Leave My Wings Alone

The Winchesters rested until the next morning before leaving for the police station, during which time Castiel didn't show up once, and Sam bet he heard his brother yelling "Cas you bastard" a few times in his dream, but he decided not to take it for now. It's a matter of saying it, because Dean will only get angry, and Castiel obviously won't understand that this is an expression of missing in human society.

But soon he missed Castiel along with Dean, because Dean couldn't get into the Impala at all, which meant he had to cry and beg Castiel to come out, or walk to the police station three kilometers away.

So Sam secretly hated Dean's wings along with Castiel in his heart.

"What should I do now, call a tow truck to tow you there?"

"Think realistically."

The two of them stood at the corner of the street for 2 minutes, and when they were at a loss, a gust of wind blew up, and then Castiel appeared next to Sam.

"Hello, Sam," he said, turning his face to Sam, and for the first time he didn't fixate on looking Dean in the eyes, but looked straight ahead and said, "Hello, Dean."

Dean couldn't help but be a little annoyed to hear Castiel's deep voice coming from two meters away, muffled by the noise of the street.

Standing between the two of them, Sam, the only one who can communicate with both, asks Castiel, "Why are you here? I thought you were angry yesterday."

Castiel was silent for a while, then said, "I shouldn't have, I'm a little out of control, but I should hold it in."

There was no sincerity at all, Dean, who had been listening with his ears up, slandered in his heart.

Sam and Castiel chat for a few more words before Castiel asks if they're going to the police station.

"Are you here to see Dean?" Sam asked cautiously.

"I'll take the two of you there together." Castiel said, walking away from Sam and walking in front of the two brothers.

Dean stood face to face with him, swallowing subconsciously, "Uh, hey, nice haircut."

"Thank you." Castiel put his fingers on the hunters' foreheads, and then there was a flash of white light and they were gone.

Inside the police station.

Coincidentally, the officer on duty today was the officer who received Dean and Castiel that night.

Dean waved him over. "Hi, Mike."

A police officer named Mike recognized him and came over to chat with him. He pointed to Sam and asked, "Who is he?"

"My colleague, the last time you saw the guy in the trench coat was on vacation," Dean said.

Sam then reported the name on the ID.

"Did you come here for something, or because of the last murder?" Mike asked.

"Actually, we want to talk to Arno Brown in person, and some details need to be verified." Dean glanced inside, "How is his spirit?"

"It's much better. It's a coincidence that you came here. I'll report to the higher-ups and take you there."

"Trouble, buddy."

Mike left and Dean and Sam waited at the front desk for a while before being told they could go in and talk to Arno.They followed the police officer leading the way into the interrogation room, and saw a pale Arno sitting on the other side of the table.

The policeman walked out with his baton and stood in the doorway, Sam pulled up a chair and sat down, Dean stood with his chest crossed.

"Arno Brown, is it?" Sam asked.

Arno glanced at him vigilantly, then looked away, "I told the police everything I had to say, I killed the man."

"You misunderstood, we don't want to discuss this issue, we have other things we want to know from you."

"What?" Arno was taken aback, raised his eyes and asked.

"Do you know Kate Hill?"

Hearing this name, Arno's face changed obviously, "What are you guys trying to do? She has nothing to do with this matter."

"Relax, we're just asking," Dean said.

Arno calmed down and said angrily, "She's just my sister's classmate."

"We want to know what happened on the night of May [-]th."

Arno said with a strange face: "That day is my sister's birthday."

"Exactly, she invited Kate, and then after the birthday party you sent her to the station, I wonder what happened during that time," Sam said.

"What can happen? We talk, and then the station arrives, and I say goodbye to her, and that's it."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, and found that the "honest" Arno in the population was not in a very stable mood at the moment. He was probably suffering from mental damage and was very unfriendly.

"What did you talk about?"

"Didn't I say that this has something to do with the case?"

Dean stood up and spread his hands, and asked, "So you have something to do with the deceased? You didn't even know him, so you killed him."

Arno fell silent for a while, and finally he said: "I don't understand, what exactly do you want to know?"

"We want to know the truth," Sam said, "You don't look like the type to do something like that."

