It was already dark, and the corridor of the nursing home was dimly lit and quiet. Only the footsteps of three people echoed in the corridor.
An old man in a wheelchair came towards us. He was pushed by a caregiver and came slowly. Dean tensed up instantly, grabbed Bai Haorui's arm, lowered his voice, and breathed at Sam, his tone full of panic:
"This won't work at all. Come on, our badges are fake and what if we get caught? We'll go to jail! Prisons are full of bad people! And soap! Do you know how dangerous the soap in prisons is?!"
"Dean, shush! Calm down and take a deep breath, okay?" Sam quickly held him down and comforted him helplessly.
Dean took a deep breath, spit it out quickly, shook his head wildly, and almost burst into tears. "No! I can't calm down! I don't want to go to jail!!"
"Okay, don't catch me, just follow us, it'll be fine." Sam patted his shoulder, took the lead in walking to the door of the ward, and knocked lightly.
An old voice came from inside. "Come in."
The three of them opened the door and walked in. Mr. Garland was sitting in a wheelchair, with his back to them, looking at the night outside the window. Hearing the movement, he turned around in his wheelchair and looked at the three of them with vigilance in his eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Garland, I am Agent Taylor, this is Agent Perry, and this is Mr. Bai, from the FBI." Sam took out the fake badge and handed it over, "We would like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther."
"Show me your documents." Mr. Garland's tone was very calm.
"Of course." Sam handed over the badge.
Dean suddenly spoke, his voice trembling and crying, "Of course these are true, who would pretend to be an FBI agent? You are crazy. That is a felony and you will go to jail!"
Bai Haorui had no choice but to reach out quietly and pinched Dean's shoulder, signaling him to stop talking. Dean immediately shut his mouth and leaned close to him, like a frightened little animal, his eyes scanning every corner of the room warily, for fear that something would jump out.
Mr. Garland read the certificate, nodded, returned the badge to Sam, and motioned for them to continue.
"Well, the file says that your brother Luther died of physical trauma." Sam asked.
Mr. Garland suddenly sneered and said nothing.
"You don't agree with this statement?"
"Of course I don't agree." Mr. Garland's tone was full of bitterness.
"Then what do you think was the cause of his death?"
"What an old man thinks is not important." Mr. Garland turned his face away and looked out the window with a lonely tone.
"Mr. Garland, we just want to find out the truth about your brother's death, please." Sam said in a sincere tone, "Some people have died because of this incident, and there are others who are experiencing the same pain as your brother. We must stop it."
Mr. Garland was silent for a long time. It was so long that the three of them thought he would not speak. Then he slowly turned his head, his eyes full of guilt and regret, and said:
"Everyone is afraid of Luther. They call him a monster."
In a small town 20 years ago, Luther was a tall man, a head taller than everyone in the town. He had a fierce face and was unsmiling. People in the town avoided him, pointed at him, and called him a freak or a monster.
But no one saw that he would secretly feed stray cats on the street corner, help his neighbors repair their broken roofs, and pick up fallen children on rainy days. However, he was not good at words and always had a cold face.
"He is too tall and strong, looks too fierce and different. But no one cares. He is the kindest person I have ever seen in my life. He has never hurt anyone." Mr. Garland's voice was choked and his eyes were red. "Many people have let down Luther, and I am one of them. At that time, I was a widower with three children. I told myself that I couldn't do anything, I couldn't cause trouble, and I had to support my children."
Sam was silent for a moment, took out the portrait of Jessie and handed it over. "Mr. Garland, do you know this woman?"
Mr. Garland glanced at the portrait and nodded. "This is Jessie·O'Brien, her man Frank, killed Luther. Everyone knows it, but no one says it."
Sam, Dean, and Bai Haorui looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Jessie is the receptionist of the sawmill. She has always been very good to Luther. She can talk to him and will not avoid him like others. Luther has fallen in love with her since then. I never said that before." Mr. Garland's tone was full of bitterness, "But Frank is not happy. He is a famous figure in the town. How can he tolerate his woman getting close to a 'monster'?"
