[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

"Very good, very good!" Liszt Roderick held up the camera, his tone full of excitement.He pressed the shutter quickly, and took more than a dozen shots in a row before putting down the camera and rushing to Dean's side.

Sam's shock a moment ago was quickly replaced by speechlessness.

Lister Roderick was dancing, trying to direct Dean to change positions.But Dean himself was terribly stiff, and Lister Roderick had to pinch his arms and slap his thighs to make him relax and relax.

Something happened that left Sam speechless.

After Lister Roderick finally got Dean into a pose that satisfied him, he turned around and directed a staff member on the scene to move.As the staff member moved, Sam was surprised to find that Dean's eyes also moved, and his eyes were particularly affectionate.

Sam took a closer look, only to find that the staff member was holding a cheese bacon burger in his hand...

No wonder Dean looked at the camera so affectionately, it turned out that he was aiming at the burger.

The corner of Sam's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

And in this gap, Dean noticed Sam who was standing blankly at the door, he slapped Liszt Roderick's hand which was tidying his cuffs, and said angrily: "Liszt, please leave."

Lister Roderick glanced back at the door, and when he saw the lawyer Jeffrey White and the tall young man standing beside him, he immediately understood.Although he was reluctant to let Dean leave the camera, Dean's temper... well, angels have privileges.

Liszt Roderick waved his hand and said in a reluctant tone, "Okay."

Dean didn't care whether the tone was forced or not. The first thing he did was to stride up to the staff member holding the bacon cheeseburger, take the burger in his hand politely but not refusing, and then walked towards the door. Sam, take people away together.

Sam was in a complicated mood, and he didn't forget to take the hamburger away before coming to him, which was indeed Dean's style.

Dean didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. He grabbed the hamburger and took a bite, which made the faces of the passing staff distorted. Food with such a high calorie content should not be touched by actors or models. .

"I'm exhausted." Dean, who swallowed a mouthful of the hamburger forcefully, and dragged Sam into the next empty room, let out a heartfelt sigh.

Being a model in front of the camera takes more energy than Dean's [-]-round fight with a werewolf, especially last night when he was fighting wits with Crowley. He was almost blinded by reading the details of the contract. My energy hasn't recovered yet.

Dean heaved a sigh of relief after quickly getting rid of the bacon cheeseburger, which was especially warm, and finally had the strength to deal with Sam.

After taking two sips of mineral water, Dean glared at Sam, and asked first, "You're not studying at Stanford at this time, what are you doing in Los Angeles?"

Sam pursed his lips, looked at Dean's hairsprayed hair and his face, which had been obviously retouched by a makeup artist, and said, "How did you become one of the male lead candidates?"

When Sam asked, Dean's face turned black.

When he thought of standing in front of the camera, being manipulated by a group of people, and having to endure Lister Roderick's nasty compliments that made him want to hit someone, Dean wished he could dig a hole. go in.

So unmanly!

Dean gritted his teeth hard, glared at Sam, and said, "What do you think?"

If it weren't for the fact that there were a bunch of profilers in the police station who Bobby said were even more mysterious than a psychic, and they couldn't legally rescue Sam by their own strength, why would he be involved in Bobby's troubles? It is suggested to come down to interview the leading actor candidates.

In order to increase his acceptance rate, he also went to the beauty salon for four hours at Bobby's request.

God, four hours!

When it was all over, Dean couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at himself in the mirror—his facial features and appearance are one thing, but he has always been a tough guy, not a fancy girl!

He strongly suspected that Bobby wanted to see him laugh.

Dean was in pain but couldn't tell.

Sam narrowed his eyes immediately, a stern look flashed across his brown eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "What did you promise him?"

Although he hadn't investigated Liszt Roderick's information, but looking at his positive and enthusiastic attitude when he took pictures of Dean just now, he strongly suspected that the rich bastard had no good intentions for Dean.

Whether to break the guy's third leg or the third, that's the question.

"Promise what?" Dean snorted coldly, "Isn't it just to participate in that kind of training, don't worry, I have confidence..."

Sam raised his eyebrows, confident?

"...was eliminated." Dean raised his hand to wipe his face, but he remembered the masterpiece that the makeup artist had been busy working on his face for several hours. This touch is very likely to be rubbed with unknown powder, He had no choice but to endure this movement, and said with a grim expression on his face, "Anyway, I will make trouble here as soon as possible... No matter what kind of monster it is, just deal with it."

"And you." Dean's hazel green eyes fixed on Sam, "Sam, why are you here?"

