Dean Pressed the accelerator to the floor, the Impala let out a familiar roar, the tires scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound, and it sped towards the town cemetery.
In the car, Bai Haorui was leaning on the back seat, eyes closed, using weak Pure Yang True Fire to warm the damaged meridians bit by bit. He spoke to the two people in the front row with a hoarse voice, "Samhain is Hell a veteran-level demon, ordinary The salt bullets, silver bullets, and even Ruby's knife can only hurt him but not kill him. My True Fire can restrain him, but now my meridians are damaged and I can't use it at full strength... I can only rely on you later, Sam."
"No! Absolutely not!"
Dean turned around sharply, with a face of opposition, and his tone was so firm that there was no room for negotiation. "Sam can't use those super powers! Absolutely not! That thing will destroy him!"
"Dean, there is no other way now." Bai Haorui's tone was very calm, but with unquestionable reality, "I am so injured that you alone can't stop him. If you don't stop him, the whole town will die, and the angels will take action. We have no choice."
Dean looked at the pale Bai Haorui in the rearview mirror, then looked at Sam beside him, gritted his teeth, and punched the steering wheel hard, making a muffled sound.
He didn't say anything anymore, he just stepped on the accelerator harder.
The Impala was like a black lightning bolt, speeding towards the town cemetery on Halloween night.
In the underground chamber of the mausoleum, there was a crazy Halloween party.
The deafening sound of rap music made the walls tremble slightly. Colorful strobe lights swept through the crowded crowd. High school students in various costumes crowded together, drinking, dancing, and kissing. Wine bottles were thrown everywhere. The smell of alcohol and marijuana filled the entire closed tomb.
No one noticed that the cold stone walls of the tomb were seeping out an increasingly dense aura of death.
Justin stood in the middle of the crowd, dazed, holding a wine bottle in his hand, shouting to the people around him, his voice louder than the music. "Man, I'm so high! This is what Halloween should be like!"
The people around cheered, and someone whistled.
At this moment, footsteps came from the stairs, heavy and slow, and despite the noisy music, they still penetrated everyone's ears clearly.
Justin immediately booed everyone. "Hush, be quiet, it's the police! Hide the wine!"
The music was turned off instantly, and the entire tomb became silent. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the stairs.
Samhain walked down the stairs step by step and walked into the party room.
Justin was stunned for a moment when he saw him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Harding? I mean, Tang? Why are you here?"
Samhain said nothing and looked at the young people in the room expressionlessly, like he was looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
He turned around, raised his hand and closed the iron door of the tomb, and locked it with a click.
His hand gently touched the cold iron door.
The next second, all the tomb doors in the tomb began to shake violently, making loud clanging noises, as if something was banging on the door crazily inside, trying to get out.
"Tang, you, you locked us in." Justin pulled hard on the iron door, but it couldn't be opened at all. His face turned pale instantly, and his voice was filled with tears.
Before he could finish speaking, the door to the tomb closest to him was suddenly knocked open.
A rotten hand stretched out from the tomb and grabbed Justin's ankle.
Justin let out a heart-rending scream and tried desperately to shake off the hand, but the hand was so strong that it dragged him towards the grave.
"Help! Help!!"
His screams stopped abruptly.
The next second, blood spurted out from the tomb, splashing all over the people around him.
The entire tomb instantly exploded.
The teenagers collapsed instantly, screamed wildly, rushed towards the iron door, and smashed the door with all their strength, but the iron door did not budge.
More tomb doors were knocked open, and rotting zombies, pale ghosts, and blood-covered ghouls crawled out and rushed toward the panicked crowd.
Screams, cries, and monster roars mixed together, and the tomb instantly turned into a human world Hell.
Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui rushed to the entrance of the mausoleum and happened to hear the screams and gunshots in the tomb.
Sam looked at the locked iron door, then looked at the corridor leading to the depths of the mausoleum that Samhain left, and gritted his teeth.
"You stay and save them."
"Man, you can't go alone." Dean immediately grabbed him with a worried look on his face.
"There is no time!" Sam said in an urgent tone, "Dean, you and Haorui stay and rescue these children. I will chase Samhain, otherwise the whole town will be destroyed when he summons more things! Go quickly!"
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Dean to reply, he turned around and ran towards the corridor deep in the mausoleum.