"After Jessie disappeared, Frank believed that Luther had harmed her. What happened? The woman stopped taking the medicine and ran out to commit suicide, but Frank didn't know it at that time."
On a dark night, on the road outside the sawmill, Luther was tied tightly to the neck by an iron chain. The other end of the chain was tied to Frank's car. Frank was sitting in the driver's seat, and sitting next to him was the young police chief Britton.
The car started, dragging Luther on the rough asphalt road at high speed. Luther struggled desperately, roaring in pain from his throat, his body was dragged on the road, his clothes were torn, his skin was abraded, and blood stained the entire road. His mouth was filled with mud and sawdust, and a sense of suffocation and severe pain swept over him, but no one cared about his begging for mercy.
Finally, the car stopped, and Luther was lying on the ground, lifeless, covered in injuries, and the chain around his neck was embedded in his flesh.
Mr. Garland's tears finally fell.
"When they found Luther, the chain was wrapped around his neck. He was dragged back and forth on the road. He was already dead."
"O'Brien has never been arrested?" Sam's tone was full of disbelief.
"I shouted at all the police in the town, and they didn't even want to investigate Frank." Mr. Garland smiled, very bitterly, "He is a decent man in the town, his family is rich, and he is the star of the softball team. Where is my brother? He is just a freak in the town. Who cares about the life and death of a freak?"
"You must hate Frank·O'Brien." Bai Haorui spoke in a gentle tone.
"I have hated him for a long time, but life is too short and should not be wasted on hatred." Mr. Garland shook his head, "Frank was not conscious at that time, his wife disappeared, and he was frightened. He thought he was avenging his wife. But he made Luther experience the same fear, the same despair... It is really sad. Fear is like this, it will only keep spreading and will only backfire on those who use it to hurt others."
When the three of them walked out of the nursing home, night had completely enveloped the entire town, and the wind blew with a biting chill.
Dean leaned against the body of the Impala and finally came to his senses. He looked at the sawdust on his palms with empty eyes and murmured to himself, "Now I know what these are, road scratches. I guess Luther swallowed a lot of sawdust when he was dragged."
"Yes, you are reenacting his death in slow motion." Sam said in a heavy tone.
"Yes, but it's not much slower, right?" Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling uglier than crying, "Burn Bones quickly and let me get better."
"Dean, it's not that simple." Sam shook his head, looking helpless.
"No, no, it should be that simple, why not simple?!" Dean exploded instantly and completely lost control of his emotions.
"Dean, Luther was dragged to death by a car. The bodies were torn into pieces and were probably scattered on the entire road, even in the grass on the roadside." Sam said in a difficult tone, "It is impossible for us to find all the remains, and there is no way to burn his bones with salt and fire."
"Are you kidding?" Dean's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of despair.
"Listen, we'll find another way, we will."
"You know what? Fuck it." Dean suddenly exploded and threw the whiskey bottle in his hand to the ground, causing glass shards to scatter on the ground.
"Wow, wow, wow, Dean, what's wrong with you?" Sam quickly stepped forward, trying to comfort him.
"Please, Sam, what are we doing?!" Dean screamed hysterically, "We are hunting ghosts! Who would do such a thing? Normal people would only run away or call the police when they see monsters, but what about us? No, no, no, we specifically look for things that want to kill us or even eat us! Do you know who would do this? Madmen! We are madmen!"
"And the crappy restaurant food, the crappy motels, and the waitress at the truck stop with the weird rash! Who wants that kind of life, Sam? Huh? Seriously, do you really like being in a car with me for eight hours a day? I don't think so at all! I drive too much Come on, listen to those five albums over and over again and sing along, I know I'm annoying. And you, you fart a lot! Eat half a taco, and you can release poison gas bombs! Did you know? And Haorui, we could have a chat at the beginning, but then started to practice, practice, practice non-stop! Like a dead piece of wood!!"
