Leave My Wings Alone

The night shift staff seemed surprised by the late-night visit of the two FBI agents. Dean showed his ID cards skillfully, and then said to him: "Aren't you also working the night shift? It's the same wherever you work. You are treated as a coolie by your boss."

The other party seemed to agree with his statement, and his guard was relieved a lot, and he led Dean and Castiel to the archives.

"The criminal you're talking about..." the police officer recalled his name and continued, "Arno Brown, just that gentle-looking man? I can't believe he can do that kind of thing. How do you say that? Come-"

Castiel picked up his words: "You can't judge a person by his appearance."

Both the officer and Dean stopped, and they turned and stared at Castiel for a long moment.

"What, I know that." Castiel stared at Dean as well, seemingly dissatisfied that he wasn't getting the desired effect.

The police officer quickly came to his senses, "Uh, yes, that's right. We accepted the case yesterday morning, let me think about where we put the records..."

As the officer started a new round of rambling, Dean quickly turned his head and gave Castiel an encouraging look, "You're right, Cas."

Castiel thought it was very helpful, and there was a little smile in his blue eyes, but the hunter who immediately turned back to talk to the policeman missed the opportunity to appreciate this scene.

They stopped in front of the archives door, and when the officer pulled out a key to open it, Dean slid up to Castiel and murmured softly, "God, this corridor is so narrow, my wings are going to be huddled together. "

Castiel imagined the scene for himself, and was immediately moved. He looked at Dean sympathetically, and said sincerely, "That's too bad."

At this time the door opened, and the police stood at the door waiting for them to enter.

Dean casts a disgusted glance at the door, and Castiel realizes right away that he must be holding back because of the wings, and it's weird how Dean cares about getting in.He didn't want to scare the police, so he suggested that Dean wait outside, and he and the police went in to get the records.

The policeman didn't think too much, and led Castiel in and took out the murderer's notes and handed them to him, "There are three copies in total, and they're all here."

Castiel nodded.

"Are you here to watch?"

Angel walked out of the file room, handed Dean one of the transcripts, and said, "We need a spacious place to look at these things."

"What?" The policeman was a little confused.

Dean was afraid that Castiel would impulsively tell the truth, so he hurriedly said, "Spondylosis, you know that kind of pain, I can hardly live without a bed."

The police officer probably has a family member suffering from this disease. He showed a clear and sympathetic look, "Thank you, buddy, your boss is really not human. Let me find you a room with a big bed."

Dean gave Castiel a smug wink furtively.

In the end the officers put them in the chief's lounge, which was spacious and Dean seemed satisfied.

"Thanks buddy."

"Then go in and remember not to rummage through things."

The policeman went back to his duty after he finished speaking, and Dean waited for him to walk away before slowly moving in sideways, followed by Castiel.

Dean took off his shoes and sat on the blanket on the floor, he sighed a little comfortably: "This chief really enjoys it."

Castiel found a chair and sat down. He quickly entered the state and scanned the information above ten lines at a glance.

For a moment, both of them fell into a peaceful silence, and I have to say that they both enjoyed this moment.

Castiel noticed that Arno used to make a living in a typing company, and his colleagues commented on him as "honest" and "enthusiasm". His boss even said, "I can't believe he did such a thing."

Temperament changed drastically. Castiel captures this key message.

It seemed that something had found him.

It's just that he really can't figure out what it has to do with Dean's wings. If it was really done to the guy Arno attacked, then why would he give someone else a pair of wings while making people grumpy? , which really doesn't make sense.

While Castiel was deep in thought, Dean also finished reading the transcript and said, "What do you think it was made of?"

Castiel shook his head honestly. "I don't know, Dean."

"Well, it's what I thought, maybe we can visit his neighborhood tomorrow." He yawned.

Castiel put down the documents in his hand and asked him curiously: "Are you sleepy?"

"Kind of, I barely slept yesterday."

"Otherwise, go lie down on the bed over there for a while."

"Forget it, I'll wrinkle the sheets when I sleep on them, and it won't be good if people think we're rolling sheets on them."

"I can bring it back."

"You're so sweet, Cas." Dean sighed, and then added mischievously, "But which one are you referring to, sleeping on the stomach or rolling the sheets?"

Castiel seemed to be used to Dean's sudden indecency, so he didn't speak, but Dean always felt that he was stared at in a trance, but when he looked carefully, Castiel's eyes had moved back to the transcript file.

Dean rubbed his neck, thinking to himself, if that look hadn't been an illusion... it would have been alluring.

The next morning Dean was woken up by Sam's call. He fumbled for his phone in a daze, and when he connected, he heard Sam asking where he was last night.

"Find a room at any star-rated hotel." Dean rubbed his face and became a little more sober. "We'll check around the murderer's house today, and you'll wait for me and Cas at the fast food restaurant later."

"Cas?"

"He checked the records for both of us last night, and I stayed with him."

"Oh." Sam's tone was a little strange.

"Fuck you, we just met by chance."

"Oh." So Sam's tone became even weirder.

Dean rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.

He threw the phone back on the bedside table, his eyes searched around, and finally saw the mark that seemed to be an angel sitting on the bed next to him.

"Cas, are you there?"

Not long after, an angel appeared before him, "Dean."

"Where have you been?"

"I did some research." Castiel looked at Dean strangely after speaking, "Your..."

Before he finished speaking, Dean understood what was going on. He was supposed to sleep on his stomach, but now he was lying on his back for some reason.

He almost jumped up, and then immediately looked back at his wing, but fortunately it was still hanging behind him well, and there was no fracture.

"Thank goodness." Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

Castiel couldn't see what had become of Dean's wing, but he asked anyway, "Did you crush it?"

