"Damn it, it's an ambush!"
Dean reacted instantly, drawing both guns in a flash. Silver-plated bullets whistled through the air, sending the first skinwalker that lunged at them tumbling away.
Sam immediately channeled the steadily growing demonic power within him. Ominous black patterns spread across his eyes as a powerful shockwave burst outward from him, temporarily forcing back several low-level demons attacking from the side.
But there were simply too many demons!
They had clearly come prepared, attacking like a tidal wave without fear of death.
Dean soon ran out of bullets imbued with holy power, while Sam's demonic power began to show signs of exhaustion under the intense drain. His breathing grew ragged.
"Get back!"
At that critical moment, a deep, familiar voice rang out.
A flash of white light streaked through the darkness. Castiel descended abruptly, Angel Blade in hand, like lightning tearing apart the night.
With each flash of the blade, several demons at the forefront turned to ash before they could even scream.
With his arrival, the pressure on them dropped sharply.
Dean and Sam were instantly revitalized. They stood back to back with Castiel, forming a small triangular defensive formation.
Dean's twin guns spat fire. The salt rounds imbued with holy power dealt double suppressive damage, like having "Armor Break" and "Instant Death" attributes added in a game.
He picked off every demon that tried to approach with precise shots.
Sam continuously drove his demonic power, unleashing wave after wave of shockwaves to disrupt the demons' formation. Every swing of Castiel's Angel Blade, meanwhile, claimed another demon.
Yet the number of demons far exceeded their expectations, and they did not seem to be attacking blindly.
As the battle continued, the three of them suddenly realized that they had unknowingly been forced into the church's central