"It's demons!" Dean lowered his voice. "Their energy fields interfere with electronic equipment. Look at these time periods. The frequency is high—they must be active here often."
Just as Sam carefully recorded those anomalous time points, trying to analyze the demons' numbers and patterns of activity, something in the corner of the surveillance feed caught his attention.
Two familiar figures were sneaking around to the bar's back alley, seemingly observing something. Then they actually pushed open an inconspicuous little door and slipped inside.
It was the Black demon-hunter couple from earlier—the ones who had refused to cooperate and accused them of being "traitors."
"Damn it, how did they get in?!" Sam blurted out. "Didn't they notice anything strange about this place? Or do they not know that this time, there's a group of demons instead of just one?"
Dean leaned in for a look, and his expression changed as well. "Fuck, those two self-righteous idiots. There are at least six Seven Deadly Sins demons hiding in there. They're delivering themselves right to the door."
Given the strength the couple had displayed, they might have been able to hold their own against one Seven Deadly Sins demon. But against six at once, they had no chance of surviving.
"We can't wait any longer!" Dean abruptly stood up, though his injured leg made him stumble. "We have to go in. We can't let those two idiots die in there, and this is our best chance to find those bastards."
The two exchanged a look and saw the same resolve in each other's eyes.
They quickly checked their dwindling weapons and holy water supplies, took a deep breath, and cautiously made their way toward the back door of the cold, sinister Midnight Blues bar.
The air inside the bar was still as an