Are the three views of the profilers okay? [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The atmosphere in Lux is very strange.

The door of the bar has already hung a sign of closing the door to thank customers. In the past, even during the day, the bar was deserted and deserted, with no life at all.

Lucifer and Castiel were sitting side by side in front of the bar, holding a wine glass in one hand and resting on the table with the other, but the aura around them was completely different.

"You look like this, even if you murder and set fire in front of people, you will be considered 'innocent'." Lucifer tilted his head and saw Castiel sitting upright, and almost laughed unconsciously.

As soon as he said it, Lucifer regretted it a little - he didn't need to think to know how Castiel would answer.

"I won't kill and set fire." Sure enough, Castiel replied seriously.

"The point is wrong." Lucifer sighed, without giving the angel a chance to argue, he pushed the wine bottle in front of him to Castiel's side, and watched the liquor stirring in the translucent dark bottle with indifference, "Drink Bar."

Castiel nodded, picked up the bottle obediently, filled the glass and drank it down, every movement was as precise as a perfectly calculated machine. Lucifer looked more and more irritable, and took back the bottle as if repenting.

"It's just a waste." He muttered, grabbing the bottle without hesitation and pouring it into his mouth, gulping down the spicy amber liquor, narrowing his gray-blue eyes slightly, and squinting at Castiel.

In fact, according to his injury, he shouldn't have drunk too much. Castiel glanced wordlessly at Lucifer's wounded hand, which had been hastily bandaged on the bar, but didn't say anything to stop him.

Lucifer drank the remaining half of the bottle before he slammed the empty bottle on the bar.

"It's a pity you weren't old enough to drink when I fell to heaven," he commented, bringing the subject up so casually for the first time.

Castiel tilted his head and looked at the fallen angel for a while: "You're drunk."

Indeed, Lucifer's cheeks had already begun to glow a little red, and the gray-blue pupils were not as sharp or scrutinizing as usual.The trace of malice hidden under the eyes still hasn't disappeared, but it has softened a lot.

"Hmm." Unexpectedly, Lucifer did not refute Castiel's words, but raised the corners of his mouth and gave a wry smile, "Is it obvious?"

Castiel nodded.He didn't say anything more, he really didn't know how to deal with Lucifer who was no longer wearing the elusive mask.

Should we treat each other as an enemy, a potential threat, or as a friend and ally?

Either way, something feels wrong.

"Castiel, tell me, who made the gates of heaven, and Michael and Raphael?" Lucifer narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the smell of alcohol, but the random question made the angel beside him startle caught off guard.

"I don't know…" Castiel replied cautiously.Not only because of the defense against Lucifer, but also because the information they have now is really not enough to confirm which angel is cooperating inside and outside.

Lucifer shook his head and roughly interrupted Castiel's half-spoken sentence. He put down his glass and leaned slightly towards Castiel.

"I want to listen to [your] answer, not logical analysis, [your] thoughts." Lucifer said softly, his voice was like the hiss of a poisonous snake, and Castiel was curious for a moment.

Did Lucifer whisper in this tone when he tempted Eve to eat the apple?

"I think it should be—"

Lucifer smiled encouragingly.Just like before he fell to heaven, as long as any angel learned something new, he would smile encouragingly like this.

Castiel woke up from a hypnotic state.

Was Lucifer trying to teach him something?What is that?

With just such a short pause, the brief, almost one-sided conversation ended with the sound of Dean's footsteps descending the stairs.

"Cass!" Dean pulled Castiel aside protectively, even if he didn't say the direct warning of "stay away from Lucifer", his defensive body language was enough.

"Don't worry, what can I do to him?" Lucifer suddenly smiled, pointing to the empty wine bottle on the bar in front of him, "I'm the one who wants to get drunk."

Dean was unimpressed.

Even if Lucifer did save his life and restore Castiel to normal, the way he did it was too shocking - if he could control Castiel this time, there was no guarantee he wouldn't do it in the future.

"it does not matter."

Castiel was the first to break the deadlock.He put one hand on Dean's shoulder and comforted, "It's okay, Dean, Lucifer won't do anything."

Dean looked back in disbelief, but Castiel had already withdrawn his hand, turned and walked upstairs.

He was relieved, anyway, at least this time the conversation between Lucifer and Castiel was successfully interrupted.

"Have a glass of wine?" Dean was about to turn around and leave when he heard Lucifer's request to keep him.He couldn't react for a while, and stood there stunned, watching Lucifer hand him a half-full wine glass.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Lucifer didn't get annoyed when he didn't get an answer, but asked again with a smile.

It's not that I'm afraid of him, Lucifer is a normal person now.

Dean warned himself in his heart, took a deep breath, and took the wine glass from Lucifer, feeling a sense of heroic sacrifice.

