Dean rushed into the barn like a madman, where the angel had broken its wings, and he had to hurry up and return the feathers to her, and put an end to it at once, or he could hardly imagine what the mad dogs would do to Sam.

Imogen lay in the center of the barn, where the sun was scattered, still so beautiful and weak, and she looked at Dean quietly, with no expectation, no eagerness, only a lake-like calm.

"Quick, your feathers, here you are.."

Dean rushed quickly, but a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"No, no, you can't do that.."

Dean jerked his head back, and a handsome man in a trench coat was standing behind him, holding a small pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which was aimed at him.

"Hey man, don't do this, I don't have time to mess around with you right now?.. Also, who the hell are you?.."

Dean raised his hands and shouted helplessly.

"Nonsense?!hehe.." The trench coat man chuckled twice and looked at Dean with contempt, "Winchester, you're more arrogant than I thought.."

"Click", said the man in the trench coat and pulled the safety bolt from the pistol.

"I know who you are. Dean suddenly shouted, pointing at the man in the trench coat and suddenly realized, "Blonde hair, trench coat, and a little unshaven mustache... You're Konstantin, John Konstantin.."

"Congratulations on getting it right, but unfortunately there is no reward.." Konstantin had a smile on his face and raised the gun in his hand: "To be honest, this is my first time using a gun, and I have always disliked such flashy things.."

"Oh, John.." Dean shouted in fright: "Anyway, we can be considered peers, although you are an outlier, we don't like you very much, but you shouldn't have pointed a gun at me, I'm not a demon.."

Konstantin looked at Dean and said word by word, "You are much more terrifying than the devil."

"Bang", a violent gunshot rang out.

"No!"

Dean subconsciously covered his head with both hands, but the next moment, the bullet did not leave any traces on him, but a powerful force was inspired from him, bounced the bullet, and bounced Konstantin out vigorously by the way.

Dean looked at his hands in disbelief, and soon he understood that it was the power of the angel's feathers that was sheltering him.

"Hell!" Konstantin cursed fiercely, and easily got up from the ground, spit out the ears of grain and dirt in his mouth, only to see that Dean had already raised his right hand at him from afar.

"Oh no.."

Konstantin shouted helplessly and desperately, and the next moment, his body flew sideways like a rag doll, being pulled by an invisible force, swinging in mid-air..

The situation was reversed in an instant, and Konstantin became a weak man who could be controlled.

Dean had a lot of fun, and he almost fell in love with the feeling of mastering the powers, but soon he realized that his brother Sam was still struggling to support him and wait for him to finish it.

"Alright man, we'll continue next time we have a chance."

Dean muttered and sped towards Imogin.

When Konstantin crawled out of the pile of debris with a disgraced face, and happened to see Dean handing a feather to Imogin, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he subconsciously blurted out, "No! Don't give it to her, she's not an angel."

But it was too late, and Imogin's palm touched the feather, and the feather melted in her palm, and at the same time, her body bloomed with such a strong light that one could barely open her eyes.

"Thank you, Dean."

Imogen slowly got up and showed a bright smile to Dean, and the next moment, the golden sunlight in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the whole barn was gloomy, and Imogin's holy, noble, and solemn temperament was swept away, and turned evil and mysterious, and the six wings behind her were as white as snow, as if black ink droplets had fallen, and they were quickly infected and turned black, and in the blink of an eye, they had turned into pitch black as night, like the wings of a crow, bringing death, disaster, and disaster.

Dean was completely stunned, froze in place, and muttered, "Oh my God."

"Shit!" Konstantin slammed the ground in anger and helplessness.

Imojin floated, black demonic aura emanating from her, filling the barn, and an evil and terrifying aura enveloped the audience, forcing Dean and Konstantin to bend down.

"Dean, you're such a nice and warm-hearted good boy.." Imogen looked at Dean and smiled softly, her face was gorgeous and bewitching, and the holy angel had become a witch who led people to fall.

"You are a fallen angel.." Dean screamed in disbelief, then covered his head in pain and said in shame, "I knew how a real angel could have winked at me."

"Stupid!" Konstantin laughed angrily.

"I'm not going to seduce anyone, it's you who are fascinated by me." Imojin chuckled, stretched out his white and slender fingers, pointed at the two of them, and showed a tangled cute expression on his face: "So, who should I kill first..." Oh yes, why didn't you see Sam, he should have given me that knife back.."

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, interrupting Imogin's self-talk.

It turned out that Konstantin re-grabbed the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

"You naughty little one.." Imogin's good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he casually tapped Konstantin, who screamed and floated in the air, holding his neck with both hands, looking very painful.

It seemed that a pair of invisible hands were strangling his neck.

Dean tried to help, but Imogen gave him a faint glance, and he flew upside down and fell into the middle of nowhere.

"Relax, Konstantin, death is not a painful thing.."

Imogen whispered, and the pain on Konstantin's face became lighter and lighter, and his body gradually eased, but his face began to turn gray.

Seeing that Konstantin was about to die at the hands of Imogin, at this moment, a golden light flashed, and the invisible bond between Konstantin and Imogin was severed, and Konstantin fell weakly from mid-air and fell to the ground.

Behind him, a black man in a light gray jacket walked in step by step, his face calm, and behind him, six white wings and Imojin were far away.

A true Seraphim.

"Wow, look who's coming, a pretty guy.." Imogen whispered exaggeratedly, smiling at Manny as he walked slowly.

"You've crossed the line, you shouldn't have shot at mortals.."

Manny looked at Imogen and said coldly.

"Really?" Imogin tilted his head, with a playful and seductive smile on his face, and his eyes fell on the wings behind Manny, and instead of answering his words, he said in an inexplicably sad tone, "Once upon a time, my wings were as white as yours."

"I prefer their current colors, though."