Leave My Wings Alone

Dean didn't sleep very deeply, besides, he had already had a good sleep last night. He heard the sound of the door opening, so he opened his eyes and sat up slowly, and saw Sam standing at the door.He told Sam the address of the hotel in a text message before, and asked the front desk to leave him the room card. Dean yawned to greet him, but another familiar voice sounded first.

"Hello, Sam."

"Hi, Cas," Sam said.

Dean immediately turned his neck to look at the source of the sound, and saw Castiel sitting in the previous chair watching Sam, another magazine folded upside down in his lap - he had obviously finished the previous one.

Dean rubbed his face, greeted Sam and turned to Castiel, "Dude, when did you get back?"

"Half an hour ago." Castiel's tone was unremarkable.

"You...you don't wake me up, just sit like this silently?"

Castiel probably felt that Dean's description of him was too creepy, and he was a little unhappy, "You need sleep, I think I'd better not disturb you."

Dean made an "oh" and asked, "How do I sleep, do I snore?"

Castiel glanced at him oddly, then turned his attention back to the magazine, "By human standards, you're sleeping normally, and you're not snoring."

Sam cuts in at this point, saying to Dean, "You act like a little girl, or rather, you react like a little girl sat next to you for half an hour."

"Shut up, bastard." Dean shot his brother a glare.

Sam shrugged nonchalantly, decided to save Dean's face and not pursue his neurotic reaction, he turned to Castiel who was still reading, pointed to the cover and asked him, "Cas, when did you become interested in this—'Algebra Theory and the System of Modern Mathematics'?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Dean asked in surprise, "Didn't he read fashion magazines?"

When the brothers looked at each other, Castiel announced the truth: "This is Joshua's book, and it can be any book in the eyes of mortals, and ordinary humans cannot see its true content."

So Dean understood, "So it's just a boring angelic spell."

Castiel looked at him helplessly, but didn't retort, "You can think so."

"It's boring. I also want to say that the watch on the cover is not bad."

Focusing elsewhere, Sam asked, pointing to the pile of books lying next to Castiel's lap, "You brought some books back, are they all? Analysis," and "The American Continent—One of the Origins of Life," I think it should be."

"Yes, they all are."

"Whoa," Dean opened his mouth in surprise, "sounds really attractive, even though all I see is magazine after magazine."

"Is Cover Girl good-looking?" Sam asked.

"Don't think of me like that, okay? The one Cas is holding has Hamilton's summer cover on it, and the three next to it are all men's magazines." Dean rolled his eyes at him.

The clues were cut off at Kate, but they still didn't intend to give up, and decided to turn their attention back to Arno.

"We should talk to him face to face," Sam insisted.

Dean agrees with this proposal, but the problem is that the reason why they didn't go online with Arno in the first place is because this man lives too honestly on weekdays. There is no way to properly cooperate with the acceptance of the case.

"Hopefully poor Arno is out of the shadows," Dean said. "Shall we go to the police station tomorrow?"

"That's the only way to go." Sam bought two lunches on the way, he took out one and handed one to Dean, then put his own on the table, first took out his laptop from the document bag, hugged He walked to the table and put it away before moving the food on the table.

Dean didn't want to move his seat, so he sat on the bed and ate his chicken burger.

When the only two people in the room are eating, the creature that doesn't eat tends to look awkward, and while Castiel doesn't think it's a big deal, Dean insists on slipping his Coke to him anyway.

Dean doesn't really have any other ideas, but since the last quarrel, he always likes to do something to attract Castiel's attention, otherwise this guy will fly around the world again if he doesn't pay attention. It made him feel unreasonably unhappy to have somewhere else to go.

Whenever this time, he can clearly and reluctantly realize that Castiel can't do without him, and he doesn't have to stay by his side all the time and go nowhere.

But, Dean thinks he's the first human Castiel ever met, not counting the one with Bobby in the garage, at least the angel tried to talk to him twice before that.

But the fundamental problem is that Dean doesn't intend to show weakness, he would rather try ten thousand childish ways to talk to Castiel than apologize—

At least now he's not apologetic at all, Castiel missed the opportunity to let himself coax him long ago.

Here Dean was thinking about things, but Castiel was influenced by him, imitating him, sitting cross-legged on a chair, drinking with a straw and continuing to study the pile of books.

Dean looked at the other person quietly, afraid that Sam would find out his little tricks, and took a special look at Sam, only to find that Sam was concentrating on the laptop screen, so he was relieved and continued to peek at Castiel through the chip box.

