[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

No matter how imaginative the detectives of the BAU team were, they would never have guessed that what they were looking for was a criminal suspect. There was no point in procrastinating.

Everyone in BAU had to return to Quantico.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, determined to avoid the BAU team in the future.

This is a group of guys who are not psychics better than psychics, and they can't be provoked.

On Christmas Day, beside the elaborately decorated Christmas tree, Dean and Sam went back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen, busily serving the cooked delicacies on the table.

Although the two of them are not great chefs, there is no problem with the entrance of the food they make.

Tonight's Christmas dinner, in addition to the regular roast turkey, gingerbread, and polenta, Sam talked about health preservation, but still made him cheese bacon burgers and apple pie according to Dean's preferences.Dean, on the other hand, hated the Sam Rabbit recipe and gave him a vegetable salad.

Dean put a lot of salad dressing in Sam's bowl of vegetable salad. He plausibly stated that this is to improve the taste of the vegetable salad and try to make up for the regret that there is no meat in it.

Sam curled his lips, but when he took the vegetable salad, the corners of his lips still couldn't stop rising.

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

"Merry Christmas, Dean."

The gramophone on the side played Christmas music, and the two sat at the table to eat and drink, and when they were full, they sat in the yard with beer.

The long-lost peace relieved Dean's tense nerves after his rebirth. He leaned lazily on the chair, and drank too much beer when he didn't pay attention.

Since rebirth, Dean has not been smooth sailing. With so many secrets in his mind, it is rare for Dean to go to a bar to drink too much, for fear of saying too much when he is drunk. If there is a lurking angel or demon nearby, he will listen Then everything is ruined.

He cared too much about the trial, for fear that there would be some small mistakes in the process, and he would fall short in the end.

He also has selfish motives, unwilling to just imprison the yellow-eyed demon Azrael in hell, and wants to kill him with his own hands.He planned the process carefully, but he couldn't guarantee that everything would go as he planned.

He is too tired.

It was too uncomfortable.

Dean drank the last sip of beer from the can and threw the empty can into the grass in the yard.

This action made Sam raise his eyebrows.

"Sam."

Sam heard Dean call his name.

Sam turned his head and looked at Dean, who looked a little tired. Such Dean made his heart tense, and at the same time, he realized that something happened where he didn't notice.

This may have something to do with Dean's rejection of his return.

Dean looked at his younger brother who was now bigger than him, and said in a deep voice, "Promise me, don't try to return to the ranks of hunters."

Sam frowned, the rare reunion, or Christmas, he didn't want to spoil the fun, but this was the dispute that Dean provoked first.He endured it, but he couldn't hold it back after all, and said coldly: "I didn't hold you back."

Dean froze for a moment, said "ha", then slapped Sam's arm, and said, "What's holding you back, brother, I don't know what you're capable of."

"then you……"

"It's a pity for Jessica." Dean was obviously a little drunk, and when he was drunk, he couldn't keep the door open.Otherwise, he would never mention Jessica at this moment. After all, in Sam's attitude, Jessica's matter has become his hidden pain.

Sam looked at Dean, who didn't have much drunk on his face, but his eyes had begun to be confused, and knew that he was drunk.He glanced at the hill of empty jars in the corner of the yard, and he must have been drunk.

Sam's eyes flickered slightly. After being drunk, Dean was relatively honest.

This might be a chance, a chance for him to figure out what Dean was thinking.

So, when Dean mentioned Jessica, Sam didn't say anything to stop him, but hummed slightly.

"But it's okay." Dean stretched out his hand and patted the back of Sam's hand, "Sammy, you are a little girl at heart..."

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched slightly, and his face darkened faintly.

Pooh little girl.

"However, many women like this." Dean said solemnly, "They are full of maternal love, and they like yours."

"Dean!" Sam couldn't bear it and raised his voice, instantly throwing away the idea of ​​trying to talk to Dean when he was drunk. He suspected that the trick would kill himself.

The next moment, Dean reached out and pinched Sam's face.

Sam looked at Dean with bright green eyes, and his anger stagnated.

It seemed like he hadn't seen Dean so happy in a long time.

In fact, it wouldn't be a problem to ask Dean to pinch it twice, since it didn't hurt anyway.

As soon as this thought came up, the pain on his face kicked Sam's thoughts away again.

Because Dean put his hands together and kneaded Sam's face like kneading dough. While kneading, he said, "Be more energetic, Sammygirl."

Sam couldn't bear it and raised his hand to pat Dean's hand, but he heard Dean rambling: "If someone bullies you, you must bully back. If someone bullies you and doesn't go back, remember to call Bobby and let He called back for you, did you hear me?"