Dean looked at his back, gritted his teeth, turned around and yelled at the teenagers inside the iron gate, "Quick, come here, get out of there, quick! Come to the iron gate!"
He raised his gun and pulled the trigger against the door lock. With a "bang" sound, the door lock was broken and the iron door was opened.
The teenagers inside immediately went crazy, screaming and rushing out of the iron gate and running towards the outside of the mausoleum.
A zombie roared and rushed towards Dean. Dean dodged sideways, and the silver stake in his hand pierced its chest. The zombie instantly collapsed to the ground and became motionless.
"Come on, you stinky thing!" Dean roared angrily and raised the gun again.
Bai Haorui leaned against the wall, holding the peach wood sword in his hand. Although the severe pain in his chest came in waves, he still gritted his teeth and swung his sword to chop at the zombies. The weak purple flame on the peach wood sword instantly pierced the zombie's head. Pure Yang True Fire burned away the corpse energy in its body, and the zombie instantly turned into ashes.
Every time he swung the sword, his shattered meridians felt excruciating pain. Golden blood seeped out along the bandage and soaked his coat. However, as more ghosts were killed, the crystals refined by True Fire were slowly absorbed by him, and his injuries were relieved.
In the dim corridor of the mausoleum, the walls were covered with moss and there was water on the ground, which made a creaking sound when stepped on.
Sam stopped at the corner, held his breath, and fixed his eyes firmly on the room at the end of the corridor.
Samhain was standing in the room, with his back to him, drawing a summoning circle on the ground, holding a bloody dagger in his hand, and chanting obscure spells.
Sam walked over quietly and pulled out Ruby's knife from his waist. He stepped very lightly and made no sound.
Just when he was only a few steps away from Samhain, Samhain suddenly turned around, raised his hand and emitted a dazzling white light, with powerful dark power, towards Sam.
But when the white light hit Sam, it dissipated instantly, not even touching the corner of his clothes.
"Yeah, that kind of demon ray is useless to me." Sam looked at him with a cold tone.
Samhain was stunned for a moment, then let out an angry roar, flashed, and rushed towards Sam, as fast as a black shadow.
Sam pulled out Ruby's knife, rushed towards him, and stabbed Samhain's chest with the blade. The blade made a sizzling sound when it touched his skin, black smoke came out, and Samhain let out a painful roar.
He pushed Sam away and punched Sam hard in the stomach. At the same time, he waved his backhand and knocked the knife out of Sam's hand. The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Sam hit the wall hard and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He supported the wall and just climbed up when Samhain rushed towards him again. He condensed a black energy ball in his hand and was about to hit Sam in the chest.
At this moment, Sam raised his hand, and his eyes instantly glowed with dazzling white light.
He used all his strength to activate his super powers.
An invisible and powerful force burst out instantly, immobilizing Samhain's body, making him unable to move.
"No... impossible..." Samhain struggled wildly within the constraints of his superpowers, with a ferocious expression on his face, but he couldn't get any closer to Sam.
Dean had just finished dealing with the last zombie in the tomb, and ran over and saw this scene. He was stunned for a moment. He stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked at Sam with a complicated and worried expression.
Sam's nose began to bleed non-stop, dripping down his chin. He gritted his teeth, and veins popped up on his forehead. He exhausted all his strength, and his superpower surged again.
He forcibly pulled Samhain's demon body out of Tang's body bit by bit.
Black and red smoke, accompanied by shrill screams, was pulled out of Tang's body. He struggled wildly, but was unable to break free from the shackles of Sam's superpower. Finally, with a deafening roar, the black demon body was forcefully pulled back into the crack of Hell by Sam, and the crack closed instantly.
Tang's body fell heavily to the ground, completely motionless.
Sam leaned against the wall, raising his hand to wipe the blood from his nose. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
Dean looked at him and opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
Bai Haorui held on to the wall and walked slowly over. Seeing that Sam was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. His body went limp and he almost fell. Dean immediately rushed over and supported him.
The midnight bell, just at this moment, came from the church in the small town.
Halloween is over.
The angel's purification did not come.
Early the next morning, the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains into the room, casting a long shadow on the ground.
Sam is stuffing clothes into his travel bag. He moves very slowly and his face is still a little pale. He used his superpower last night and almost exhausted all his energy.
Suddenly, the air in the room became distorted.
Uriel appeared in the room out of thin air, standing in front of Sam.
