Sam looked at the injured Ruby, then thought of Dean being out of contact and the imminent sealing ritual before them. Though he still harbored doubts about Ruby, he could not afford to worry about that now.
He and Dean were not helpless children who could not handle things apart.
"Lead the way!"
Sam said in a low voice, clenching his fists as demonic power quietly began to surge within him.
Ruby nodded, turned, and led the way, striding toward the old warehouse she had pointed out.
Yet as Sam followed close behind, his attention entirely focused on the dangers that might lie ahead, a sly, calculating glint flickered imperceptibly deep within Ruby's eyes.
Pure white, silent, flawless.
Dean felt as though he had been stuffed inside an enormous, smooth egg.
Even the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat seemed exceptionally piercing.
Like a trapped beast, he futilely pounded the walls with his fists, slammed his body against every seemingly possible seam, and even tried shooting at the ceiling.
But the silver-plated bullets left only tiny white specks on the seemingly ordinary white walls before vanishing, and the walls instantly returned to normal.
"Save your strength, Dean."
Archangel Saga, who had remained in the room, wore a charcoal-black suit, his silver hair impeccably groomed. Somehow, he had brought over an exquisite leather armchair and a small mahogany cabinet, sitting there elegantly as if he were in the lounge of some exclusive club.
He took out a bottle of seemingly expensive red wine from the cabinet, opened it with practiced ease, and poured the crimson liquid into a gleaming crystal glass.
Gently swirling the glass, he watched the scarlet wine form elegant arcs along its walls as he calmly observed Dean struggling like a caged beast.
Then, with an infuriatingly