With every word Wu Heng spoke, Dean and Sam's expressions grew graver.
At last, they had made a breakthrough. The name Lilith was carved into their minds.
A new silence fell over the basement.
"I'll catch her!" Dean broke the silence, snarling.
The chill of the abandoned asylum had yet to fully seep from their bones when new information bore down on them.
For clues about the "First Blood" and the "place where sin began," the Winchester Brothers had nearly exhausted every contact they had. Their phones rang hot, their inboxes overflowed, and they had even driven out to personally visit several nearby old hunters with eccentric tempers.
Two days passed amid anxiety and frantic running around. During that time, they also dealt with two minor supernatural incidents taking advantage of the chaos: one involving a vengeful spirit, the other a shapeshifter committing copycat murders.
Blood, salt rounds, and silver knives became the theme of those two days, yet they could never avoid the subject of Lilith.
Until, on the rainy night of the second day, Sam received a call through an encrypted line from Kentucky.
The voice on the other end was hoarse. The caller was an extremely cautious old hunter, code-named Butcher.
Only after confirming Sam's identity and receiving Bobby Singer's indirect guarantee did he carefully reveal a piece of information.
"White-Eyed Demon? Hmph. You boys have gotten yourselves into some serious trouble."
There was a click as a lighter ignited on the other end. "I know a bunch of lunatics who worship Lucifer. They specialize in offering worship to those rabid guard dogs of his that wear white eyes. They call themselves the 'Pale Believers.'"
Dean immediately leaned closer to the receiver.
"Those bastards hide better than rats underground. They never stay in one place longer than