Sam growled again like a beast caged in captivity. He used another vial of the potion Wu Heng had provided, and his heart immediately calmed.
Dean looked at his brother, his eyes full of worry, but in the end, he only patted Sam on the shoulder.
"Maybe we should ask Lohr for a solution and deal with the problem inside you once and for all. Otherwise, something's bound to happen sooner or later."
Sam nodded at that.
If Dean had named anyone else, Crowley might have mocked him. How could a human possibly solve something like this?
But when it came to Lohr Morik, neither Castiel, an angel, nor Crowley, the Crossroads Demon, said anything. They tacitly accepted Dean's words.
It seemed that the Demon Hunter Guild president himself represented possibility.
Crowley's expression suddenly changed. He glanced around as though he had sensed something.
His face darkened as he said to the others, "I can feel hellhounds approaching. I may have been targeted."
"The situation is unusual right now. I can't be discovered, so I'm leaving first. You should get out of here quickly too. Looks like we'll have to find another safe house."
After saying that, Crowley vanished from where he stood.
As he left, the stagnant air within the abandoned slaughterhouse had yet to fully stir. The group had only just recovered when Dean suddenly slapped his thigh. "Chicago. Those vaccines have to be dealt with immediately!"
Sam and the other two tensed as well. Those vaccines were indeed the priority. They had to get out there at once and absolutely could not let them be distributed. Otherwise, there would be no stopping it.
Whether humanity could find a cure for the plague enhanced by the Horseman Pestilence was still unknown.
Without a moment's hesitation, the four of