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

A shot went off.

Dean's heart skipped a beat and he was dizzy—did Sammy get hit?

He hardly dared to look up at the red patch, until Morgan in his vision took two steps back, clutching his arms in disbelief, blood oozing from between his fingers. Morgan didn't open his mouth, but an inhuman, soul-piercing scream radiated from him.

One can vaguely see a gray-white shadow struggling in pain, but still firmly clinging to Morgan's body, refusing to leave.

Sam lowered the still smoking muzzle, looking at Morgan in shock, wondering why the Wraith hadn't left yet.Taking advantage of the moment when he was stunned, the wraith manipulated Morgan to rush towards Sam, and snatched the salt shot gun from Sam's hand.

Dean reacted, flipped the safety of the salt shotgun, and shot Morgan in the chest.

Although it was just a salt bomb, the impact force should not be underestimated, and Morgan's movements were still stagnant under the barrier of the bulletproof vest. Sam seized the opportunity to preemptively strike, pushing Morgan hard with one hand, and with the other hand freed, he bent down to pick up his pistol.

However, due to the possession of the spirit, Morgan's movements are not under his control at all, even if the wound is bleeding continuously, it can't stop the movement of the spirit at all.He kicked the gun off the ground, grabbed Sam's shoulders with both hands, and threw Sam to the ground with inhuman strength.

Dean fired again, this time in Morgan's back, but it did nothing except make the Wraith's movements even more furious and frantic.

They had to face the reality that although the salt could make the wraith suffer, it was far from achieving its desired effect.

Sam felt unnaturally cold hands pinching his neck.Like in the cemetery, but definitely more powerful.Why the last time Reid was able to expel this evil spirit with a salt shot gun?

It must be because after the last failure, the manipulator behind the scenes strengthened the power of the Wraith.

So among all the creatures they know, only witches have the ability to strengthen the power of spirits.So is it witchcraft?The medium of witchcraft is not too far from the body...

Sam forcefully broke the hands that were choking his neck, and fixedly stared at Morgan's eyes that were shining with a strange light because of being possessed by a wraith.

Dean's hand with the gun still held on, but he didn't dare to shoot again. If he angered the wraith again, it would only make Sam's situation worse.In desperation, he suddenly thought that being able to hide in a human body and communicate normally was not the ability of a wraith.

It's more like the mastermind behind the scenes is talking to them through the spirit body. Dean took a deep breath—then it was a gamble, and there was no other choice now.

"Hey! I knew you could hear me!" he yelled, "That witch!"

Sure enough, Wraith Ling paused and relaxed a little. Sam managed to take a gulp of air and coughed.But no matter how hard he tried to break the hands around his neck, it was in vain.

"You are very smart." The wraith who used Morgan's voice, or some other creature, chuckled, "but I still don't understand why [he] would choose you."

he?

The ambiguous pronouns dragged the whole thing deeper into the mystery, and it looked like the whole trap was designed just to kill the Winchester brothers, but according to the culprit, it was more than that.

"Who [he] is?" Dean raised his eyebrows, his concerned eyes darting secretly in Sam's direction, hoping that this would last long enough for Sam, "Guess what? You sound like an outcast Miserable woman."

Sam didn't let go of his struggle, thanks to Dean's distraction from the wraith, he pushed with all his strength, and managed to slightly shake the wraith's hold on him.

He caught the silver light flashing across Morgan's neck sharply.It looks like an old silver coin strung on a chain, with some dark and cold atmosphere.

Witchcraft medium.

Sam realized the coin's usefulness almost immediately.

The unfriendly conversation between Wraith and Dean continued, maybe because Wraith thought that no one would notice the coin hanging around Morgan's neck, she didn't even pay much attention to the way Sam was staring at it.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Sam made a gesture to push her again. The moment the Wraith reflexively raised his head back, he struck at the opponent's neck, tore off the necklace, and threw it in Dean's direction.

"The villain dies from talking too much." Dean raised his eyebrows and smiled, and before the wraith could react, he shot the surface of the coin.

The metal cracked under the impact of the bullet, and at the same time, a puff of scarlet smoke twisted away from the coin in pain, and the witch controlling the wraith had no time to say a word, and was forced to cut off the witchcraft link.

Sam took advantage of this gap to break free, picked up the salt shotgun lying on the ground, and carefully aimed at the wraith still in Morgan's body.

Dean moved more decisively, pointing the gun at Morgan and pulling the trigger.But he forgot that the magazine in the gun is empty, and it must be too late to change the bullet now: "Sammy? What are you waiting for?"

"No, Dean, look." Sam didn't heed his brother's advice to shoot, but took two steps forward cautiously, looking at the gray and white shadow looming over Morgan's body, "If Mrs. Kyle was controlled by a witch to kill, then this It's not all her fault."

