Dean looked at himself in the mirror and broke into an excited grin.
At last, he was no longer an ordinary hunter who could only rely on weapons and luck to risk his life against supernatural creatures. Though he was still nowhere near Wu Heng's level, this was undoubtedly a tremendous leap forward.
Dean walked out of the bathroom, glanced at Sam, who had just gotten up, and Wu Heng, who was sitting quietly in the living room, then clenched his fist hard. His knuckles cracked sharply.
"Guys, I think we can find something tough to test ourselves on today."
He excitedly began a set of strength exercises.
The sun had just risen. Morning light streamed through the gaps in the blinds, slicing several bright beams through the air. Dean thrilled at the power surging through his body and the ease with which he trained. Rising to his feet, he threw a few punches at the air, each one cutting through it with a whoosh.
"Seriously, Lohr, I feel like I could punch straight through a wall now." Dean's voice was brimming with excitement, eager to give it a try.
Sam looked at his brother. Though he was happy for him, the worry between his brows had not faded. "Dean, calm down."
"Getting stronger is a good thing, but our top priority hasn't changed—find the White-Eyed Demon and figure out where Dad is."
Dean tempered some of his excitement, nodded, and walked over to spread a map and a pile of documents across the table. "Right. But that summoning circle is completely useless now. Heaven tampered with it. It was a trap from the start."
"What a shame," Sam sighed. "That was our only solid lead."
"Not necessarily." Dean tapped several points on the map where they had previously been