Jesse's eyes instantly lit up. "Really? Then can I... go back and see Mom and Dad?"
"Provided you succeed."
Wu Heng nodded, but then changed tack. "However, if you completely lose control during any trial, causing innocent casualties, or are completely consumed by your power, then for the safety of more people, I will have no choice but to temporarily seal your power until you are mature enough to control it again."
"Are you willing to accept this agreement?"
Jesse barely hesitated before nodding vigorously. An unprecedented determination appeared on his little face. "I am. I'll try hard to control it. I don't want... to be like that again."
Seeing the light rekindle in Jesse's eyes, Dean and Sam relaxed slightly. Having a goal was better than wallowing in fear.
The night deepened.
The manor regained its superficial calm.
Jesse was arranged to rest in a reinforced bedroom in the inner section of the safe house. Dean and Sam took turns keeping watch in the outer room, while Castiel was responsible for monitoring energy fluctuations around the perimeter.
However, in the early hours of the morning.
The invisible energy barrier at the safe house entrance, woven from countless tiny incantations, suddenly let out an extremely faint crack, like shattering glass.
A nearly imperceptible fissure quietly appeared.
Dean was on watch that night. He was drowsily exercising his arm strength with a dumbbell, and the subtle sound failed to catch his attention.
A figure slipped through the crack like a ghost.
It was Hannah's newly hired manor "assistant," a young girl named Ella who appeared shy and quiet. Her parents had both been demon hunters and had died in sacrifice; Hannah had taken her in out of pity.
There was no way she could have been a demon.
Yet now, she