Leave My Wings Alone

Sam said he got a call from Bobby last night, and Bobby said that Dean might have met a mischievous elf.

When this sentence was finished, both Castiel and Dean thought of Gabriel first, but this was obviously impossible, because Gabriel had been obliterated by Lucifer, and Castiel could no longer perceive his glory, which meant that he had not been resurrected.

"So, what we encountered might be a real mischievous elf." After finishing this sentence, Sam felt a little confused again, "But when did we provoke it, the monster in the last case was a werewolf..."

"Then let's start with this case," Castiel said.

While the two of them were seriously discussing the case, Dean didn't intervene at all, and he was eating a burger with peace of mind, enjoying the treatment of Sam and Castiel worrying about him from the sidelines.

Sam knocked on his table, "Aren't you acting a little too calm, aren't you afraid that your wings will suddenly fester? Then we mortals and angels who can't see wings can only look at you on the ground Rolling around and not being able to help."

Dean frowned, "Don't be so disgusting, I'm eating." He saw the two people opposite him staring at him with a disapproving attitude, so he had to put down the food in his hand.

"Okay." He scratched his face irritably, "I wanted to panic, but... it felt like I had it all the time, I didn't see it as a monster, I Treat it as part of who I am."

These words made Castiel and Sam ponder for a long time. They always felt that this time they encountered something very difficult. Either it was really a generous gift from some guy to Dean, or it was dangerous at any time. There may be accidents.

Castiel felt a little irritated, he hated situations that he was out of control, especially when Dean was involved, he never allowed anything out of his control to interfere with the green-eyed hunter .

Dean didn't expect the reaction from the two of them to be so big, and sighed leisurely, "Listen, I know you two are worried about me, but I'm not dying, okay? I mean, you two are here with me, What can happen to me?"

But Castiel and Sam still didn't speak.

Dean had no choice but to say, "I promise I'll take care of myself, okay, I'll let you guys know if anything goes wrong."

The two people sitting across from each other relaxed a little and nodded.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, his appetite returned, but he had finished with the burger, so he set his sights on the fries in front of Castiel.

He didn't just reach out to grab it though, he just reached up to Castiel and pulled the food out of the bag of chips in front of the angel and put it back in his mouth.

Sam looked at him with strange eyes, but the latter looked disapproving.

Castiel also condoned Dean's behavior, anyway, he didn't need to eat, so he stared blankly at Dean's hand that stretched out from time to time, his eyes moved back and forth with the other's hand, from the bag of chips to the corner of his mouth, he looked at it several times.

Sam felt a little uncomfortable, the weird pheromones emitted between his brother and the angel almost blocked everyone, which made him restless, and he just wanted to finish this terrible breakfast quickly and not sit here anymore act as a light bulb.

After 10 minutes, the tortured breakfast time for Sam was finally over, and he took the stolen credit card with ease to check out, while Dean and Castiel were waiting for him at the door.

When he came out, Dean was sitting on the body of the Impala talking to the angel. When he saw Sam coming, he waved to him, then jumped out of the car, and touched the body with his hands very reluctantly.

"So, we're going to Arno Brown's house now?" Sam came over and asked.

"Yes, you drive there. Is there anything you want me and Cas to prepare? Let's catch the time and drive there."

"Then go to his company and get his information, maybe it will come in handy."

After explaining a series of things, Sam got into the Impala and waved goodbye to the other two.

Looking at the black beauty going away, Dean flexed his knuckles, then turned his head and said to Castiel beside him, "I'm ready, let's go to work."

Castiel nodded, pressing his fingers to his forehead.

In a blink of an eye, the place where three people and one car were parked just now was empty.

Castiel and Dean appeared in front of an office building, they looked at each other, and then walked into the office building one after the other.

The security guard at the door stopped the two of them, and before Dean could speak, Castiel took out the fake ID from the inner pocket of his clothes and motioned to him, "I'm Eddie Moscone, a federal agent."

