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

Dean almost kicked the door open just because of the few seconds delay when Sam went to answer it.

Maybe it was because Sam was too flustered when he called, or maybe Castiel sensed something, and Dean had almost an entire arsenal with him.

"Where's Lucifer?" Castiel asked before Sam could say anything.

He sensed that there was no glory left on Sam, and there was no sign of Lucifer in the bar.At least from the perspective of the angels, just a few hours ago, the location of Lucifer's glory suddenly disappeared from the detection range of all angels.

Why did Lucifer want to hide his whereabouts, and why did Sam's glory disappear?

"Wait, whatever you see, promise me, don't be impulsive." Sam forced a smile, avoiding Castiel's question, looking at Dean and demanded.

"Damn it, Sammy, tell me what happened!" Dean became more irritable and impatient when he heard his brother's hesitation. "It's about Lucifer, isn't it?"

Of course, with Lucifer.

"But you don't need a weapon, Dean, relax." After Sam repeatedly assured that there would be no problem, he said nothing, and led Dean into the bar.

It was already early morning, but the lights in the bar were still dim, only a small light around the bar counter dispelled the shadows. Dean could vaguely see a figure wrapped in a blanket sitting at the bar.

"Luci…" Sam said, successfully attracting the man's attention, who turned his head.

Dean wonders for a split second if this is another international joke from God — Lucifer?Lucifer wrapped in a blanket and drinking warm water?

What is this, can the devil catch a cold too?

"No, Dean, angels don't get sick," Castiel reminded.

Oh, he said what he was thinking aloud again? Dean smiled awkwardly belatedly, focusing on Lucifer at the bar.

Without the usual sarcastic "Hello, Dean," Lucifer was eerily quiet today. Sam walked over quickly and stood beside the fallen angel, putting one hand on the other's shoulder.

"Nick?" Castiel asked suspiciously, "Where is Lucifer?" He couldn't feel any trace of Lucifer's glory in the human vessel in front of him.But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong.

Such furious eyes could never appear in the eyes of the man who had suffered such misery. Although there was no familiar glory full of oppression, there was no doubt that Lucifer was occupying the body.

"Lucifer is here." Lucifer replied in a very soft voice, but with a kind of forbearance that was about to come, he sarcastically said, "As for poor Nick, he was shot in the head by Dean and sent to hell long ago. remember?"

Dean listened to their conversation in a daze, not understanding the current situation.

Until Lucifer's body shivered invisibly from the freezing cold, he lowered his head slightly, and took a sip of the warm water in the glass.

It's like a switch has been flipped and everything in Dean's head has been wired together.

He didn't know whether to be ecstatic or worried.

Lucifer lost his glory. Sam is human again.

He notices the bloody bandage on Lucifer's hand, and it's as if Sam's voice near him fades away, and the world around him is separated from Dean by a hazy barrier.

Lucifer is bleeding, Lucifer will die.

He had only one thought, and one hand had slipped into his pocket without a sound, grabbing the loaded pistol.

Dean couldn't count how many times he sat up in the middle of the night dreaming that Sam was being lured by Lucifer into the apocalypse.At the end of the dream, Sam was always lying on the ground covered in blood, with Dean's dagger stuck in his chest.Each time Dean woke up, Lucifer's low, hoarse laugh echoed in his ears.

Every time he sees the bond between Lucifer and Sam that no one can break, Dean has the illusion that his hands are covered in Sam's blood.It seemed that the next moment, Lucifer would give him a devilish smile.

Then convince Sam to be his enemy.

If Lucifer was alive, Sam would be lured to his corruption by him. Dean just felt like someone was repeating the words in his head, planting the idea in his mind.

He gripped the pistol in his pocket, then let go—no, Sam and Lucifer were too close, in case Sam was stupid enough to block the gun for Lucifer...

"No, I don't believe it." Dean interrupted Sam's explanation and said loudly, "Who knows if this is a trap?" His hand fumbled for the short knife instead, gripping the hilt until the rough pattern on it Printed into his palm.

Even Castiel was looking at him strangely now.

Unexpectedly, before Castiel could help Lucifer prove it, Lucifer looked up at Dean, evoked a sarcastic smile, and asked, "What do you want from me then?"

Dean felt that his purpose and thoughts could not be hidden under the gaze of those gray-blue eyes, and Lucifer's gaze even paused for a moment on Dean's hand hidden in his pocket.

"Unless you come here, if you are really cold and bleeding like Sam said, then I will believe you." Dean's palms were already sweaty, but he emphasized his point again.

Lucifer sneered, unimpressed.

