"I had to do something to protect myself—like helping you seal Lucifer away for good. Otherwise, there'd be no place for me in Hell!"
He lowered his voice, a hint of temptation in it. "Think about it. Lilith was the first demon Lucifer personally created from a human soul. She meant as much to him as Adam did to God. I killed her—do you really think Lucifer would spare me if he learned the truth?"
The four exchanged looks, their suspicions not entirely dispelled.
Dean pulled out an encrypted phone and dialed Wu Heng's number.
After a brief conversation, Dean hung up and gave the others a slight nod. "He confirmed it—the part about Lilith."
Crowley let out a breath of relief.
Following Crowley's intelligence, they quickly found Brady, the mouthpiece of the Horseman Pestilence.
Sam discovered that he had actually been a college classmate—the guy who had introduced Jessica Moore to Sam as his girlfriend.
On the surface, Brady was now an executive at Niveus Pharmaceuticals. In truth, he served the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, carrying out their virus-spreading plan and keeping track of the Horsemen's whereabouts.
In a secluded booth at an upscale restaurant.
Dean wore a borrowed expensive suit, his hair combed flawlessly, playing the part of an opportunistic businessman seeking to save himself amid the panic of the apocalypse.
"I'm sick of living on edge like this," Dean said in a lowered voice, greed and fear appearing on his face in just the right measure. "Heaven, Hell—I don't care who wins. I can give you the ring, as long as you guarantee me a safe place in Lord Pestilence's new world."
He pushed a fake ring box slightly toward him.
Brady's eyes were sharp, his expression carrying the phony warmth of a businessman.
He studied Dean