop after dinner. When I was in the pool, I fumbled for a long time, and I didn’t want to use real coins, so I tossed this. I also made a wish—I just said it casually—and it came true unexpectedly!”

Beck paused, and continued: "That feeling is like a dream." After a while, he became depressed again, "But I didn't expect it to be a nightmare."

Sam was a little speechless, and he summed it up: "So you just threw it around?"

"Yes."

"...do you know how much trouble you have caused other people?"

Beck didn't say anything, before saying, "I'm going to fix it now."

Dean chimed in: "Aren't you afraid we're all lying to you?"

"There's nothing like living in a haunted house," Beck said honestly.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, turned to look at Castiel, only to find him staring at the house without saying a word, concern in his eyes.

Dean walked over and tugged on his sleeve and asked, "Cass, what's wrong with you?"

Castiel didn't answer right away, he glanced at Beck first, then quickened his pace and walked a little further, Dean followed him along the way.When the two were far away from Beck, Castiel said, "That Roman silver coin will not bring luck to people, and the wishes it fulfills are all distorted."

Dean nodded. "I know."

Castiel pursed his lips and asked, "What is the bad luck it brought you?"

"Are you worried about this?" Dean couldn't help laughing, he pointed at his back, and then withdrew his hand, "You might not believe me, but these wings are my bad luck."

"but--"

"You forgot one thing," Dean said, blocking Castiel's words, "I didn't tell you what I wished for, I didn't want a pair of wings at all, but it conjured me a pair of wings, which is being A twisted wish."

Castiel wanted to continue asking, but Sam had already looked towards them: "What are you doing, come here quickly."

Dean quickly said to Castiel, "Okay, don't worry about me, I've been tortured by Amy, isn't that bad luck? Now let's go get that silver coin, and nothing bad will happen."

Castiel nodded hesitantly: "If you have any discomfort, just let me know."

There was a pause in Dean's steps walking back, and he turned back, showing a flirtatious smile: "My discomfort is that you can't put your arms around me and kiss me."

When Dean tells Beck they'll have to walk back to town, Beck looks a little desperate, pointing to the garage and saying, "I have a car, we really don't have to walk."

His words reminded Dean of Black Beauty, and he said to Beck with a half-smile, "Yes, you have a car, but I can't ride because of your goddamn silver. So I can't get a ride, and neither can you." sit."

Sam smiled a little embarrassedly, he patted Beck on the shoulder and said nothing.

Beck was about to follow them with a slumped face, when Castiel moved suddenly, he reached out, grabbed Sam and Beck, and teleported them away under Dean's stunned gaze.

"them--"

"They're in the back garden," Castiel said.

"You just sent Beck there?" Dean couldn't believe it. "He's just a normal guy."

"I'll erase his memory after it's over." Castiel said firmly, "The sooner this matter ends, the better."

"Do I understand that you can't wait to kiss me?"

Castiel looked at him blankly, he never liked to joke about business.

"Well, let him be constipated for a week," Dean said bitterly.

"I'll take you there now."

When Dean and Castiel appeared, Beck hadn't recovered yet, and Sam was watching him helplessly.

"What just happened?" Seeing the two people who suddenly appeared, Beck was frightened again.

Dean was about to speak when Castiel stepped forward and said to Beck, "What just happened is more bullshit than a haunted house. Now, go get that silver coin."

Beck's eyes widened, unable to refute a word, he went obediently, and Castiel followed behind and stared at him.

Sam leaned over to Dean and said, "Cass can be pretty aggressive sometimes."

"Hmm, for me."

Sam rolled his eyes, decided not to talk to Dean, and walked over to watch Beck scoop up silver coins.

Beck rolled up his sleeves, glanced at Castiel, then lowered his head to fish in the wishing well.

Castiel couldn't hide the curiosity on his face, he watched Beck fish for a while, and easily took out the Roman silver coin that even the angel's blade couldn't pry from Dean's mouth.

Beck turned to them with wet palms, and there was an ancient Roman silver coin lying in his palm. Castiel seemed to want to reach out to take it, but he held back and went back to Dean first.

"It's gone." Dean knew what he wanted to ask when he came over. He was a little helpless after he finished speaking, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw Castiel's eyes light up, "You can feel it."

So Castiel tentatively stretched out his hand to reach behind him, and Dean didn't move, letting the other's palm slowly press against his back.

Castiel seemed relieved, and he repeated, following Dean's words, "It's gone."

Dean clapped his palms together, then opened his arms and winked at Castiel, "Do you want a hug?"

When Sam heard his words, he was about to roll his eyes, but Castiel actually hugged him, which almost dropped his jaw.

Dean patted the angel's back lightly, and Castiel held him in his arms for five seconds before pulling himself out.He turned around, remembering that he still had business to do, walked up to him under Beck's nervous gaze, stretched out his fingers and touched the unlucky guy's forehead, and he passed out.

Dean came over to help Castiel hold him up, with a sense of relief that everything was over in his tone: "We send him back, and this matter will be settled satisfactorily."

But Castiel just put Beck flat, saying: "The silver coins are fished out, and his house no longer belongs to him."

Sam asked, "So what do we do, leave him here?"

Castiel nodded: "Someone will find him, I'll take you to the hospital."