Dean followed him and showed his ID, "I'm Alonzo Mosely, his colleague."

Security let the two of them in, and while waiting for the elevator, Dean moved closer to Castiel and said to him in a teasing tone, "You've been pretty good this time."

At this moment, the elevator doors opened, and Castiel walked in first, Dean didn't have time to see his expression clearly, and felt a little regretful.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, Dean didn't expect Castiel to press the floor, he turned his back to Castiel and stretched out his finger to the floor button, "What floor is that guy's company on?"

"Seventeenth floor." The angel's usually unwavering voice sounded behind him.

Dean was about to say yes, but he felt his eyes spinning, and when he came back to his senses, they had already appeared outside the elevator on the seventeenth floor.

Dean subconsciously turned around to look at the elevator behind him. The sign next to him showed that the elevator was still slowly climbing up the third floor. He turned back to look at Castiel, who was confused when he saw the helplessness in his eyes , so Dean thought for a moment and swallowed back what he was going to say.

"…It's yours, man." He just can't get enough of Castiel.

"You're welcome." Castiel accepted the compliment seriously.

Just before they reached their destination, Castiel suddenly caught up with the hunter, stared him in the eyes and asked, "Are you upset because I always teleport?"

"Nothing," Dean retorted subconsciously, then thought for a while, and added, "I'm just not used to you teleporting me around without any notice, sometimes it's so creepy."

So the angel apologized very sincerely: "I'm sorry, Dean, I was just thinking that your wings might get cramped in that tight space."

As soon as Castiel's words fell, Dean found himself a little moved, all the little emotions he had before flew away, "I didn't expect you to be because of this, sometimes you are really..." He paused Pause, then say, "Like an angel."

"I'm an angel." Castiel obviously didn't understand Dean's words.

"I know you're an angel, I mean, more of an 'angel' for humans, you know, like an elf."

"I'm sorry, Dean, I don't think I understood you." Castiel was still confused. "Elves are actually quite annoying creatures, and I can't put your words into words."

Dean couldn't help laughing, he said softly, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you understand that I'm complimenting you sincerely, I didn't even say that to any girl."

"But you have to promise me not to tell Sam about it, okay? It's a secret between us."

Castiel tilted his head, thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay."

Although he still couldn't understand it, he always chose to believe and agree to Dean's words and requests.

They got the data file, and then went to meet Sam without stopping.

The timing was just right, Sam had just come out of the Impala when they reached the rendezvous point, and he greeted them: "Have you got Arno's information?"

"Got it, we just rushed over." Dean said and handed him the file.

Sam flipped through it quickly and said, "Okay, listen, I got some clues from Bobby. Based on the information you and Cas provided, let's tentatively deduce that he is possessed by a ghost."

"Wait a minute," Dean interrupted him, "but there is no ghost phenomenon. We surveyed the scene and investigated the corpses. What's more, Arno didn't say that there were power outages, thunderstorms, etc. We asked yesterday morning Do you remember who passed him?"

"That's the problem, so maybe he wasn't directly possessed."

Dean's face became serious, he and Castiel looked at each other, and then asked, "What do you mean?"

Sam used the time they walked to Arno's house to explain the principle of indirect possession, and finally said: "So we have to ask who else was with him that night when the incident happened. "

"What a cunning ghost," Dean muttered.

Finally, they discussed for a while, and decided to let Castiel act alone to prepare weapons against this kind of ghost with higher abilities; the two brothers went to visit nearby, trying to find the unlucky one who was possessed by the primitive.

After they agreed to meet at the gate of the community at noon, they were ready to split up.

Unexpectedly, Castiel didn't just flap his wings and leave immediately this time, he stood still and looked into Dean's eyes, and said to the brothers, "Then I'm leaving."

Sam said in surprise, "You...are you saying goodbye to us?"

Castiel nodded, "I thought it would be good to let you know in advance." He gave Dean a deep look before disappearing.

"When did he become so—" Sam wanted to sigh with Dean, but found that Dean stopped where he was, with a sweet and disgusting expression on his face.

