Perfect timing. Saved me the trouble of looking for them.
Wu Heng sneered, stubbed out his cigarette, and headed straight for the nearest shadowy corner.
A moment later, several extremely brief, stifled, inhuman wails came from deep within the corner before everything fell completely silent.
Wu Heng slowly emerged from the other side of the corner, straightening his perfectly unruffled collar. A faint wisp of black vapor dissipated from his fingertips. The low-level demons assigned to surveillance had been instantly eliminated and refined before they even had a chance to raise the alarm.
When he returned to the safe house, Dean and Sam looked up excitedly. A canvas bag lay open on the floor, containing black candles, a strange urn that appeared to hold cat bone powder, and a clay jar filled with dark red soil.
"The materials are all here!" Dean wiped away his sweat, his eyes blazing. "When are we going to the crossroads?"
"After dark."
The night was as black as ink. The old streetlights had long since broken, and scattered starlight left only the vague outlines of the desolate rural crossroads.
The cold wind howled, sweeping dust and dead leaves across the ground with a sound like mournful sobbing. The only bright light came from the headlights of the black Impala parked nearby, as well as the white candles on the ground, their eerie flames flickering.
Dean carefully poured the last handful of specially prepared dark red soil mixed with cat bone powder into the runic grooves on the clay jar.
Half-crouched on the ground, Sam used the light to check the intricate summoning diagram in his booklet one final time, deepening the lines carved into the earth with a silver dagger.
Wu Heng leaned against a rusty signpost nearby, both hands tucked into his coat