He said, threw the car keys to Sam, turned around and left.
Bai Haorui stood beside him, confused. "???"
"Hey, Dean, where are you going?" Sam called him quickly.
"Stay away from me, Sam, okay? I've had enough." Dean's voice was crying, without looking back, "I've had enough of these monsters, Hellhound, Ghost Sickness, and damn Apocalypse. I quit, I quit, I quit."
At this moment, a low barking sound suddenly came from behind him, as well as the sound of chains dragging the floor, which was exactly the same as the sound in Hell.
Dean froze instantly, his face turned pale as a sheet, and he even stopped breathing.
The next second, he ran away, rushing forward like crazy, and disappeared into the night in an instant.
Sam wanted to catch up, but Bai Haorui grabbed him.
"You go check Luther's death section and find a way to eliminate him. Bobby should be here soon. You can find a way together." Bai Haorui said with a serious tone and firm eyes, "I will follow Dean. In his current state, he is too dangerous to be alone. Something could happen at any time."
Sam looked at him and nodded, his eyes full of gratitude. "Okay, please, Haorui, you must take good care of him."
Bai Haorui nodded, turned around, quickly followed the direction Dean ran, and disappeared into the night.
Dean didn't know how long he ran, but he finally ran back to the hotel room, curled up on the corner of the bed, hugging his knees, shaking like chaff, burying himself in the quilt, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring warily at every corner of the room, even the shadow of the curtains could make him jump.
When Bai Haorui found him, he was about to fall into a hallucination, his eyes were blurred, and he kept muttering "Don't come here" and "Don't take me back".
Bai Haorui gently closed the door, walked to the bed, and sat next to him. Without speaking, he just stretched out his hand and held his cold hand. The Pure Yang True Fire from his fingertips was slowly injected into his body, traveling along his meridians, dispelling the disease in his body, and soothing his mind that was on the verge of collapse.
Dean felt the familiar warmth, and his tense body finally relaxed a little, and he slowly leaned over, his head buried in Bai Haorui's legs, still trembling, but no longer as panicked as before.
Bai Haorui just sat like this, holding his hand with one hand and patting his back gently with the other, guarding him all the time.
I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open and Sam walked in with a tired look on his face and a thick amount of information in his hand.
Just as he was about to speak, Dean suddenly raised his head and looked at him with distracted eyes. His pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing. His body instantly shrank back and clung to the head of the bed, shaking even more violently.
"Dean, how on earth did you get back here?" Sam walked over with a confused look on his face.
"Running back..." Dean's voice was shaking, and tears finally fell, "What should we do now? I only have less than four hours left, I will die, Sammy."
"Yes, you will die."
Sam's voice suddenly changed. It was no longer the usual gentle and calm tone, but had a hint of cold weirdness. Dean looked at him with a confused look on his face, and saw that his eyes slowly turned pure black, and then turned into bright yellow, exactly the same as Yellow-Eyed Demon's eyes, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's time for you to go back, Dean." Yellow Eyes Sam spoke with a cold tone.
"Go back?" Dean's pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body became cold.
"Go back to Hell, Dean." Yellow Eyes Sam stepped closer and smiled cruelly, "It's time to go back. To be honest, you really annoy me to death. You pretend to be a good brother every day, taking care of me and staring at me. Aren't you tired?"
As soon as he raised his hand, an invisible black force surged out instantly, slamming Dean against the wall. Dean groaned in pain, and his body was nailed to the wall, unable to move, and even breathing was difficult.
"No! Get out of my brother's body, you evil son of a bitch!" Dean roared, his eyes full of despair and anger.
"No one possesses me, Dean." Yellow Eyes Sam smiled, walked up to him step by step, reached out and strangled his neck, tightening it tighter and tighter, "This is what I will become, this is what I want to be. You can't do anything, you can't stop me, just like you can't stop Apocalypse, you can't stop yourself from returning to Hell."