"No, I just fell asleep a little bit." Dean got up, put on his shoes and walked towards the bathroom, "Is there a comb in the bathroom?"

As a result, as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Castiel standing inside, looking at a wooden comb in his hand.

Looking at Dean's unrecovered face, Castiel handed him the comb, "Yes."

"...Thanks, buddy."

Dean stood at the door and took the comb, turned and walked into the room, Castiel came out after him, and finally sat down on his own bed, watching Dean grab the comb and pull it behind him again and again.

Castiel maintained a calm expression, but he still felt a little weird in his heart.

Probably because his eyes were too scorching, Dean stopped his hands, "Why are you looking at me like that, don't you angels comb your hair?"

Castiel seemed to be having a little trouble with the term "grooming," and he looked away and said, "Our wings don't get messed up, Dean."

"Oh, that's poor, you've lost a pleasure for nothing."

Castiel turned his eyes back to Dean, watching his hands move strangely across the back of his shoulders, and couldn't help but think, no, we're not pitiful at all.

In the end, Dean had to make a fuss, and Castiel had to accompany him to breakfast.

Dean bought two cans of Coke and handed Castiel the other as he unzipped the tab, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Now the black beauty is Sam's, and I can't stay in the car."

Castiel also imitated Dean's example and opened the Coke can. He was curious about the bubbling drink, but before that he had to appease the bitter Dean, "During the few days when the matter is resolved, I can take you anywhere."

"Angel Teleportation Array?" Dean's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'm even with Sam, the black beauty belongs to him, and you belong to me."

Castiel was noncommittal about this, he tentatively pushed the soda to his mouth, and the strange taste buds stimulated him to open his eyes wide.

Dean died laughing at the way he drank his Coke like this, and he couldn't help laughing beside him.

Castiel felt a little bit of his majesty. He reached out and tapped Dean's forehead, and Dean disappeared.

Sam was taken aback by Dean who suddenly appeared, and then asked, "Why are you alone, Cas?"

"I laughed at him and he sent me here."

Immediately afterwards Castiel also appeared, holding the can of Coke in his hand, as if he was competing with someone, he gulped the Coke down his throat in one gulp, then threw the bottle away, resisting the desire to hiccup, and said : "Now, you two go to have breakfast."

Sam was stunned, but Dean looked overjoyed. He put his hands on Sam's shoulders, looked at the angel's back and said with a smile, "You don't even know how interesting he is, compared to you who can only put on bitchface The guy is much more fun."

After speaking, he let go of his hands in disgust and stood aside, "You squeezed my wings." Then he followed Castiel and walked quickly to the fast food restaurant.

Sam stood there speechless for a moment, then rolled his eyes skyward with a huge roll.

Sam followed and was about to enter the door, but found Dean stopped at the door, he asked strangely, "Why are you standing here?"

"Sam, it's too crowded."

Well, again because of that pair of inexplicable wings.

"You know, Dean, you're like a delicate and annoying princess now." Sam still remembered the grudge just now, he swaggered in through the main entrance, and turned around to show Dean what he was best at on purpose bitchface.

But he soon lost his composure, because Castiel was coming out with a breakfast when he saw Sam and nodded at him.

"You need to eat too?" Sam wondered, looking at the beef burger and fries on the dinner plate.

"Dean won't come in, I ordered it for him," Castiel said, "We'll just sit outside, and you can come out and find us after you order."

Sam turned to look at his brother in disbelief, who grimaced at him with a terrified face.

He had to try to talk to Castiel and said earnestly, "Cas, don't you think you're his babysitter now?"

"It's my duty, I have to take care of you both, and Dean is in a special situation right now."

Sam was speechless, in fact Castiel was summoned by him, and he knew what the other person said was right, but he always felt that Dean's behavior was a bit exaggerated now, like a troublemaker desperately trying to attract the attention of his parents.But he had no choice but to hope that Dean would save himself a little trouble, and finally he ordered a grilled chicken wing at the front desk in protest.

Dean stared at Sam as he finished eating a chicken wing, knowing he was being aggressive, raised his eyebrows, and said to Castiel, "He's disrespecting your wings."

Sam said, "Come on, Dean, my two wings here are from you, they have nothing to do with Cas."

Castiel watched silently as the two brothers bickered, and he always enjoyed the moment most of the time, he thought human beings were such amazing creatures, they sometimes choreographed each other like this mean, but in fact maintained a kind of intimacy emotional bond.

Soon Dean noticed something from the strange eyes of passers-by, because Castiel didn't eat, so the two brothers who were piled up with food in front of them looked a bit annoying, he coughed in a low voice, and pushed a bag of French fries to the In front of Castiel, "Just put on a show, buddy, or people will think we're mistreating you."

Castiel nodded in agreement, but he had no desire to eat, and just let the chips sit on the table.

He watched Dean's chewing movements, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "When you lay down and fell asleep, didn't you feel anything in your wings?"

Sam chimed in: "Did he lie down and sleep?"

"I was lying on my stomach, and when I woke up, I was lying down. But," Dean said strangely, "I didn't feel any discomfort, it just slumped on my back like that, which is different from usual , every time I go to a slightly narrower place, I will squeeze it, I can feel it, and the feeling is not very pleasant."

"If someone touched it, would you feel it?" Castiel asked.

This question obviously caught Dean, he paused and said, "I don't know, no one has touched it so far." As he spoke, his eyes wandered between Castiel and Sam, "Who of you Come and try?"

Castiel looked eager to try, and Sam didn't intend to fight him, but he reminded: "Better try later, it's on the street now, people will think we are crazy."

So the three of them temporarily put the topic aside.