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

Dean doesn't give a shit about any question, a cynical smile is a mask he can't take off.

JJ watched the overly handsome criminal through the glass of the interrogation room, and was a little surprised by Hotch's arrangement, but soon relieved.

She had no reason to refuse. After all, it was just an interrogation, and there would be no danger. The victims whose whereabouts were unknown were more urgent.

But at the same time, she hesitated.She has seen the bodies of the Winchester brothers left at the scene of the crime, some of which were clearly tortured.Chains dangling from a dark abandoned factory, victims tortured to the point of inhumanity.

Everything was exactly the same as the scene in the deepest part of her nightmare.

She's too scared to be treated like this again, the stress of facing such a cold-blooded killer threatens to break her down—and if Dean's observations are sharp enough, he might even use that to hurt her.

Hotch gave her the choice.

JJ has always been the most friendly, and at the same time, Dean also has a good impression of her.This was the last hope in the group, and she couldn't give up trying because of personal reasons.

Taking a deep breath, the door slowly opened, the light reflected on Dean Winchester's face, his green eyes looked over curiously, and then became colored with joy.

"This is so thoughtful!" A big smile bloomed, and the green-eyed man opened his eyes wide in amazement, scanning JJ up and down with uncomfortable naked eyes.God knows, he also whistled out of tune.

"BAU Special Agent Jennifer Jareau." JJ forced himself to calm down and sat on the chair opposite Dean, but he couldn't stop himself from wringing his fingers unconsciously.She didn't know if there was a fragile tremor in her voice, but seeing Dean's unchanging frivolous smile, she would rather believe that she didn't.

"Jennifer, not a bad name." The murderer looked at her with his chin resting on his shoulders, and the flirtatiousness contained in his green eyes could almost suck people's souls in—if it wasn't for this situation.

JJ did notice that she was trembling slightly now, and she tried to switch positions, but the eager and uncoordinated movements caused the chair to make a short, high-pitched scratching sound.

"Dean, can I call you Dean?" she asked stiffly, desperate to distract him.

Where did all the profiler knowledge you learned go?Show some momentum, Jennifer!She recited silently like this, and finally settled down.

"Oh, of course, you can call me anything, sweetheart." Dean seemed satisfied with her question, leaning back slightly, trying to lean back in the chair, but the limitations of the handcuffs stopped him awkwardly.

He didn't seem to care about it at all, and took advantage of the situation to turn his backward movement into a slight movement of his muscles and bones, and then sat back in his original position.

If you can call him anything, JJ thought, she should really call this man a monster, a devil, whatever.

JJ relaxes a bit, she seems to regain control of the initiative, which makes her more relieved: "Sam is recovering well, Dean, I think you will like this news."

"He can't die." Dean looked very relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who changed his face because of his brother yesterday, "I know that very well."

"Do you trust your younger brother?" JJ asked tentatively, "I used to have an older sister, but she...some unfortunate things happened to her..." Her voice became softer, revealing the truth in front of the murderer. Opening her own scars made her extremely uncomfortable.

But she needs empathy, she needs Dean to imagine her as a helpless sister, like Sam, only without Dean's help.

"…I'm sorry." It seemed to work, the man's teasing expression faded, replaced by understanding regret, "I'm sorry, Jennifer." He repeated, as if he understood.

No, he didn't understand the feeling, JJ was firm in her own mind, the murderer didn't understand other people's feelings.They don't understand love.

"Look, I've almost died too many times." Dean's already deep voice was interpreted by him like a cello's sonorous, confusing, "Sammy is always sad, but he always comes out, And move on with his life."

"So it's nothing, it's nothing." He assured the female detective softly, "everything will be fine."

JJ stared blankly at the pair of green eyes, she did not expect that the first person to speak such blunt words of comfort to her would be a murderer who was being interrogated by her.But this wavering was quickly hidden by her.

"Those who disappeared, they also have their own friends." JJ continued, she put the folder in her hand on the table, and slowly stated in a way that was as unobtrusive as possible, "Tessa lives alone, but she has My younger sister is now attending college in New York."

"Dean, her sister can't lose her sister." Looking at Dean with as sad and sincere eyes as possible, JJ hoped that the other party would be so shaken.

Dean looked surprised, sympathetic, and then his expression became slightly dark and unreadable, and JJ swore she heard a curse from Dean's gnashing of teeth.