Dean's face turned red from holding back, and a sense of suffocation swept over him. His vision began to turn black, and the familiar sound of iron chains, the roar of demons, and the sound of burning fire came to his ears from Hell.
Just when he was about to lose consciousness, a loud shout rang in his ears:
"Dean!!"
Immediately afterwards, a red-gold flame exploded in front of his eyes in an instant, carrying the aura of pure Yang, and hit him hard between the eyebrows.
The illusion of Yellow Eyes Sam instantly dissipated into the air.
Dean woke up suddenly, gasping for air. In front of him was Sam, who was shaking him with a worried look on his face. His eyes were full of anxiety. His eyes were still the familiar brown color, without turning yellow or black.
Bai Haorui is supporting his shoulders, with fingertips still touching his eyebrows. Pure Yang True Fire is still pouring into his body continuously, dispelling the evil atmosphere brought by the illusion.
"Hey, hey, hey, Dean. It's okay, it's okay, it's just an illusion." Sam's voice was soothing and she patted his face gently.
Dean looked at Sam in front of him, and then at Bai Haorui beside him, and finally realized that everything just now was an illusion. He couldn't help it anymore, hugged the two of them, buried his head on their shoulders, tears finally fell down, and his whole body was shaking violently.
The sky had just dawned, the light cyan light enveloped the entire town, and there was a chill in the morning in the air.
Sam was sitting on the hood of the Impala, having not slept all night, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes.
There was a sound of a car engine, and a pickup truck drove over and parked next to the Impala. Bobby opened the door and walked out, holding a thick ancient book in his arms, with a tired look on his face, but his eyes were still firm.
"Hello, Sam, Haorui." Bobby came over and patted the two of them on the shoulders.
"Hey, Bobby, thank you for coming over so quickly." Sam showed a grateful smile on his face.
"Where is Dean?" Bobby glanced around and frowned as he didn't see Dean.
"Well, I'm sick at home." Bai Haorui sighed, "The situation is not good, the hallucinations are getting more and more serious, and the mood is also very unstable."
Bluebird Motel's room.
Dean was sitting on the bed, hugging his knees, and watching TV. There was a cartoon on the TV, in which the puppy Pochi was tied around the neck by a rope and dragged on the ground, making pitiful screams.
Dean frowned, with an annoyed look on his face, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV: "This movie can't help at all."
He curled up on the bed, hugging the pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling, and heard the faint sound of dogs barking and the sound of chains dragging the floor.
The scene cuts back to outside the sawmill.
Bobby:"He has started to hallucinate?"
"It started a few hours ago." Sam said in a heavy tone.
"How much time do we have?" Bobby frowned even more tightly.
"We met with the coroner around 8 o'clock on Monday morning, so... there's less than two hours left." Sam sighed, "What about you? Did you find anything?"
Bobby handed over the ancient book he was holding in his arms. The cover was in Japanese and looked to be quite old. "This encyclopedia of spirits is from the Edo period."
"Okay, show off." Sam couldn't help but smile and took the ancient book.
"In short, this book records a kind of ghost, which is probably what we are looking for. It is called "Buru Buru" (Buru Buru). It was born from extreme fear and will infect people with fear, which is what you call Ghost Sickness." Bobby explained, "People who are infected will replay the experience before their death, and will eventually be scared to death."
"Did it say how to kill it?" Sam asked immediately.
"Same as ordinary ghosts, burn the remains." Bobby said.
"Great. Then... is there a plan B?" Sam's smile disappeared instantly, with a look of helplessness on his face, "We can't find his complete remains. His body was dragged for several kilometers and was so broken that even Bones's scum can't be found."
Bobby was silent for a moment, then said, "Buru Buru was born from fear, it itself is fear. The legend says that we can kill it with fear."
"That's pretty much what it means?"
"Yes." Bobby nodded, "Whatever it fears most, use whatever it takes to deal with it."
"How on earth are we going to do it?" Sam looked confused.