After hearing this sentence, Arno's expression was a little moved. He covered his face with his hands in silence for a long time, and then showed a tired face. He said slowly: "We came out of the house and talked for a while. Amy's birthday party, she said she liked that strawberry cake. Then she told me some funny things from school, and somehow our conversation got stuck, because she hinted something to me.. Anyway, she said she liked me , want to be with me."

"I think this is an unrealistic idea. I didn't want to delay her, so I tried to change the subject. She seemed to give up, and then took out a bracelet and said she would give it to me. This bracelet is the same style as the one she gave Amy that day. I can't refuse, so I accept it."

"She insisted I wear it, she seemed happy when I put it on, and then we talked about something else, about tennis or something, she loved the game, and I complained about the fact that there was no tennis club at school."

"Later, we arrived at the station. I asked her to be careful on the road, and then we said goodbye."

"That's all," Arno concluded, "I told you all."

"Are you still wearing that bracelet, can you show us?" Sam asked.

"After I put on the prison uniform, everything on me was taken away by the police. You have to ask them."

"Okay, can you talk about the next thing, why did you break into the house afterwards?"

Arno seemed reluctant to recall this, but Sam's expression was sincere, and he continued after thinking about it.

"After saying goodbye to Kate I walked back and after about 2 minutes I saw a house with lights on and I could see the living room through the window and there was a couple in there, they were sitting at the dining table with a Two glasses of red wine."

"They leaned together and talked, looking very sweet, then the woman got up to leave, the man stood up and took her to the door, after they kissed goodbye at the door, the woman drove away."

"I can't describe the feeling. I just felt very angry for no reason. Then I rushed to knock on the door as if I was controlled by anger. The host came to open the door quickly. He was surprised to see me, and then I bumped him When I entered the house, I went to the kitchen to get the knife, we had a fight, and I killed him..."

Arno covered his forehead with his hands, with a disappointed expression, "I thought I was crazy. At that time, my mind was filled with anger, and I didn't know what was wrong with me. When I woke up, I realized that I had killed someone."

"Do you ever feel like you're possessed, everything is involuntary?" Sam asked him.

"Possession? No, I don't know, I'm a little tired now, can I go?"

Sam sighed and nodded at him.

He greeted Dean, opened the door and walked out, and said to the police officer at the door, "Can you show us what Arno left behind?"

"He was taken away by his family, not at the police station."

Dean's voice filled with complaints: "How many places do we have to go?"

They came out of the police station and stood on the corner waiting for Castiel. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean caught a glimpse of a familiar figure across the street. He took a closer look and remembered that it was the grandparents and grandchildren he met on the road at Amy's school. The little girl who looked like he was pushing the old man's wheel Struggling uphill.

"What are you looking at?" Sam noticed he was lost in thought.

"A pair of grandparents," Dean said.

After he finished speaking, it was only a blink of an eye when a gust of wind blew by. He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and waited for the wind to stop before putting it down.

"Hello, Boys," Castiel said, appearing next to Sam.

"Cas, it's great that you're here. We need to go to Arno's house now, and you have to help us." Sam was glad that he showed up so soon, after all, the case had dragged on for two or three days, and it really Some trouble.

Castiel nodded and was about to make a move when Dean stepped up and interrupted.

Dean raised a hand to grab Castiel's wrist and said, "Wait a minute, I want to go across the street and buy a cone."

Castiel tilts his head at him, hands down.

"Well…it's getting hot and I've got a sudden craving for sweets," Dean explained.

Sam didn't quite understand him, and he said to Dean, "You're wasting our time."

Dean wasn't going to tell Sam that he was just trying to excuse himself for grabbing the angel's wrist with a twitch of his brain, insisting, "You know what stalling is, when we keep arguing endlessly like this."

After he finished speaking, he walked across the street, turned around and asked Sam, "Do you want strawberry flavor, Sammy?"

"I don't need any flavor."

"Well, whatever you want."

In the end he brought back two strawberry cones, which Sam would rather die than accept, and Dean slipped one of them to Castiel as a matter of course. Castiel hesitated to take it, looked at it for a while, and then shoved it back into the hunter's hand.

Dean thought his kindness had been rejected, but in the next moment he was brought to Arno's house with Sam, he was still dizzy from the teleportation, and with a sudden light in his hand, the cup of cone in his left hand was shattered Castiel snatched it back.

Holding the cone in front of his chest, the angel said to them solemnly: "You can call me when you come out."