Sam's eyes flicked eagerly between Dean and Lucifer, but finally settled on Lucifer.

"Dean just needs to make sure, Luci, it's going to be okay." Sam begged in a low voice, "We have to fix this, and then we need everyone's help, we have to convince Dean, okay?"

Lucifer opened his mouth as if to say something, but Sam cut him off again: "Please?"

Lucifer suddenly smiled without warning, nodded indifferently, stood up from the chair, and let the unsupported blanket slide to the floor.

He walked to Dean's place step by step.Every step seemed to step on Dean's heartbeat, getting more and more tense and oppressive.

The overly serious and tense look on Dean's face finally got Sam and Castiel's attention.

"Dean, you…" Castiel said hesitantly.

But usually Dean would look back at him, this time he didn't give him a look at all, but stared at Lucifer who was gradually coming into the attack range.

Castiel felt that something was wrong, and he no longer cared about the "privacy" issue agreed with Dean, peeking into Dean's soul.

There is only one word in Hunter's mind at this time.

【kill】.

"No, stop it, Dean!" Castiel yelled, but there was nothing even he could do.

Dean moved faster than anyone, or the reflexes of an angel, and the knife came out, aiming for Lucifer's chest.

But the latter didn't rely on the level of agility that had been reduced to the human level. Lucifer had already anticipated Dean's attack, so he took the last step and fell to the right.But he still wasn't quite used to the adaptability of the human body, so he was a little slower.

Dean's dagger pierced Lucifer's right shoulder.

In the next second, Castiel restrained Dean's movement from behind, and at the same time tried to retreat, leading Dean out of Lucifer's attack range.

Lucifer had no intention of letting Dean go, he didn't care about the bleeding wound on his shoulder, he reached out and grabbed Dean's collar, pulling it in front of him, the corners of his mouth that should have been sarcasm twisted a little because of the pain of the wound.

"Long time no see...Let me guess, which dear brother of mine are you?" Lucifer hissed.

Castiel was puzzled - Dean wasn't possessed by any angel or demon.

Of course Lucifer didn't get any answers from Dean either.

Or he couldn't wait for Dean's answer, so he couldn't support his blood-losing body and fell into the arms of Sam who rushed up.

"Luci?" Sam's voice was trembling with self-blame and disbelief, "Luci, are you okay?" Lucifer was much lighter than usual, like a normal human of this size should Some weight.

Yes, now the opponent has no wings on his back, Sam belatedly thought.

"Shhh, don't be stupid, I think it's not a good idea to go back to the cage." Lucifer replied lazily, it's hard to imagine how he managed to keep smiling when half of his shirt was soaked in blood, "Castiel?"

Dean grabbed Castiel who was about to come forward to treat Lucifer, but looking at Sam who couldn't see anyone but the injured Lucifer, he couldn't say anything.

Castiel stepped forward and touched Lucifer's forehead with two fingers, but unlike when he healed other humans, Lucifer's wound did not heal immediately, but began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Castiel's face paled.By the time Lucifer's wound had fully healed, Castiel had taken a staggering step back, bumping his back into Dean who was standing still.

"Why..." Sam helped Lucifer stand up, looking at Castiel with some concern.He didn't understand how it would take so much physical strength from Castiel to heal a wound.

Facing Dean's hostile gaze, Lucifer shrugged nonchalantly: "He caught fire, but he'll be fine for a while, I didn't mean to burn him or anything."

Dean wanted to say something, but Lucifer cut him off first, "Don't say sorry, don't say I'm fucking sick, I'm tired of hearing that. Tell me about your dreams every night, and Who made you believe that my death is good for everyone?"

Dean supported Castiel and rushed out the door almost in a panic.The instigation that kept whispering in his head seemed to disappear when Lucifer grabbed him by the collar just now.

Sam didn't have time to persuade his brother to stay, so he turned to Lucifer and questioned him silently.

"It was an angel who gave Dean a hint, manipulating him to kill me." Lucifer shrugged, "It won't be a low-level angel, there are very few people with such brains and guts even in heaven. I guess no matter who it is , must have something to do with my loss of glory."

But Sam's mind was not on this urgent matter, he walked back to the bar in a daze, watching Lucifer roughly tear off the useless bandage on his right hand.

"You knew Dean was going to stab you, why…" Sam had almost guessed the answer, but it took all his strength to ask the question.

He grabs the bottle from the bar and fills both Lucifer and himself.

"You begged me, Sammy," Lucifer said softly, grabbing his glass and downing it.

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It is barbaric to love only one person, because others are sacrificed for it.So it is with the love of God. (Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil)

So does falling in love with Sam break your curse, Lucifer?