He noticed the bite mark on the straw, and couldn't help but think of the saying "people who bite straws are good at all", and when the picture in his mind was about to develop in the wrong direction, Dean coughed and forced himself to stop.

Hell, he shouldn't be thinking about it.

The coughing caught the attention of the other two at the same time, and Dean jumped off the bed and dropped the bag, explaining to them, "It's just choking."

Sam then turned his gaze back, and Dean moved closer on purpose as he passed by Castiel's side, pointing at the unfinished soda that was set aside, then pointing at himself, meaning Can he drink it?

In fact, he meant it (on the premise that Sam didn't find out) as a joke, but Castiel obviously didn't understand the meaning of this joke of a special nature. He nodded and picked up the drink and handed it to Dean.

Dean thought Castiel probably meant "this is yours", he took the Coke glass stiffly, and the "I'm just kidding" just didn't say it, Dean picked up the glass and stared at the bite marks on the straw After watching for a while, he finally chose to maintain some of his little conscience under Castiel's increasingly curious gaze. He pulled his lips at the stiff angel, then pulled out the straw, opened the upper cover and raised his head to put the The rest of the liquid poured down the throat.

"Thanks." Subconsciously, he stretched out his tongue and licked around the outside of his lips, rolling all the remaining soda into his mouth.

Castiel said, "This is supposed to be yours."

Dean was still dazed as he circled back to the bed, and he kept thinking about one thing: Look, I guessed what he was thinking.

Half an hour later Dean was getting bored, Sam was browsing the web about the case, Castiel was in the pile of "clothing magazines" that Joshua had given him, and he had nothing to do.

So he dragged a stool without a back and ran to Castiel and asked, "Can I flip through these magazines?"

Castiel looked up at him for a moment, seemingly hesitating, "But what you see will only match what you see it in."

"You mean a bunch of jackets and board shorts?"

"Yes."

"Sounds good, I want to see it."

"Okay." Castiel then handed him one of them, and Dean glanced at the cover, and it happened to be the one that had Hamilton's watch on it.

He took it, shook it in his hand, and sat quietly beside Castiel to flip through the magazine.

Sam stopped once in the middle of the journey. He rubbed his dry eyes to find some water to drink, but he saw Dean and Castiel holding a copy of "Linear Algebra and Modern Mathematical System" and "Analysis of Black Hole Representation" with relish. Almost spit water out of my mouth.

"This is so weird," he said to himself.

When Dean heard him say that, he thought Sam was being sarcastic about him and Castiel sitting together reading a book without incident, since he and Castiel had been feuding for as long as he knew.In order to provoke Sam, Dean pulled the distance between the two of them a lot closer, but soon he felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at the wings supported by Castiel's shoulders, and silently moved himself further away until His wings can be fully extended.

Castiel looked at him with some puzzlement at first, and Dean pointed to his back honestly under the gaze of those blue eyes, the angel quickly understood, he pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a little displeasure in his eyes , but Dean didn't catch it in time.

Castiel stood up, holding the book in his hand, walked over to the cabinet next to Sam leaning against it, and stared at Dean without saying a word.

"...I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Castiel pursed his lips, and then said, "At least Sam doesn't have wings, so I don't have to be pushed out."

Startled by their conversation, Sam turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"No one puts you out, okay, that's not my intention." Dean stood up and tried to reason with him, but Castiel suddenly disappeared when he was close to him.

Before Dean could understand what was going on, the angel appeared on the other side of the room and said: "You once talked to me about the issue of private space, and I accepted your opinion, but this is obviously not within the scope of private space , but I still get rejected."

Dean turned to face the angel, and he patted his forehead with some headache, "Cas, you're a little unreasonable right now. Listen, I'd love to be with you, of course, but someone else's touch will make the wings You don’t want your wings to feel uncomfortable, do you? I’m sure you don’t want people to touch them.”

Obviously Dean's example was not good at all, Castiel said seriously: "If you won't be burned by glory, I don't care about you touching it at all." He thought for a while and added, "Sam can also .”

Sam quickly jumped out and said, "No, no, Dean alone is enough, don't involve me in the quarrel between the two of you, please."

Castiel gave him one last look before flapping his wings and leaving.

Dean waited for a while and didn't see Castiel appearing in the room again. He went to the bathroom to check again, but there was no angel there, and finally he had to accept the fact that the angel flew away again in anger. Humming and whimpering, he went back to the room, and then said to Sam, "Angels are so hard to serve."

Sam held his forehead, feeling a little tired, physically and psychologically, and said, "God, you two are so childish."