Leave My Wings Alone

When the two of them came out, Sam was a little frustrated, "I don't understand, Bobby rarely makes mistakes, I've told him all the details, if no ghost came to them that night, then what the hell is controlling Arno? "

It's not recess now, there's no one else in the hallway except the two of them, and Dean's walking is lighter than before because he doesn't have to worry about the wings, he doesn't care, "I don't know, let Bobby go check it out."

Sam stopped and looked at Dean.

Dean also stopped suspiciously, seeing Sam put on his most annoying expression again, and hurriedly said, "Please, buddy, don't do that."

"Dean, you don't care about the case at all, do you?"

"Uh," Dean reached out and rubbed his neck, "Maybe it's because Cas and I just got into an argument and were out of shape?"

"It's not because of that at all, you didn't intend to solve this case properly from the beginning." Sam frowned, disapprovingly said, "You're very resistant, aren't you? You don't want those inexplicable wings to disappear."

"God, you too, and Cas too, why did everyone fight with my wings overnight."

Sam ignored him and continued, "Anyway, I will definitely find out the truth about this matter, otherwise we will definitely start a fight because of this. Cas is the best example, he ran away because of you."

"Your example is not good at all," Dean retorted. "He has wings too. We never fought about it. He was angry about something else."

"what's up?"

Dean stops talking, he doesn't have the guts to say "Cas is upset because I interrupted him" and Sam sure won't believe it, he doesn't have the word "work around" in his head.

Seeing that Dean didn't want to say anything, Sam took a step back and said, "Are you going to keep arguing like this, at this special juncture?"

"We're not going to keep arguing, that's what a little girl would do," Dean said firmly.

"Yes, you used to be." Sam said firmly.

The matter reached a stalemate here. Although Sam was anxious, he was not that anxious. To be precise, he had expected that everything would not be so smooth. After all, in his memory, there was no case that could be solved easily. .

Although Dean had some disputes with the rest because of his wings, but fortunately his invisible wings showed no signs of festering yet, so Sam let him go for the time being.

The two of them went out of the school together, and when they saw Impala, they realized an unavoidable problem at the same time.

Dean looked at Sam for a moment before saying, "Fuck."

Sam fills in for him: "Fucking wings."

Dean whimpered a few times, but said nothing.

"What should I do now, should I call Cas over?"

Dean put his arm around his chest, stood there slouchingly and said, "You try to call him."

Sam did, but they waited 10 minutes and Castiel didn't show up.

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he complained to Sam, "Look, it's him who looks like a little girl, not me."

Sam actually couldn't believe it, he didn't think Castiel would do such a thing, if he did, it must be because his brother did too much.

Still, he couldn't make up his mind about the situation, and in the end he discussed it with Dean and came up with a compromise solution.

He drove the Impala to check out of the hotel where Dean stayed last night (originally Dean planned to stay there), and Dean went to a nearby star hotel to rebook the room.

They parted ways after they made a deal, and Dean felt a little uncomfortable watching the dark beauty walk away.

In the end, he had to admit that these wings, which he maintained in every possible way, were not cute and charming on all occasions.

Dean walked up the street, feeling a bit hot, probably because it was almost noon.He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned two of his suits, then stood by the side of the road and waited for the red light.

Not long after the green light came on, when he walked over, he saw an old lady with strenuous steps coming towards him, but soon her little granddaughter came to support her.

So Dean looked away, and after walking a few steps, he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. He turned his head and saw that Castiel, who appeared at some point, was keeping the same pace as him and staring straight ahead.

Dean swears in horror, and he walks across the street quickly, then turns to look at Castiel, who is still behind.

As soon as Castiel came over, he complained, "I almost got into a car accident because of you."

"You won't, it's green light just now, and it's time for pedestrians to pass."

Dean didn't talk about it anymore, he looked at Castiel, trying to catch some clues from the other's expression, but the angel still had a calm expression that didn't reveal anything, he simply swallowed the original words and changed the subject : "Sam called you just now, did you hear that?"

"I was called here by him, where is Sam?"

"...you're 10 minutes late, Sam went to check out."

"Sorry, I was dealing with something."

Dean didn't know how to respond, he let out a dry "oh".

Castiel asked: "What do you want from me, did you find anything from that girl?"

"She doesn't seem to know anything about it, except that she likes Arno like crazy and can guarantee that he doesn't behave in the slightest out of the ordinary. She insists on having an inexplicable and precise instinct for who she likes. You believe this guarantee Well, anyway, I don't believe it, it's pure nonsense." Dean coughed lightly and didn't answer the first question.

Castiel nodded, his brow furrowed, and he glanced at Dean and asked, "Where are you going now?"

"Open a room and sleep."

After listening to the angel, he nodded to express his understanding, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dean stared at where Castiel had been standing, a little annoyed at Castiel's behavior of leaving without saying hello.

Dean thinks Castiel is still mad, and he doesn't show it, but Dean just knows it.

He was depressed, and suddenly remembered something, the person who called Castiel was Sam, but this angel ran to him at the first time.

"So, is he still angry, or isn't he?" Dean said to himself, "Angels are hard to deal with."

After a long while, he shook his head, deciding not to worry about it, he took out his cell phone and called Sam, intending to tell him that Castiel had come.

The phone rang four times and was picked up.

"Dean?"

"It's me, Sam. Listen, Cas came here just now, but he left without saying a word—"

Sam cut him off, saying "Well... I know, he's on my side now."

Dean froze for a moment, "...oh, he's running really fast then."

"Do you want to talk to him on the phone? He's in the co-pilot right now."

"No. That's okay, I'm hanging up."

"Okay, see you later."

Dean imagined Castiel sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala having a friendly conversation with Sam, and suddenly felt a little unhappy, and he wasn't unhappy with Sam of course, he was unhappy anyway.