Dean couldn't help but scrutinize the expression on the ghost's silent scream. It was more pain than anger, but it didn't fit his beliefs.

The "shoot first, interrogate later" belief that John instilled in him.

Although they have broken all the rules that should be broken, the education he received since childhood made Dean more inclined to suspect supernatural creatures, rather than accepting or even understanding them as easily as Sam.

This wraith.

If you didn't have enough resentment in your heart, how could you choose to stay instead of leaving with Death more easily?

Sam took another step closer, and the ghost staggered back, trying to avoid Sam's touch.

"Hey, I'm not that witch, we won't force you to do anything, okay?"

What is Sammy doing? Dean's eyes widened slightly - he was comforting the wraith?

Mrs. Kyle's image paused for a moment, she seemed calmer, she stopped trembling and backed away, but with a vague sense of uncertainty, she wanted to open her mouth, but stopped hesitantly.

"We won't hurt you, I promise." In order to increase the credibility of the words, Sam raised his hands in a frantic risk, pointing his gun at the roof, indicating that he did not have any malicious intentions.

Dean hadn't had time to intervene yet.But the Wraith didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, so he calmed down further and finally began to speak.Not to Sam or Dean, but to himself incessantly.

"I don't want this...I don't want this..." She kept repeating the phrase, slowly putting her arms around her head and bending over as if in excruciating pain.

The closer she sounded to a rational human being, the more transparent and fragile her form was, capable of being torn apart by a gust of wind.

Yeah, the witch manipulated her, and those side effects were starting to show.It didn't take Sam to shoot, and in a few minutes, maybe seconds, Mrs. Kyle's ghost would dissipate.

"It's okay, no one will force you to do anything." Sam coaxed, "Who controls you?"

Mrs. Kyle's ghost looked up at Sam blankly, as if unable to understand what he was asking.There were several sirens in the distance, and they were getting closer. Mrs. Kyle woke up with a start.

"Thank you." She moved her lips, smiled sincerely, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Tell us, who controlled you?" Seeing the figure of the ghost that was about to disperse, and having no time to respond to the other party's gratitude, Sam's tone became tense and hurried, "Who is it?"

"Row..." Mrs. Kyle seemed to be remembering the experience of being controlled. The grateful smile on her face froze and was replaced by deep fear. scream.

The white smoke representing her soul completely dissipated.

Sam held Morgan up, but fortunately the wound was not deep, so it shouldn't be life-threatening. Dean stood there silently, trying to pluck someone with that name from his memory, but to no avail.

It wasn't until everyone in the BAU opened the door that Dean suddenly pulled out of his thoughts.

"It's like a thickened hamburger, the witch has a ghost, and the ghost has Morgan." Dean muttered, "I'm kind of hungry now, what's the plan?"

Sam understands that Dean behaves like this because he doesn't want BAU to get involved in bigger troubles.

"I'm going to Agent Rossi to explain the situation," Sam said, knowing that finishing touches were the last thing Dean was impatient with.

Sure enough, Dean waved his hand, took out the Impala key from his pocket, and walked straight to the side of the road where the Impala was parked.

Sam watched Dean go away, and then circled behind BAU's police car, where Rossi was already leaning against the door waiting for him.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Rossi looked curiously at the too tall figure in front of him. SamWinchester, they were enemies, allies, and now they are more than acquaintances, but not friends.

Maybe it's a Winchester quality, Sam never seems to be dependent on others.

Stubbornness and excessive self-esteem come from the flesh and blood, and the cloak of politeness and humility cannot conceal this essence.

"I want to talk about…Lucifer."

Rossi had never heard Sam speak so hesitantly, and doubts arose from the bottom of his heart: "What's wrong with Lucifer?"

Sam took a deep breath and finally decided to tell Rossi all about what had happened recently.At the end of the narration, he paused for a moment and asked, "Why do you think Lucifer behaved like this?"

Rossi has not fully accepted that Lucifer has lost his glory, but this does not prevent him from thinking calmly after being shocked: "You come to ask me, you want to hear from a human point of view, right?"

Sam nodded, looking at Rossi inexplicably, wondering why he was repeating such an obvious question.

"Occasional behavior, restless mood, self-harm and inferiority tendencies, pretending to be independent." Rossi repeated Sam's description line by line, sighing, "If this is an ordinary human being, I would say it is depression."

depression?

Luci...fer?

"Let's go back to Lux." Sam bid farewell to BAU a little tiredly, knowing that the FBI profilers were fully capable of handling the follow-up work of this case, and walked towards Dean.

Dean didn't seem to like the offer very much, but Sam didn't have the energy to pay attention to his brother's likes and dislikes anymore.He felt he needed Lucifer.

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