Sam took a step back in an instant, and immediately reached for the gun on his waist. He looked at him warily, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
"Tomorrow, November 2nd, is an anniversary for you." Uriel's tone was cold, without any waves, and his eyes scraped across Sam's body like a knife.
Sam's face instantly darkened. "What are you doing here?"
"On this day, Azazel killed your mother, and 22 years later, he attacked your girlfriend." A cruel smile appeared on Uriel's lips, "You must be in pain, but you used the power he gave you so unscrupulously, and his blasphemous blood is flowing in your veins."
"What do you mean?" Sam's tone was cold, and she met his gaze without fear.
"We told you not to use your powers."
"Then what should I do?" Sam smiled, full of sarcasm, "That demon will kill me, my brother, and everyone in the town. Should I stand still and let him kill us, and then let you destroy the entire town?"
"We told you not to use it." Uriel's tone was full of warning, "You have been warned twice."
"You know what? My brother is right, you are just bastards." Sam's eyes were full of anger, "What nonsense is justice? They are just a group of cowards hiding in the sky and treating human life as nothing."
"Sam·Winchester, the only reason why you are still alive is that you are still valuable." Uriel stepped closer to him, and the sacred pressure around him suddenly increased. "But once you have no value, once the trouble you bring exceeds your usefulness, with just one word, I will turn you into dust."
He took a step back, his eyes full of undisguised murderous intent, and continued, "As for your brother, tell him to stop pretending to be superior. Ask Dean what he remembers in Hell."
At this moment, Bai Haorui finished his breath adjustment and slowly opened his eyes. He sat on a chair by the window. Although the True Fire around him was still weak, it carried an undeniable edge. He looked at Uriel and said word by word, not loudly, but loudly. "Next time you appear in front of me, I will definitely kill you."
Uriel turned to look at him and sneered, his tone full of contempt. "Pathetic mortal, you can give it a try and see who gets killed."
His figure flashed and disappeared from the room in an instant.
Sam stood there with a solemn face, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.
The autumn sunshine shines warmly in the park. Children are laughing and playing on the lawn, and the swings are gently swayed by the wind, making a squeaking sound.
Dean was sitting on a bench in the park, looking at the children playing in the distance. His eyes were full of complexity, fatigue, confusion, and a lingering heaviness.
The next moment, Castiel was sitting on the bench next to him, still wearing the beige windbreaker, the collar of the white shirt tightly buttoned, his eyes calm, but with a trace of imperceptible fatigue.
"Let me guess, you came here to tell me 'I told you so'." Dean didn't look at him, his tone was calm, with a hint of ridicule.
"No."
"That's great, because I'm not interested in hearing it."
"I'm not here to judge you, Dean." Castiel turned his head and looked at him.
Dean finally turned his head and looked at him with a look of displeasure on his face. "Then why are you here? To see my joke? To see how we mortals almost messed up your overall situation?"
"Our orders--"
"Yeah, I've had enough of your bad orders--"
"Our orders are not to prevent Samhain's call, but to obey all your commands."
Castiel interrupted him and spoke word by word.
Dean was stunned for a moment, looking at him in disbelief, his eyes widened. "Are you following my orders?"
"This is a test to see how you would choose in a battlefield environment."
Dean looked at him, stunned for a long time, and then smiled, full of mockery. "I'm just a witch, and it's not the Spring Festival Offensive. So I... failed your test, right? Even if you use that damn time travel wand and let us do it again, I still can't will make the same choice. Because I don't know what will happen if these seals are broken, hell, I don't even know what will happen tomorrow. But I know that everything here, these children, swings, trees, are still here, all because of me, my brother, and Haorui."
"You misunderstood me, Dean." Castiel looked at him with an unprecedented gentleness in his eyes, "I am not the 'hammer' you thought. I was praying, praying that you would choose to save this town."
Dean was stunned for a moment. "Really?"
"I'm not... the kind of tool you mentioned that only executes commands." Castiel's eyes were full of confusion, "I have questions and doubts. I no longer know what is right and what is wrong, and I don't know whether you passed the test this time or failed. But in the next few months, you will face more choices. I don't envy the burden on your shoulders, Dean. I really don't."
He looked at Dean with unprecedented empathy and understanding in his eyes.
The camera slowly zoomed out, and the children in the park were still laughing and playing. The sun shone on the two of them, and the picture gradually darkened.
