Wu Heng and the two brothers had all gone out, giving the couple some private space.
Dean leaned against the wall while Sam stood beside him. Neither of them spoke.
"Do you think Mom will fully recover?" Dean asked.
Sam thought for a moment. "Since the president said so, she definitely will."
Dean nodded. He took out a cigarette and lit it, smoke drifting beneath the dark red lights. "I believe Lohr too. Everything he said would happen has happened."
"Thirty years." He let out a sigh. "We hadn't seen each other for thirty years. We almost never got to see each other again."
Sam said nothing.
Dean took a drag from his cigarette. "That bastard Crowley actually did one good thing."
Sam looked at him.
"You wanted to kill him just now."
Dean exhaled another stream of smoke. "I still do, but it can wait."
At the end of the corridor, Wu Heng stood there. He did not go over, merely glanced at them before turning and leaving.
Hell, Ashen Edge, newly developed zone.
A demon hunter squad crouched behind some rocks, watching the smoking depression ahead.
In the center of the depression, more than a dozen blurry shadows writhed like newborn beasts that had yet to take on fixed forms.
Their bodies sometimes condensed into humanoid shapes, sometimes dispersed into black mist, drifting through the air before reforming. Occasionally, a clump of black mist formed half a head with a single eye on it, which looked around in confusion and agitation before melting back into the mist.
"Newborns," the captain said in a low voice. "None of them have fully formed yet."
"We still have to clear these?" a young team member whispered. His name was Link. He had joined the guild only half a year ago, and