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

*You were made from dust, and to dust you will return.*

*Ashes to dust, dust to dust. *

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"The gates of heaven are closed?" Dean was taken aback, subconsciously turning his head to look at Castiel.

impossible.If this is true, why is Castiel unresponsive?

Castiel stood where he was, literally not responding to Lucifer's words.Even Dean's gaze doesn't make him move an inch. Dean sensed something was wrong and reached out to give the angel a nudge.

With just a slight push, Castiel's body swayed slightly, Dean was startled, and reached out to help.

But Castiel stopped in the state of being about to fall with such a strange balance, and the sound of flapping wings could be vaguely heard.It was the first time Castiel had done this in front of Dean, who was stunned, his outstretched right hand frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

"Cass?" Dean called uncertainly.

This time, Castiel finally turned his head to face Dean, but his light blue eyes were shining with an unnatural white light, and the silver angel blade was drawn from the cuff——

"Run!" Sam instinctively sensed something was wrong and yelled, "Dean, hurry up..."

But it was too late. The glory of Castiel's own body gradually enveloped the container, like looking directly at the midday sun, or worse, Dean covered his eyes in horror and staggered back.

Castiel's real voice echoed in the room, and the surrounding glass products vibrated. The first thing to shatter was the wine bottle on the cabinet. The glass fragments exploded and the wine flowed on the ground.

"Castiel!" Lucifer's voice suddenly broke into the screech, not high, but not to be ignored.

Sam looked back in a daze, and easily saw the ice blue and black as the dividing line in the white light.Even the strong light of the angels could not conceal the blackness that is independent of everything.

He suddenly felt Lucifer's cold grip loosen on his arm, followed by a hard push. Sam was staggered to Dean's side, and immediately understood what Lucifer was up to.

Sure enough, Castiel immediately turned his attention away from Dean.

Facing Lucifer, he slowly raised the dagger in his hand.The movement is very slow, and there is a pause, like an old machine that has been in disrepair.Or maybe Castiel subconsciously didn't want to make this movement, so he was extra stiff.

All the invisible glory condensed on the tip of the angel blade in Castiel's hand, pointing directly at Lucifer.

"Kill...order...obey..." As the too dazzling glory was completely condensed on the blade, Sam and Dean were finally able to open their eyes and barely see the situation clearly. Castiel murmured, stepping forward.

Lucifer straightened up, pointing his bleeding fingers to the ground.The gray-blue pupils reflected too dazzling white light that was now concentrated in one point, but they didn't even intend to blink.

For a split second, Lucifer looked as though he hadn't lost his glory.

The king who returned from hell with ice-blue flames should not have bowed his head before any power.

But now the sound of every drop of blood dripping on the ground is like a warning bell, reminding everyone of Lucifer's fragility.

Without glory, what will Lucifer do? Sam tried to block it, but Dean held him firmly behind his back, watching the situation carefully.

"Castiel," Lucifer laughed suddenly, as if a switch had been turned on, and the laughter became more and more exaggerated until he bent over.If it weren't for the injured hand that couldn't move, it must be like the other hand covering the stomach now.

"I thought you were better than this." Lucifer hissed mockingly amidst a stifled laugh, "Order? Tsk."

"Rebels kill." Castiel returned to light blue eyes with no focus, and the hand holding the dagger was ready to attack, "Lucifer—"

Lucifer was not afraid, and stood where he was, tilting his head thoughtfully, carefully studying Castiel's expression.

Haven't completely lost your mind?Then there is only one possibility...

Castiel lashed out, stabbing Lucifer hard with a full-on fatal blow.

"DARBS!" Lucifer's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was difficult for human eyesight to see Castiel's full-speed movements. He stepped back half a step, and had no time to dodge, so he could only put all his eggs in one basket and shouted loudly.

DARBS, meaning "obedience".

Lucifer was trying to get Castiel to "obey" him?

Castiel asked, the glory on the blade dissipated almost instantly, but he was obviously unconscious and couldn't control his movements well. Although he lost the glory, the angel blade still stabbed towards Lucifer's heart. go.

There is no way to avoid it. Lucifer didn't close his eyes, his eyes turned away from Castiel, and met Sam's anxious and worried eyes.At last he moved his lips, probably wanting to say something, maybe just saying goodbye.

The blade of the sword, which was a little warmer than Lucifer's icy body temperature, pierced the skin, the warm tingle, the ironic yet familiar feeling of long-lost glory, but now it was mortal danger.

Lucifer raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, but the sharp pain in his chest never came.

Dazed, Lucifer looked up at Castiel—behind Castiel.

Dean had already let go of Sam at some point, threw himself behind Castiel, and restrained the latter in a hugging position, his arms tightly wrapped around Castiel's hand holding the angel blade: "Cass?"