At this moment, Bai Haorui took out a drawn talisman and handed it to Bobby. The runes on the talisman were sharp and had an aura of pure Yang. It was Soul-Locking Talisman that he spent half a night and drew with his own Pure Yang True Fire.
"Bobby, this is Soul-Locking Talisman. Engraving it on the iron chain can trap Luther's spirit body, making it impossible for him to escape." Bai Haorui's tone was serious and clear, "He was alive. The most terrifying thing is to be tied to the neck by a chain and dragged to death on this road. We can use the same method to completely disperse his spirit body. This is the only way to eliminate him and cut off the Ghost Sickness he spreads without finding the complete remains."
Bobby took the talisman, looked at it carefully, nodded, his eyes full of recognition. "This thing of yours is more effective than our method. Okay, just do it."
"I'll prepare the iron chain and carve the talisman on it." Sam said immediately, turned around and walked towards the Impala.
At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang. Bai Haorui took out the mobile phone and answered the call. It was Dean who called. His voice was trembling and he was crying:
"Haorui...Sam... Where are you... there's something... there's something outside..."
"Dean, don't be afraid, we'll be fine soon." Bai Haorui's tone was gentle, with the power of comfort, "Just hold on a little longer, okay? We have a plan, you will be fine, hold on."
"Okay..." Dean's voice was choked and he hung up the phone.
Bai Haorui put down the phone, looked at Sam and Bobby, and said in a serious tone, "There is no time, we must do it as soon as possible. Dean can't hold it anymore."
Sam nodded, holding the iron chain engraved with runes in his hand, his eyes firm. "This plan is terrible."
"I know I said "scare ghosts to death with fear", but this..." Bobby couldn't help but sigh.
"Hey, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears." Sam said, turned and walked into the sawmill.
Bai Haorui and Bobby looked at each other and followed immediately.
The sawmill was still cold and cold. As soon as Sam walked into the locker room, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the glass. Luther's ghostly shadow instantly appeared behind him, with a biting chill.
Sam was well prepared, turned around suddenly, and threw out the iron chain in his hand, accurately wrapping it around Luther's neck. The Soul-Locking Talisman engraved on the iron chain instantly lit up in red, and red-gold runes circulated on the iron chain. Luther let out a shrill scream, and his body was instantly frozen, unable to escape.
"Bobby! Drive!!" Sam roared, grabbing the other end of the chain, rushing out of the sawmill, and quickly tied the chain to the Impala's trailer hook.
Bobby Without saying a word, he jumped on the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator to the floor.
The Impala's engine made an ear-splitting roar, its tires rubbed against the ground, black smoke emitted, and it rushed out.
The chain was straightened in an instant, and the ghost of Luther was dragged, driving at high speed on the asphalt road. He let out a shrill scream, and his body was twisted and torn bit by bit during the drag, and the vicious roar spread throughout the entire road.
Everything he experienced in his lifetime happened again.
Soul-Locking Talisman on the iron chain became brighter and brighter, and the red-gold runes locked his spirit body tightly, preventing him from having the slightest chance to escape. Luther's body became transparent little by little as it was being dragged, and finally, with a deafening scream, it completely dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace of viciousness left.
At the same time, in Bluebird Motel's room.
Dean was huddled in the corner of the bed, shaking violently. The door was suddenly knocked open and the hinges fell off.
Sheriff Britton rushed in with a gun raised. He was covered in sweat, his hair was messy, his eyes were unfocused, and his right arm was covered with dense red scratches, which were exactly the same as Dean's and were already bleeding.
"Sheriff?" Dean looked at the gun in his hand and backed away slowly, his voice trembling, "What are you going to do?"
"Why are you investigating the death of Luther·Garland?!" The police chief completely lost control of his emotions. He raised his gun and shouted at Dean, "What do you want to do? Do you want to arrest me too?!"
