I saw a transparent golden light from the priest's hand, shining into the chest of the middle-aged man, who opened his eyes wide for a moment, and then, in full view of everyone, the skin on the man's cheeks, which had been burned by the flames, was smoothed out little by little by a mysterious force until it was restored to its original state.

"Oh my God, it's a miracle."

"Oh God, thank you for being with us.."

There was an immediate commotion in the audience, and the believers prayed excitedly, singing praises to the good name of God and all that is great.

The most excited was the disfigured man who had been healed, and he knelt down directly in front of the priest.

The priest who performed the miracle had a holy face, a solemn smile on his face, put his hand on the top of the man's head, and silently recited the Bible.

The priest also enjoyed the scene, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Sam's eyes were also full of shock, but he was much better than the others, after all, he had dealt with all kinds of gods and demons too much, and he had seen even more strange things, and even the devil and angels had been in contact more than once.

He turned to look at his brother, only to find Dean frowning and staring at the priest on the stage, his face full of confusion and strangeness.

"Dean, what do you think?"

Dean shook his head and frowned, "It's hard to say.."

"Maybe he really gained divine power, after all, the truth is happening right in front of him. ”

"Probably.." Dean muttered, "But I always feel that if God really wanted to choose a messenger to perform miracles in his place, it could not be him."

"Why?" Sam asked, confused.

"Because he doesn't look like a priest at all, but like a liar who makes a name for himself on a supernatural talk show on TV."

Sam blinked, glanced at the priest on the stage, and didn't speak.

The next moment, without warning, Sam suddenly hugged his head and screamed in pain.

"Oh damn it, what sounds are echoing in my head.."

"What's going on?!"

Dean's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly supported Sam, who was clutching his head tightly, his face distorted, and he had a splitting headache, and two bloodlet streaks of blood slowly flowed down his nose.

"What's going on, Sam?

Dean was so anxious that he didn't know what was going on, so he could only help Sam push through the crowd and walk outside.

"Someone... Someone is calling out to me."

Sam groaned in pain as he said in fits and starts.

"Who? Who's calling you?.."

"That.. That direction .."

Sam struggled to raise an arm and pointed somewhere.

Dean looked at his anguished brother, his face anxious and angry, and after a moment's hesitation, he picked up Sam and hurried in the direction he had spoken.

Then, Sam pointed out the next direction every other way, and the two stumbled forward, and the good news was that Sam's headache became lighter and lighter as the two continued to move forward.

The two walked into a cold wood, the air was too quiet, until they suddenly opened up, and finally came to a small lake.

The rancid smell rushed into the Winchester brothers' nostrils.

"Oh.."

Dean frowned and cursed lowly.

I saw that in front of the two of them, the small lake was densely covered with dead fish, the snow-white fish belly turned up, the empty eyes were facing the sky, and the atmosphere became strange and terrifying.

"Now I kind of agree with what you said.." Sam said in a solemn tone.

But before he could finish his sentence, a sharp pain struck him again.

"Ahh

Sam screamed, Dean was startled, and before he could ask about him, Sam had already pointed to a place with a hideous face, and said loudly, "I heard clearly, someone is calling us, right there, not far away.."

The pain came and went suddenly, and Sam roared before Dean to lead the way, and the two of them hurried out of the jungle, followed by an empty barn.

Sam led Dean into a dilapidated barn covered in Champs leaves.

The brothers all stopped.

What do they see?

The golden sunlight poured down through the hole in the roof of the barn, like a fine satin, on a woman who was incomparably delicate and incomparably beautiful.

Her blonde hair, which was brighter than the sun, was scattered on the ground, her eyes were quietly closed, her face was as white and smooth as milk, and her coarse linen dress covered her body, a hundred times more gorgeous than an evening dress decorated with pearls and gems.

She lay on the golden sunlight and golden grains, like a sleeping angel, so beautiful that you almost forgot to breathe.

The brothers were stunned.

The next moment, a sound came from the woman's body, and six huge white wings stretched out from her back, hanging limply behind her back.

The brothers' eyes widened and they looked at each other.

“angle？！”

Unexpectedly, it was really an angel.

Sam hesitated and said, "That's her, calling me." ”

Dean had already stepped forward quickly, took off his coat and spread it on the ground, and then carefully picked up the beautiful angel and put her on.

Under the earnest gaze of the brothers, the angel's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were as calm as a lake, with a pitiful cowardice.

The brothers blushed at the same time, and a feeling of self-shame arose in their hearts, and even the playboy Dean didn't dare to look at her more.

"You're finally here."

The angel spoke in a low voice, his tone full of weakness.

"What's there. Can it help you?" Sam hesitated.

The angel's gaze slid over the brothers' faces, and he whispered, "I came to take a mortal to heaven, but he ripped off a feather during the flight... My body is mutilated, I have lost my powers, and I have no power to return."

The brothers looked at each other and blurted out in unison, "The priest?!"

"Yes. The angel nodded helplessly, looked at the brothers, and whispered, "I can only ask for your help... Help me get that feather back.."

"Of course. Dean couldn't wait to agree, with an eager expression on his face, and said, "I already knew that there was something wrong with that priest, sure enough."

"Thank you. The angel smiled palely, and strands of golden hair fell down her cheeks, and the brothers were stunned by the momentary charm.

Dean subconsciously muttered, "I can.. Would you like to take the liberty of asking your name?"

"You can call me." The angel blinked and whispered, "Imokin.."