On the sunny highway, the Impala drove forward smoothly, and the wheels rolled over the road, making a familiar and reassuring sound.
Dean held the steering wheel and looked at the endless road ahead. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were much firmer than before.
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the window. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the phone number of Ruby in his pocket, his brows furrowed, and his heart was full of struggle.
Bai Haorui is leaning on the back seat, with a new bandage wrapped around his chest, eyes closed, and using Pure Yang True Fire to slowly warm up the damaged meridians. The fire in the Dantian has become more stable after this battle, and there are faint signs of breaking through to the sixth level.
The car was quiet, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of the wind outside the window.
Dean suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
"Sam... Thank you."
Sam turned his head, stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief on his face. "Why do you thank me?"
"Thank you for saving the whole town, and thank you for not letting those bastard angels destroy this place." Dean looked at the road ahead, his tone was calm and sincere.
Sam looked at him and smiled, "It's nothing, we are brothers, we should shoulder it together."
Dean was silent for a few seconds, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and finally nodded.
"About your ability..."
"Dean, I know you are worried about me." Sam immediately spoke with a firm tone, "I promise you, I can control it. I will not let it swallow me up, never."
Dean looked at him for a long time, finally nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay. I believe you."
He stepped on the accelerator deeply, and the Impala let out a familiar, low roar and sped towards the distant horizon.
Water vapor evaporated in the closed bathroom, and hot water gushes out from the shower head, forming shallow puddles on the off-white tile floor. The warm yellow light was blurred by the mist into a soft spot, blurring the outline of the glass partition and blurring the figure of the woman in the shower room.
Candice is standing under the shower head. The hot water slides down her smooth shoulders and neck, passes over the plump and tight peaks, collects on her slender waist, and then sinks into the water along her slender and straight legs. She has just finished an hour of strength training., her muscle lines were stretched and full of strength, her skin was glowing with a healthy pink glow from the hot water, and she completely failed to notice that in the gap between the shower partitions, a naked young man was holding his breath, his eyes widened, staring at her figure, and even breathing very lightly.
Just when Candice reached out to turn off the shower and turned around to get the towel, the boy suddenly retracted his body and completely disappeared into the air in the next second, leaving only a series of very light footsteps in the water, so light that it was almost drowned out by the sound of water.
Candice wrapped herself in an off-white bath towel and walked out of the shower area. The towel barely covered her thighs, and her wet blond hair stuck to the side of her neck. She just reached out to grab the skin care products on the shelf when she suddenly caught a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye - On the smooth bathroom mirror, a five-finger handprint with water vapor suddenly appeared, imprinted on the side of her face; and in the water at her feet, wet footprints emerged step by step, approaching her direction slowly.
The hairs all over her body stood up instantly, and her blood seemed to freeze at this moment. Her voice trembled uncontrollably, echoing in the empty bathroom:
"Is there anyone? Who's there?"
Candice suddenly grabbed the spare towel behind him and threw it in the direction of the footprints. The next second, the towel did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in mid-air. It happened to cover the invisible boy's head tightly, covering his entire head.
The young man's embarrassed and panicked muffled sound filled the air, with a bit of hoarseness typical of his voice-changing period, like a caught quail:
"Uh, hello? Mrs. Armstrong?"
The lights in the bar were dim, and the air was mixed with the aroma of cold beer, the grease smell of fried food, and the faint smell of tobacco. The old-fashioned jukebox played noisy rock music, drowning out the whispers in the booths.
Sam and Dean were sitting in the corner booth. There were two empty shot glasses on the table. Dean was holding the third glass of whiskey and took a big gulp of it. The amber liquid rolled down his Adam's apple. There was lingering exhaustion and irritability in his eyes, like a pissed off head. The trapped beast. Bai Haorui was sitting outside the booth, with his back against the wall, and he was carelessly playing with five Five Emperor Coins strung together in his hand. The copper coins collided and made a crisp and clear sound. There was only an untouched soda water in front of him, and Spiritual Sense had already quietly enveloped the entire booth, blocking out the noisy noise from the outside world.
"This doesn't make sense at all, Dean." Sam spoke first, frowning tightly, "I mean, if you really don't remember what happened in Hell, why did the trash angel in Uriel tell me that you remember it?"
"Maybe it's because he is a complete bastard." Dean put down the wine glass, and the bottom of the glass hit the table with a muffled sound, "That's probably the reason."