"Hey, hey, you... you are sick, you are sick, just like me, okay?" Dean slowly raised his hand, trying to comfort him, "You have to relax, those voices you heard are all fake and hallucinations."
"Fake?!" The police chief punched Dean hard on the face. Dean fell on the bed, his head buzzing.
"Frank·O'Brien is my friend. He just made a mistake and I didn't catch him. So what?!" The police sergeant rode on Dean, holding a gun against his forehead. His eyes were full of madness. "You want to destroy me just because of this?! There is no way! I won't let you destroy me!"
Dean slapped his hand away, the bullet instantly hit the ceiling, and lime fell all over his face.
The two men struggled with each other for an instant, and the voices in the hallucinations kept circulating in the Sheriff's ears, becoming more and more crazy and hysterical.
"They know what you did. They'll make you pay."
"Get away from me!!" The police chief suddenly covered his chest and began to breathe rapidly, his face turned pale instantly.
"Al, you have to calm down! Take a deep breath!" Dean quickly held him down and tried to comfort him.
"Back off!!" The police chief pushed him away, clutching his chest. His body stiffened suddenly and he fell straight to the ground. His eyes were wide open and he was breathless.
He suffered a heart attack and died on the spot.
Dean looked at his body and was so frightened that he backed away and huddled in the corner of the bed, shaking so badly that he couldn't even scream.
At this moment, the picture in front of him suddenly distorted, and a little girl in a white dress appeared in front of him, holding a doll and smiling innocently and cruelly.
"Hi, Dean." The little girl said, her voice sweet but with a biting chill.
Dean's pupils shrank suddenly and he screamed, "Ah! No! No!"
"It's me, Lilith." The little girl smiled and approached him step by step, "I miss you so much, Dean. It's time to go back to Hell."
"You--you're not real!" Dean backed away repeatedly, his back pressed against the wall, unable to retreat.
"What's wrong, Dean? Don't you remember those happy times down there?" Lilith smiled and reached out to touch his face, with Hell's chill on his fingertips. "Of course you remember, Hell's four months are equivalent to 40 years on earth, just like a year of a dog. You remember every second clearly, right?"
Dean covered his chest and curled up in pain. A tearing pain came from his heart, as if a hand was tightly grasping his heart, tightening it tighter and tighter. His eyes were black, and his ears were filled with the roars from Hell and the sound of burning fire.
"You're not real..." Dean struggled to spit out a few words, his consciousness already beginning to blur.
"It doesn't matter, you will still die, you will still be burned, or you will still go back to the place you fear the most." Lilith smiled innocently and cruelly, "Did you know? The seal is about to be broken, Apocalypse is coming, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
"Why me?... Why am I infected?" Dean's tears fell, his voice full of despair.
"Little fool, you know why, Dean." Lilith squatted in front of him, smiling softly, "Listen to your heartbeat."
Dean's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump."
The beating of his heart became slower and weaker, and severe pain swept through his body. His consciousness began to disappear, and everything in front of him began to turn black.
Just when his heart was about to stop beating, the ghost of Luther was completely dispersed, and the plague in his body instantly dissipated without a trace.
The severe pain in my chest disappeared instantly.
The roaring, the sound of chains, and the sound of Lilith in my ears were all gone.
The Lilith illusion in front of him also instantly dissipated into the air.
The door was pushed open and Bai Haorui rushed in. He immediately saw Dean curled up in the corner of the bed, covered in cold sweat. He immediately rushed over and helped him up.
"It's okay, Dean, it's okay." Bai Haorui's tone was gentle, "The ghost has been eliminated, you are okay."
Dean leaned in his arms, panting heavily. After a long time, he finally recovered. He looked at the corpse of the police chief on the ground, then looked at Bai Haorui, and let out a long breath.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing, carrying the smell of green grass.
The Impala was parked on the side of the road, Dean was leaning on the car, his face was still a little pale, but his energy was much better. He was holding a can of beer in his hand, drinking it in big gulps, and finally returned to his usual self.
