But they were not human after all, and he had not actually eaten them, so Sam did not find it particularly disgusting.
He took off the replica glove on his hand and examined it closely, delight in his eyes. He had realized the value of this piece of equipment; in its very first real battle, it had displayed more than enough defensive power.
Wu Heng walked over to Sam's side, looked at the energy glow slowly settling on the glove, and nodded, confirming the most crucial point.
"Looks like this path works."
After driving back the angel squad, Morik Manor entered a state of high alert.
Dean and Sam worked even harder, taking turns adapting to the power of the newly produced batch of gloves, while Wu Heng began analyzing the battle data and refining his theory.
However, the remnants of the Balance Church, like venomous snakes lurking in the gutter, had not given up.
Through the black market organizations' intelligence network, which spread through every stratum of society, they had caught a crucial piece of information—Dean Winchester had an extremely close relationship with Jesse, the powerless "former Antichrist," and his adoptive parents.
So they got some ideas.
That afternoon, Dean had just finished a round of sparring practice with Sam. Sweating all over, he sat at the edge of the training grounds, gulping down water, when his encrypted phone suddenly received a message from an unknown source using the Demon Hunter Guild's internal emergency code.
[Oak Shield Community attacked by unidentified supernatural forces. The Turners are missing. A breach has been made in the community's defenses. Request immediate assistance! Coordinates: abandoned textile mill warehouse in the Milton outskirts. Suspected temporary enemy stronghold! —Community Patrol]
Attached to the message was a blurry photo showing a damaged section of