Sam frowned, he pressed Dean's troubled hand, his brown eyes looked straight at Dean, and said in a deep voice, "What about you? Will you come?"

Would Dean come over if he was being bullied?

Dean was immersed in his own world and didn't hear Sam's words at all. Maybe he couldn't change his mind when he heard Sam's words at this time, so he just continued to murmur: "Get married, have children, raise a dog, and what's the matter?" You will gain weight, hahaha, Sam, you will become a big fat man in the future. You will not be a little girl Sammy in the future, but a fat man Sammy hahahahaha."

Sam: "........."

Angry.

"But you will be happy."

Sam froze for a moment, he saw eagerness in Dean's eyes.

"You'll be happy, Sam, you'll be happy, won't you?"

Sam's throat seemed to be blocked by something, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak a word.Fortunately, in this state, Dean is not really asking Sam for an answer. His head shakes and "clicks". On the ground, fell asleep directly.

Sam hugged Dean, breathing slowly.

problem occurs.

Although he didn't know what had happened to Dean, he knew something had happened.

Those just now were not just caring, but Dean-like... goodbyes.

***

Carrying Dean with a gloomy face, helping him wash his face and brush his teeth, put on his pajamas and wrap himself under the quilt, Sam closed the door softly, sat in the living room and dug out his laptop.

He logged on to a certain website again, and the novel "Supernatural Power" has been discontinued for nearly two months.

The novel stopped at the chapter of Bloody Mary, and the latest update date was the day before his rebirth. There was no reason for the suspension, and there were complaints in the comment area. There was no reply to the private letter to Chuck Shurley, and the publication of "Evil Force" in the previous life closed down The agency has not yet bought the copyright of "Supernatural Force".

It seems that the author has a three-dimensional emergency, and he can't take care of the update of the novel.

There is a [-]% chance that the current Chuck Schulley cannot see the changed future and continue to write the so-called Winchester Gospel. Thank God, their lives will not be wiped clean by this prophet.

But the downside is that he has no way to get information from it.

After pondering for a moment, Sam took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The bell rang twice, and the phone was answered on the other side.

"Bobby, I see."

The phone on the other side got stuck for a while before saying: "Sam..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam's voice was full of depression, "Am I so untrustworthy? I just want to help Dean, why..."

"Hey hey, Sam, boy!" Bobby Singer on the other side of the phone was confused by Sam's tone, thinking that it was more than three hours ago that he was happy and happy, and the Winchester boys who called him to send blessings in argument.

Quarrel, why is he not surprised at all.

Let's just talk about how much that bastard Dean has done behind John's back, even Bobby Singer himself just guessed from a few clues and it gave him a terrible headache and his hairline receding.

Obviously he has no children, but he deeply understands the hardships of raising children.

"Sam." Listening to the breathing on the other side of the phone, trying to calm down, Bobby Singer rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Dean just wants to protect you."

Sam didn't speak, and the silence made Bobby Singer's headache even worse.

"Dean is just used to doing everything by himself." Bobby Singer sighed. In fact, he also wanted to grab Dean's collar and shake it fiercely. All his plans.

But Dean's mouth was closed like a clamshell, and he couldn't speak.

Sam pursed his lips and his breathing became labored.

Through the phone, Sam originally wanted to act for Bobby Singer. He knew Bobby and knew how to relieve his vigilance.But after saying those complaints, Sam couldn't control his emotions.

He knew that Dean was used to carrying everything by himself.

But Dean wasn't always like this.

In his last life in 2005, Dean came to him for the first time in four years to hunt demons to find traces of his father. Dean told him frankly that he couldn't do it alone, he needed Sam, and he didn't want to carry it alone.

That's not a lie.

Sam used to be the object Dean chose to rely on and advance together, but something went wrong in this life, maybe his father has not disappeared completely?It may be that the butterfly wings of fate fluttered gently, causing everything to deviate from the track.

His brother doesn't need him anymore.

This fact made Sam unacceptable.

Although Sam didn't speak, but listening to the suppressed breathing over there, Bobby Singer couldn't feel the pain and unwillingness in Sam's heart.

Bobby Singer sighed and said: "Sam, you are no longer a hunter, don't let things in this circle disturb your life. I think that's what Dean thinks. I will help Dean, you You know, we have obtained the weapons that can kill demons, as long as we trace the yellow-eyed demon, we will soon..."

Sam narrowed his eyes slightly, a weapon capable of killing demons?

Is it a Colt gun?