"Bitch," Dean cursed softly, thinking of those bloody vampires.But he immediately realized the flaw in doing so, adjusted his expression to the standard game world, and said cheerfully, seemingly indifferently, "What does that have to do with me?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that the curse that slipped out of this sentence would give the profiler some clues—after all, those victims were already dead—Dean smiled cruelly and added: "You are afraid of me, Jennifer baby, you're scared of me."

JJ froze, the twitching she had been suppressing started again, and the dizziness that was hard to ignore hit her mind, the painful torture never really erased from her memory.

"Hey, Jennifer." She managed to maintain a normal sitting posture. The only thing that made her feel at ease was the handcuffs on the other party's hands. In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling softly. She raised her head and crashed into the deep water in green.

"Jennifer, you have to concentrate, everything is over, okay? No one here will hurt you." At this moment, the other party's voice sounded vague, but it was very reliable, as if a drowning man caught the last Instinctively, JJ followed his instructions, and the double image in front of him finally stopped shaking and became clear.

She's aware of the redness in her eyes and is holding back the tears, trying not to lose the last bit of her dignity in front of Dean.

The green-eyed man was looking at her apologetically, "Sorry, Jennifer, I'm so sorry."

The next moment, the door of the interrogation room was slammed open, Rossi looked worriedly at JJ who was out of control, then glanced at Dean threateningly, and then signaled JJ to go out to calm down.

Dean smiled, but suddenly he felt tired.Anyway, no matter what he does, these people just think it's a serial killer trick, don't they?

"Do you want to know why Sammy didn't die?" JJ turned around and met the man's talking eyes.

"The devil himself doesn't like the idea very much, and it just so happens that death himself is on our side." Dean declared with a smile, winking her right eye. "It was a great conversation, Jennifer, really looking forward to our next meeting, maybe not In such a serious situation, you understand."

No, she doesn't want the next meeting at all, JJ thought bitterly, since when, the deepest shadow in her heart seems to have faded a little bit.

She wasn't sure if what Dean had said when she had a nervous breakdown was real or if it was her hallucination.

He said: "Your sister will go to heaven, Jennifer, and she will have a garden all to herself."

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"You've got to see this." Morgan spoke through the phone on speakerphone, a muffled voice, but obviously full of wonder and disbelief, "You [must] have to see this."

Garcia turned on the phone and projected the picture sent by Morgan on the screen.

It was an X-ray picture, but the whole group was almost speechless in shock.

"Oh my God." After a while, the model pen that Garcia never put down fell on the table with a slight click.

The entire skeleton of the ribs is densely engraved with unknown runes, which is obviously an impossible craft—at least human beings cannot do it.

"This is..." Reid's eyes widened in astonishment, and he spoke incoherently, "Impossible, it can be done, a miracle..."

"But they did." There was a subtle dryness in Morgan's voice. "Here's Sam Winchester's X-ray scan, and he said Dean had one too. They really…"

"Crazy," Rossi concluded, but everyone knew what his unfinished words were.

Winchesters are devils.

JJ couldn't help but think of Dean's words again.The green-eyed man smiled and told her that the devil didn't want Sam dead, and that death himself was on their side.She thought it was just a declaration made by the other party to make fun of, or a delusion of a devil worshiper.

But now that looks more like the truth, a creepy thought.

"Wait a minute, I think I know what this text is." Reid suppressed his nausea and stared at the view for a long time, then suddenly broke the silence, he walked to the computer, breaking his habit of hating modern technology for the first time.

"This is the Enoch text," he explained, "an ancient text that has been lost for a long time. It is said that it is the text of an angel and can perform magic. Even the ancient books do not have such a complete version. I doubt that the archaeologists who specialize in this text Whether scientists can fully recognize the text on it."

Angel's text?Two devil worshipers, engraving angel characters on their own skeletons?

JJ sprang into action immediately, she called for the most urgent help and got a reply three hours later.

The professor apologized that he could barely make out less than half of the words, but he overlaid a picture of a "theoretical Enoch's magic circle" and said that the glyphs on the brothers' skeletons were most likely A magic circle.

The key is the word at the center of the inscription.

NOCODEELOZODIMIBE

Veil from the Servant of God.

Hiding from the servants of God.

"So the runes they carved were—to hide from the angels?"