"Fucking." Dean stretched out his leg and kicked the electric pole next to him, and walked away angrily, "If I could fly, I would go find Bobby without saying a word."

Dean booked a double bed room in a four-star hotel, he opened the door with his key card, then closed the door, threw the key card on the bed, changed his clothes and went to take a shower.

His movements were done in one go, and when the hot water splashed on his back, he realized that he was not hindered by the wings when he took off his clothes. He didn't even remember how he took off his clothes, as if at that time there was no With a pair of wings.

Dean looked behind himself in the bathroom mirror, and he could see a pair of pure white wings spread out on his back, which wasn't actually huge, just the right size.It is very beautiful, not in the usual sense, with a faint light lingering around it, which makes people feel peaceful; the fluff on the wing tip is wet by water, but it is still softly attached to the wings, these beautiful feathers Dormant quietly, perfectly interpreting the word "beautiful".

Dean hadn't actually seen Castiel's wings, but the pair of wings in the shadows looked full and powerful, and he loved it, once he saw it, he couldn't forget it.He didn't know what color Castiel's wings were, but it must have glowed, and it must have been beautiful, as mesmerizing as the angel's blue eyes.

Dean thought about this and decided he shouldn't think about it anymore. He closed his eyes and let the warm water pour down from his head.

After taking a shower, he wiped himself clean and came out wearing a bath towel. He took the towel in his hand and wiped it on his hair a few times before throwing it aside.

Dean looked at the comfortable and soft big bed, and at the wings that had no trace of wetness at some point, carefully lay down on his side, and then he slowly turned over and lay flat, during which he didn't feel any pain Any discomfort, and eventually he completely relaxed and sank into the mattress.

Dean fumbled back, the wings were still there, not crushed.

He was in a much better mood, then fumbled around in the pile of clothes and took out his mobile phone.

He dialed Bobby, turned on the speakerphone, and lay on the bed with his eyes closed to count how many times the bell rang.

Bobby quickly connected: "What's the matter, troublemaker?"

"Bobby, on this case, something went wrong, and the girl said they didn't encounter a ghost that night."

"I know, I'm checking."

"You know? Sam called you?"

"No, Cas just came to sit with me, he told me."

"...Oh, since he said it, I'll hang up and call me when you find out." Dean cut off the phone after saying this.

"Damn it, Cas." Dean said suddenly, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

"I don't understand, why □□?" A voice suddenly sounded.

Dean sat up from the bed in fright, looked at Castiel standing at the foot of the bed in horror, and said loudly, "Why are you here?"

"I went to explain the situation to Sam and Bobby, and then I came back to you." Castiel looked him in the eyes, "Why the fuck?"

Dean stared at him for a while, then looked away, "No reason."

Castiel opened his mouth as if to say something more, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Dean picked up the clothes and put them on himself, and he couldn't help but ask as he buttoned them, "So... you're still back?"

"what?"

"You ran back after looking for Sam and Bobby?"

Castiel nodded, took a step forward and looked down at Dean sitting on the bed, "Yes, I said I'll be in charge of picking you up and dropping you off during the time you can't sit in the Impala."

"Uh-huh." Dean seemed to be relishing the rhetoric.

Castiel stared at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Your wing...how is it?"

"Oh, it's fine, it seems to have no abnormalities except for resisting other people's touch. I can even lie down and sleep well, and changing clothes is not a problem."

Castiel frowned and looked at Dean's back for a long time before saying, "It's weird."

"Nothing else, but you seem to have a big problem with it," Dean said.

"I don't know where it came from, and I'm not sure it won't harm you..."

Castiel continued to talk, but Dean jumped off the bed, he was still wrapped in a bathrobe, stood up on the hanging chair and took his pants into the bathroom, "Okay, okay, we all understand, it It's a restless factor."

Castiel stares at the closed bathroom door, having learned to control his emotions about being interrupted by Dean again, and decides not to say anything about his gaffe.He pursed his lips, then took out a book from the magazine rack, found a chair and sat down to read.

When Dean came out, he was surprised to see the angel still in the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Castiel put down the magazine and looked up at him.

"Uh, do you have something to say to me?" Dean asked.

Castiel neither nodded nor shook his head, he calmly looked away and picked up the magazine again.

"Man, you make me feel a little confused, are you fighting with me?"

Castiel looked out of the blue, looked up, looked into Dean's eyes and said seriously, "I just thought you didn't want me to keep staring at you, so I had to find something else to do."

Having said that, Dean felt like he seemed a bit small-minded, so he stopped dwelling on the issue and changed the subject: "Are you going to stay until Sam comes over, and after that?"

"I'm going to heaven to bring some books over and read them here. Sam thinks I'd better stay near you because he thinks you're starting to disagree with us about the wings."

"Sammy is like an old lady."

Castiel ignored him, and continued: "I discussed with Bobby, he searched for information on ghost possession, and I'm in charge of your wings."

"How are you responsible, grooming me?"

"It's not funny, Dean." Castiel stood up and put the magazine down. He walked around the room with a scrutinizing gaze, then took out a piece of chalk from his clothes, and drew a pattern on the wall.

"what is this?"

"An anti-spell, so at least normal monsters can't get in." He put the chalk on the table and said to Dean, "I have to go."

"Where are you going? Didn't you say you were here all the time?" Dean stared at him.

"Going to heaven to move books, it will take a while to talk to Joshua."

"Then you go early and come back early." Dean was relieved, and then he relaxed and lay back on the bed, raising one hand and waving casually.

He waited for a while, but no one answered, so he glanced at the place where Castiel was just now, and found that there was no one there.He opened his mouth slightly and took a breath, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.