Dean realized that he was about to leave, so he pointed to the cone in the angel's hand and said, "Fix it as soon as possible, or it will melt."

Castiel takes one look at him, then disappears.

Sam waited until he was sure that the angel had flown far away, bumped into Dean who was attacking sweets, and asked with a funny tone, "That's how you flatter him, strawberry cone?"

"I do not understand what you're saying."

"Come on Dean," Sam said relentlessly, "you know I'm not going to ask for that cone."

Dean took care of the cone, threw an arc and threw the outer packaging into the trash can, turned around and looked into Sam's eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised an inexplicable arc, "What, is it?" ? I have absolutely no idea."

Sam knew he was cheating, and after a moment of silence he didn't intend to continue pestering him, he left Dean and walked up the steps to ring the doorbell.

The brothers waited for a while before Amy slowly opened the door. She poked her head out and saw that it was them. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help becoming nervous, "What happened?"

"Relax, it's not a big deal, it's just that we thought, can we see what's in the mail from the police if we can?"

"You mean, my brother's belongings?"

Dean stepped forward and smiled at her, "Yes, everything."

Arno hesitated for a moment, then asked them to come in, and she led them to sit on the sofa, while she went to get Arno's things from the room.

Finally, Amy came over with a cardboard box. Dean quickly put down the half-eaten cake and took it. Sam also came to help. After obtaining Amy's consent, they cleared the coffee table and dumped the contents of the box on the On the coffee table.

Dean saw the brown bracelet rolled to the side at a glance, he motioned to Sam with his eyes, Sam immediately understood, picked up a coat and started talking to Amy.

Taking advantage of Amy's attention being attracted, Dean quietly took out the EMF, hooked the very ordinary-looking bracelet over, and turned on the switch of the detector. He waited with bated breath for a while, and found that the red light of the EMF was not on. stand up.

Dean frowned, tried a few more times, and with the same result, he muttered under his breath, "Damn."

While Amy looked down, Sam hurried to look at Dean, who mouthed "no response" and started checking other items.

After about 2 minutes, the result is still nothing.

At this moment, Sam finished talking with Amy and sat back on the sofa. He suppressed his doubts and fiddled with the things on the table as if checking.

"Did you find anything?" Amy couldn't help asking.

"Not yet, thank you for your cooperation." Dean finally gave up, he said, "You can put them away."

The two brothers helped Amy throw the things back into the cardboard box together. Sam was staring at those things in a daze, and suddenly noticed the things on Amy's wrist. He raised his head and pointed to the bracelet and asked Amy: "This yes……"

Amy followed his gaze down, then took off the bracelet and looked at him puzzled, "This is a gift from Kate, what's the problem?"

"Can I see it?" Dean said.

Although his request was strange, Amy agreed, and she handed him the bracelet.

Sam chimed in. "It's exquisite."

"Yeah," Amy smiled. "There's nothing superfluous, but the beautiful braiding makes up for it all, and I love it."

"Does your brother have one too? I just saw it in a cardboard box."

"Yes, Amy sent him one too."

While the two of them were talking, Dean had scanned the bracelet with an EMF, but unfortunately, it really seemed to be just an ordinary braided rope chain. There will be no progress if you go down, so you stop Sam and prepare to leave.

Sam quickly finished talking with Amy, and she walked them to the door, then closed the door and entered the house.

Dean and Sam stood in front of the house, not knowing what to say for a moment, both of them were a little at a loss, and finally Dean spoke first: "Brother, this case is too mysterious."

Sam smiled wryly: "I've begun to suspect that this is just a case of non-supernatural power."

"Who said it wasn't."

A bell rang suddenly at this moment, and they glanced at each other. The ringtone came from Dean's cell phone.

Dean pulled his phone out of his shirt, and the caller ID was Bobby, and he pressed the connect button.

"Bobby?"

"Dean, is Sam staying with you now?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You two boys never watch the news. There was another murder with similar tactics this morning. Who do you think the murderer is?"

"Who is it?" Dean stopped smiling.

"Kate Hill, that high school girl."

Sam saw Dean's expression changed instantly, and he asked eagerly from the side, "What happened?"

Dean hung up the phone with a serious expression, and then said to Sam, "You better take what you said before, if this is not a supernatural case, I won't eat pie for a year."