"I combined the reports in the newspapers and used my experience to judge that the murderer who killed three people in succession was a supernatural creature." Sam said flatly, "So, here I am."

"Sam, what's wrong with you!" Dean's eyes widened, and his tone was inevitably tinged with anger, "What's wrong with you. If you find this kind of case, you can call me or tell other hunters through Harvelle Roadhouse , instead of running to Los Angeles by yourself! This is not what you should do!"

"What do you mean 'it's not what I should do'?" Anger suddenly appeared on Sam's face, and his voice suddenly raised, "I saw it, I'm here, what's the problem?"

"Big problem!" Dean gritted his teeth angrily, his green eyes were shining like flames, "You are no longer a hunter!"

"I am." Sam raised his jaw, and taking advantage of his height, he looked at Dean and said, "I am a hunter, a hunter from the Winchester family. Saving people, hunting things, family business."

"You—" Dean clenched his fists. It was Sam who wanted to get rid of the life of hunting demons and leave their home.He had hoped that Sam would come home, but the price of Sam's return was too high, and now Dean didn't want Sam to lose everything he was running now.

He didn't want to wait until he died because of that trial, and Sam was still in the dark, continuing to fight those monsters.

So, he gave up and decided to take on everything.

But now?

Sam returned to the witch hunting industry quietly—well, it’s not silent, after all, he told himself that he wanted to return some time ago—but Dean thought that he had persuaded Take Sam.

why?

Shouldn't his Sammy go to Stanford honestly, go to his law school, become his barrister, get married after graduation, have children and dogs... Wait!

Is it because of Jessica?

Dean's eyes full of anger and confusion showed hesitation. He looked at Sam in surprise and said, "You...remember? About Jessica?"

Sam's expression suddenly became tense, as if he had been poked at a pain point, and his aura became sharp.His lips were tightly pursed, and after a while, he said coldly: "I don't want to mention this matter again."

Sam's attitude just confirmed Dean's guess.

"she……"

"Jessica Moore is fine." Sam looked at Dean expressionlessly, "If you want to ask her recent status, she has a boyfriend, a classmate from the same college, and they are on social software every day Post a group photo."

Dean silently closed his mouth.

His poor Sammy.

Obviously it was his girlfriend who almost got married, but because of some troublesome wizard with a brain, his good girlfriend was lost.It was fine if I didn't think about it at first, but now that I think about it, and watching my ex-girlfriend and current boyfriend sharing happiness, it hurts my heart.

Hell, why is the Winchester family's life so bumpy!

"Sam." Dean pursed his lips, raised his hand and patted Sam on the shoulder, and said, "If you still love Jessica, when this case is over, I will accompany you to chase her back." Dean His face was deep, and the third trial came after killing the yellow-eyed demon. Before killing Azrael, he still had some time, "I will give you a trick, and I will definitely make you embrace the beauty again."

"No need." Sam turned his head away to prevent Dean from seeing the guilt in his eyes, and said lightly: "She is very happy now, that's fine."

"Sam." Dean paused, his tone solemn, "Trust me, brother, you will meet a better girl in the future, don't be discouraged."

"I'm not discouraged," Sam replied quickly.

Dean thoughtfully stopped poking Sam's wounds, and instead cared about his academic problems.

"You come to Los Angeles, what about the course?"

"asked for leave."

"That's it..." Dean nodded, it's good to ask for leave, if you can ask for leave, you can cancel it, not just to suspend school.In the current situation, it is impossible for him to want Dean to return to Stanford University immediately. If the case is not solved, the local police may not let him leave Los Angeles.

Dean thought it was impossible for Sam not to intervene in this case, so it was better to put people under his nose, settle the matter, wash Sam's suspicions and send him back to Palo Alto.

Dean quickly made a decision and said, "I told Liszt Roderick before that you are a supernatural lover, so you will come here to investigate the case after such a murder happened in the crew. Do you remember that? Hold on, when Roderick asked you something later, just fooled it. You stay here with me temporarily, pretending to be my assistant, and we will leave after killing the troublesome monsters."

Speaking of Lister Roderick, Sam's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "I heard from that lawyer that Lister Roderick thinks highly of you?"

"Hehe." Dean couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said, "Yeah, he valued it. I even dyed my hair specially for his value. Sam, it's all because of you." Dean stared intently, "It's all your fault," he complained.

If it wasn't for what he liked, Dean wouldn't have dyed his hair in such a color.