Although Castiel stopped attacking, his eyes were still blank, looking at Dean only strangely and puzzled.

"Cass, wake up!" Dean snapped, grabbing Castiel's shoulders, "We're not your enemy, Cass!"

no effect. Dean was disappointed to find Castiel unmoved, his eyes fixed on Lucifer.

"Put away your weapons." Lucifer raised his eyebrows in surprise, and put his injured hand, which was no longer bleeding, behind his back, "Just sit there."

Castiel obediently walked to the chair Lucifer pointed to and sat down, the Angel Blade had long since disappeared. Dean swallowed nervously, took two steps back in Castiel's direction, and put on a defensive posture: "What did you do to him?"

"I thought...you'd let him kill me." Lucifer didn't answer directly, his stance relaxed again, "Great opportunity, no one will blame you, why not?"

"You, yes, Cass, did, what, what?" Dean squeezed the words out of his teeth, and if he hadn't taken care of Castiel, who was obviously obeying Lucifer's orders, he would have rushed to give him Lucifer punched.

Lucifer shrugged, walked quickly to Sam's side, and pulled the bewildered Sam to his feet.

"Luci...you?" Sam looked at Lucifer blankly, wondering why his partner could order Castiel like that.

"Right now Castiel, as you humans understand it, is in 'factory settings'." Lucifer went up and down to check that Sam wasn't hurt, before letting go and explaining, "He's just following orders, that's all."

Dean gritted his teeth even more, drew his pistol and pointed it at Lucifer: "Then disarm this damn thing! Do you think with Cass, we'll surrender? What's next, apocalypse?"

"So what about the apocalypse?" Lucifer raised his eyebrows and smiled quite complacently, his voice was full of sarcasm, "Stop me, can you do it?"

Sam froze for a moment, and reached out to grab Lucifer's arm reflexively, but was frozen in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Lucifer sensed Sam's hesitation, and smiled wryly: "No, it's only short-term, and it's not my...conspiracy." When he said the word conspiracy, his voice was particularly bitter and helpless.

"Then explain!" Dean pressed on every step of the way, sensing that Lucifer had no desire to order Castiel to attack, and rushed to Castiel's side, taking a defensive stance.

It should be said to be lucky.The "factory state" of angels is the ranking of the importance of the three major regulations when they were born-commands, tasks, and wishes.In the case of losing its own will, the glory of the angel will only act based on these three principles.

The order again starts with the oldest angel and goes all the way down.

Castiel was born before Lucifer fell to heaven, so the latter's order is only ranked below Michael's. This is the core information of Glory, and no one has ever thought of changing them.

"Castiel is carrying out the first mission on his mission list, or the mission of all angels - kill me." Lucifer said lightly, trying to suppress the little bit of pain in his heart, "but lucky or unlucky, give this It was obviously Raphael who ordered, so I have a slightly higher level of clearance than him."

"When will it end?" Dean was more worried about when Castiel would be back to normal than the theory.

"Soon." Lucifer approached the desk, sat sideways on the table, and carefully looked at Castiel's expression, "Just because the link between heaven and angels was cut off, Castiel looks more traumatized than all angels."

Why? Dean wanted to ask, but didn't ask.

Indeed, Castiel may be the angel who is most loyal to heaven and to the instructions of the heavenly father, rather than acting recklessly for his own selfish desires.

Suddenly, Castiel's eyes froze, and the angel blade slashed out of his cuff again, aiming at Lucifer who was sitting on the edge of the table, and within a breath, his blade touched Lucifer's neck.

"Wake up~" Lucifer didn't feel nervous at all, instead he smiled and pushed the blade away from his vitals with his fingertips.

Castiel looked at him, remained silent for a long time, and finally said in an inaudible volume: "Thank you."

Sam stopped Dean, who was about to continue questioning Lucifer, and walked out of the room to find the medical kit. He noticed the cut on Lucifer's hand. Castiel clearly had no spare glory to heal right now.

Lucifer didn't pay much attention to the tense atmosphere between the only two people in the room.He stood up, took out the only bottle of wine that hadn't been destroyed from the shattered glass case, and poured himself a glass under Castiel's steadfast gaze.

"Loyalty, I haven't encountered such a quality in many years." Lucifer walked back to the table, raised his glass to Castiel, and smiled, "It's a pity that I couldn't draw you into my camp. "

"I will never stand with you, Lucifer." Castiel said seriously, "I will not fall to heaven."

Lucifer put the empty glass on the table, and there was a crisp sound when the glass and the wooden tabletop were knocked.

--Yeah?Because now, it is no longer an enemy.

"The world is a nice place, the boundary between heaven and hell, I guess the boundary between enemy and brother is not so clear." Lucifer whispered softly, not sure if he was whispering to himself or conveying some message to Castiel.