"..." Intuition told Sam, it's best not to ask anything at this time.

And there's no need to ask, anyone with a discerning eye can guess what's going on, Sam rolled his eyes and decided not to make fun of himself.

Fortunately, Dean quickly returned to normal. He restrained his expression and greeted Sam to start working: "Let's go, Sammy."

Sam walked back and forth with him, he had already changed into a suit a long time ago, and now he was stuffing a stack of documents into his shirt, "Arno also has a younger sister who is in high school, and his mother is for someone else The nanny at home is not here at this time, and my father left home ten years ago, and the family depends on him to work hard."

"Oh, poorArno." Dean sighed, and then asked, "Is his sister home, what's her name?"

Sam recalled and replied: "Amy Brown, she has temporarily suspended her studies and is now at home."

Dean nodded and said nothing more.

They stopped in front of Arno's house five minutes later, Sam up the steps to ring the bell, Dean following him.

After a while, the door opened, and it was a little girl who opened the door. She stared at the two brothers vigilantly, clasping the door frame tightly with her hands and asking, "Who are you?"

Sam and Dean showed their work IDs with ease, reported fake names, and looked at her very sincerely, and finally she was relieved and let them in.

"Are you Amy Brown?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I am." Amy sat awkwardly on the sofa, the brothers sat across from her, Sam tried to say something to relax her, and Dean looked around when she wasn't looking.

"We're here about your brother," Sam said. "Is there anything you can tell us?"

Amy shook her head, "I've told the police everything I need to say, I...forget it, it's nothing."

"We want to hear you describe it in detail again, such as did your brother come back with anyone that night, classmates or something?"

Amy quickly raised her eyes and glanced at Sam. At this time, Dean took the EMF as an excuse to go to the bathroom and was about to go to the house to investigate. She seemed to have something to say, but she fell silent again.

After a long while, she finally said, "It's true that brother didn't come back alone, but what does this have to do with what you want to know?"

"who's that person?"

Amy didn't answer directly, and seemed a bit resistant, "Why do you ask this?"

Sam looked at her and suddenly asked, "You don't believe your brother is a murderer, do you?"

Amy's expression moved, but she still held back her mouth.

So Sam continued: "We learned from Arno's colleagues that he is an honest man, and no one believes that he can commit murder. If you have something to tell us, maybe we can help you."

"...Really?" Amy was skeptical, but Sam knew she had loosened a bit.

He looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Really, trust us, okay?"

When Sam thinks, no one can easily refuse his request, Dean once said that, and it turns out, he was right.

Not long after, Dean came back with nothing, and Sam finished talking with Amy, and they both said goodbye to the poor little girl, and then walked out of the house.

"What news did you get?" Dean asked him as soon as he was outside.

"Arno was indeed accompanied by someone back home on the day of the murder. Guess who that person was?"

"How do I know, his ex-girlfriend?"

"His admirer."

"It seems that I guess the technology of things is not bad, and then?"

"Do you know why Amy was reluctant to confess that person in the first place, because this girl is her classmate."

Dean paused and looked at Sam in wonder, "...is that what I thought, underage?"

"Underage," Sam said.

"Well, I can't see that Arno is so good at playing."

"You misunderstood, that girl only likes Arno one-sidedly, and Arno is not with her."

"Then what were they doing together that day?"

"It was Amy's birthday that day, and she invited the girl to come to her house as a guest. When she came, she happened to meet Arno who was working, so the two of them left together."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What's the girl's name?"

"Kate Hill, we're going to visit Amy's school next."

"I didn't detect anything in the house, did Kate do anything unusual?"

"From Amy's description, she was not possessed at that time, and Arno was normal."

"Then that means they weren't possessed at home?"

"No, Arno sent Kate home after the birthday party. I checked the time and the deceased was killed half an hour later."

"Then where do we start our investigation?"

"Ghosts don't possess people for no reason. Let's find Kate first."