Bobby leaned against his pickup truck, drinking whiskey and looking at the three people with a smile in his eyes.
"So you dragged a ghost to death with chains?" Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam and Bai Haorui, his tone full of curiosity.
"An iron chain engraved with a spell." Sam corrected, with a smile on his lips.
"Well, a new way to play." Dean nodded with a playful smile on his face, "It's cruel enough."
"This is what he is most afraid of, but it is indeed quite cruel." Sam sighed, with a hint of complexity in his tone.
"But the good news is, I'm still alive, so the team is awesome!" Dean smiled, raised the beer can, and shook it at the three of them.
Sam, Bai Haorui, and Bobby all laughed, raised the wine in their hands, and touched it.
"Yeah. By the way, how are you feeling now?" Sam looked at him, his eyes full of worry.
"It's great. Do you want to hunt? I can go now and I can kill anything." Dean patted his chest and smiled arrogantly, as if the person who was scared and screamed by the kittens and puppies before was not him at all.
Bai Haorui suddenly laughed, took out his phone, clicked on the video he had recorded before, and pointed the screen in front of Dean.
In the video, Dean is running like crazy, screaming while running, followed by a Yorkie wearing a pink bow, and Bai Haorui's suppressed laughter can also be heard in the screen.
"Come on, come on, our Little Dean, come and see how this pink bow-tie puppy can scare the shit out of you~" Bai Haorui smiled with a narrow face.
Dean's face instantly turned red. He rushed forward with a cry and snatched the phone, "Go to hell Bai Haorui!! Give me your phone! Delete it! Delete it immediately!!"
The two made a fuss, and Sam laughed so hard beside him that he couldn't stand up straight.
"Oh, he is so cute." Bobby smiled, shook his head, and took a sip of whiskey, "I have to go, please drive carefully."
"You too, Bobby. Hey, thanks." Sam walked over and hugged Bobby.
Bobby patted his back, glanced at Dean and Bai Haorui who were fighting, smiled, shook his head, drove the pickup truck, and left.
Sam pulled Dean, who was still fighting for the phone with Bai Haorui, and leaned against the car. Bai Haorui sat on the hood of the Impala, swinging his legs and looking at the two of them without saying anything, with a smile on his lips.
The sun shines on the three people, and the scene is warm and calm, as if the fear and despair before have disappeared.
"So... what did you see during the last period of time? I mean, in the hallucination." Sam looked at Dean, hesitated for a long time, and then asked.
Dean looked at Sam, and an illusion flashed before his eyes. Sam's pair of pure yellow eyes, and his heart suddenly shrank. He immediately turned away, pretending to be indifferent, smiled, and shrugged.
"Oh, except for a policeman who beat me up?"
"Seriously." Sam looked at him with a serious tone.
"Howler monkeys, a room full of howler monkeys, that thing scares me to death." Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled perfunctorily.
Sam looked at him, knowing that he didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions and just nodded, "Okay."
"It's nothing, just some common things, Sammy, I can handle it." Dean patted his shoulder and smiled with a relaxed expression, but deep in his eyes, there was a lingering heaviness.
He opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Sam got into the passenger seat, and Bai Haorui got into the back seat.
Dean started the car, and the engine made a familiar roar. He stepped on the accelerator, and the Impala sped off on the road, heading towards the distant horizon.
The car was very quiet, with only the sound of rock music flowing gently.
Dean looked at the road ahead, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes were full of heaviness. The appearance of Yellow Eyes Sam in the hallucination, the words Lilith said, and the 40 years in Hell were like a stone, pressing hard on his heart.
Sam looked out the window, his fingers unconsciously caressing the phone number of Ruby in his pocket, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of struggle. The tug between light and darkness in his heart became more and more intense.
Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat, looking at the two brothers in front, sighing softly, and Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips slowly turned.
He knew that this was only a temporary calm.
Apocalypse's footsteps are getting closer and closer.
The Impala moved forward and disappeared at the end of the road.