"Why on earth are you so worried about me?" Lucifer asked selfishly, completely ignoring Dean's resistance, "According to the current situation, I have no threat at all."

"Really?" Dean sneered, took a sip of his wine, and asked back.

What he didn't expect was that Lucifer actually answered the question seriously.

When Dean shifted his eyes from the wine glass to Lucifer, he found that the other person's slightly drunk expression had already turned sober, and there was a vicious playful light in the gray-blue eyes.

"No," Lucifer admitted. "You shouldn't let your guard down under any circumstances, Winchester. I can take your brother, convince you... well, not yet a mate."

"So what else do you think I can do with just 'words'?"

Dean stared dazedly at the provocative smile of the fallen angel in front of him, unable to process all the information he got for a while.

He stood up, took two steps back in shock, the wine glass was overturned and fell on the bar counter, the smooth countertop was polluted by the wine.

"What a waste—" Lucifer suddenly put on that lazy and slightly drunken mask again, lazily drawing out his voice and complaining.

"What..." Dean hadn't realized what happened, and was about to gather his mind to ask, when he heard Sam's surprised question behind him.

"what happened?"

Dean froze in place.It must be because Sam has arrived, so Lucifer has re-disguised like this.

"It's nothing, but it's a good drink, you're wasting it, Winchester." Lucifer winks at Dean from an angle Sam can't see, and then responds. Dean nodded stiffly, knowing that no matter what he said, Sam wouldn't believe it.

"That's a good thing, Luci, you've had too much to drink." Sam breathed a sigh of relief.He'd been worried that the tension between Lucifer and Dean would lead to chaos, but it didn't look like it was that bad.He turned to Dean and raised the phone in his hand, "We have a situation to deal with."

Just now, BAU called and said it was an emergency.

In one month, four children went missing in Middlesburg, Virginia, all in full view of the crowd.

This was enough to arouse the interest of the Winchester brothers, not to mention that Reid also mentioned that in the surveillance video, Unsub's eyes glowed white and his face was unclear.

It's a doppelganger.

Then everything makes sense, why children are willing to follow Unsub and leave their parents without crying or making trouble.

"Cass, take us there." Unexpectedly, Dean made the request this time, and even Castiel looked at him suspiciously.

"Stop talking nonsense, there are four missing children waiting for us to rescue." Dean urged with some guilt, hiding his eagerness to leave Lucifer.

Reason told him it would be a better idea to spy on Lucifer, but he had a hunch that things might get worse if he stayed here any longer.

Castiel nodded, casting a hesitant glance at Sam, then at Lucifer.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked a little confused, he thought it would be no problem for Castiel to teleport two people at once, maybe it was because of the closing of the gate of heaven, so he-"Cass, are you okay?"

"No, I..." Castiel didn't know how to explain, he could only stand there awkwardly, looking at Sam and Lucifer for help.

"I won't allow it." Lucifer smiled with brows and eyes crooked, but the tone of his refusal was unquestionable.

Sam nodded in resignation but not much surprise, indicating that he would not go with Castiel.

"Why? We're just going on a witch hunt." Dean asked inexplicably.

"Of course my partner can only have my glory, and no other angels are allowed to touch him." Lucifer explained logically, "Like out of politeness, I shouldn't..."

The second half of his sentence was interrupted by the sound of Castiel's wings flapping, and before Dean could figure it all out, he was led by Castiel and appeared in a completely unfamiliar new environment.

"Cass, what?" He turned around in surprise, and saw Castiel's face was a little strangely red.

"Virginia, Middleburg." Castiel didn't answer the question directly, but explained where they were, making it clear that he didn't want to discuss the topic just now.

What is the problem. Dean narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at Castiel's stiffer-than-usual stance, but ultimately didn't pay attention.Maybe it's a question Castiel doesn't want to bring up, so as a friend maybe he shouldn't get to the bottom of it too much.

As soon as Castiel stood still, he took out a bottle of red paint from the pocket of his windbreaker and began to paint on the wall.

"What are you drawing?" Dean looked around curiously. This is an abandoned alley, with debris piled up beside the road, and it can be seen that few people use it.While he was asking, Castiel had already drawn a red magic circle on the mottled wall.

is a simple pentagram with runes in the corners.

Castiel cut the palm of his hand with the angel blade, blood smeared the center of the magic circle, and the red strokes began to flicker unnaturally. Dean took a step back, covering his eyes with one forearm.

After the white light faded, Dean still couldn't adjust to the sudden return of vision, but only vaguely heard the footsteps of two people.

"Thanks, Cass," came Sam's voice.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked in disbelief when he saw that the two figures emerging from the white light were Sam and Lucifer.

"Teleportation circle." Lucifer shrugged and smiled mischievously, "I just want to see what your 'hunting' is like."