Chuck shook his head. "No, this time she is the 'beautiful dental hygienist from Indiana Bloomington'."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Great. Perfect. So what happened after... 'The Fiery Demon' or something?"
Chuck put down the manuscript and spread his hands. "I don't know, I haven't dreamed about it yet. I'll just write it here."
Sam looked at Dean and said disapprovingly, "Dean, listen, there is nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? Going to bed? This is simply impossible."
Dean did not look at Sam, but stared at Chuck. "How does your Spirit Communication ability work?"
"You mean my creative process?" Chuck asked.
"Yes, your 'creative process'." Dean said.
"It usually starts with a headache," Chuck said. "A really bad headache. Aspirin doesn't help, so... I drink until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream."
"When did you dream about us for the first time?" Dean asked.
"It just flowed out." Chuck said, "It kept flowing and couldn't stop. It's still like this now. I really can't stop. It's like something is forcing me to write."
Bai Haorui has been sitting there in silence, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the sofa. He was mentally planning a plan to deal with Lilith.
Lilith...
Bai Haorui's eyes turned cold.
I will definitely kill you this time.
Even if this is a script that has already been written, I still have to change it.
"You won't really believe it--" Sam said.
"Don't interrupt me." Dean interrupted him. He stood up and stretched out his hand. "Give me the manuscript."
Chuck immediately handed the manuscript to him. "I knew you would want this."
Impala is speeding on the road.
The sun was shining brightly, and there were endless golden fields on both sides of the road. The wind blew through the wheat fields, setting off layers of golden waves, and the scenery was breathtaking. But the three people in the car were in no mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
Dean was driving the car, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other supporting his chin, with a serious expression.
Sam sat in the passenger seat, lowering his head and reading the latest chapter of Chuck, frowning from time to time, with a disdainful expression on his face.
Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat, wiping his mahogany sword. He used a piece of clean chicken skin to carefully wipe every inch of the sword. The Daoist runes engraved on the sword glowed with a faint golden light in the sun, exuding a pure Yang aura.
Sam put down the manuscript and looked at Dean. "Dean, please." He picked up the manuscript again and read, "'The minivan accident was not too serious, but Dean still had stars in his eyes. He scratched the pink flower Band-Aid on his face absently.'" He looked at Dean, "Do you think this is possible? I've seen you bleeding profusely. You would rather use tape and rags than put on a pink flower Band-Aid."
Dean glanced at him. "So?"
"So, what I'm saying is - all of this - it's completely unbelievable, it's crazy." Sam said.
Dean said in a serious tone, "Everything he has said so far is right. Do you think he is suddenly wrong now?"
Sam scoffed and continued reading the manuscript, "Ha. 'Dean slid into the driver's seat of his beloved Impala and drove away, the plastic sheeting on the back window flapping like crow's wings.'" He raised his head, "Plastic sheeting? Yes. On the rear window. You just drove the car like that. Do you think that's reasonable?"
Dean frowned. "Well, he may be wrong in the details, but that doesn't mean the result is wrong as well. Lilith will indeed come tonight. I have no doubt about this."
"Then we can only run away?" Sam asked, "Hide like cowards?"
Dean sighed. "Brother, since you know Lilith is coming, why should you avoid her head-on and set a trap? This is the smart thing to do."
At this moment, a roadblock appeared in front of them. Several people in police uniforms stood in the middle of the road, holding glowing batons in their hands, signaling them to stop.
Dean stepped on the brakes, and Impala slowly stopped.
A deputy chief leaned forward to talk to Dean. He looked to be in his forties and had a burly build.
"What happened, officer?" Dean asked.
"The bridge in front is broken," the deputy police chief said. "It was washed away by the flood last night. It is being repaired now."
"We just want to leave this town." Dean said, "Is there a detour?"
The deputy shook his head. "No. All roads to the highway go over that bridge."
"Is there no path leading to the highway?" Dean asked unwillingly.
"To get to the highway, you have to cross the river," the deputy said. "To cross the river, you have to take the bridge. There's no other way."
"How deep is the river?" Dean asked.
The deputy shrugged. "It's very deep. And the current is very fast. You will definitely be washed away if you drive over it. Sorry. I'm afraid you will have to spend the night on the town tonight."
Dean and Sam looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.
Bai Haorui raised his head and looked in the direction of the roadblock, with a cold smile on his lips.
Haha, what a coincidence.
The power of the script is indeed everywhere.
Night falls.
"Roadside Shack" There were not many people in the restaurant, and the lighting was soft. The air was filled with the aroma of food.
Dean was sitting by the window, lowering his head and reading the manuscript. Sam was sitting opposite him, flipping through the menu. Bai Haorui was sitting next to him, holding a glass of ice water in his hand, not in the mood to eat.
"Hey, this might be a good thing." Dean suddenly put down the manuscript, his eyes shining with wisdom, and said, "I mean, if this is the road we go to Lilith, then what we have to do is get off this road."
Sam raised his head. "What do you mean?"
"This is a blueprint of what not to do." Dean said excitedly, "I mean, if the book says we go left--"
"Then let's go right." Sam suddenly realized.
"That's right!" Dean snapped his fingers, "We are going off script. Never go to the end. Today is the opposite day. The book says we will quarrel. So, don't quarrel. You don't do research..."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "You don't eat bacon cheeseburgers."
The smile on Dean's face disappeared instantly and he looked a little unhappy. "Yeah, no problem. I can just order something else. What's so difficult about it."
At this moment, a waitress in uniform came over. She looked to be in her twenties, had a sweet smile, and held an order book in her hand.
"Hi, good evening." She said with a smile, "What would you like to order?"
Dean forced a smile. "Hey, uh... what's delicious?"
"Well, if you like burgers," the waitress said with a smile, "Oprah's friends say we have the best bacon cheeseburger in the country. Many people drive here to eat it."
Sam couldn't help laughing.
Dean glared at him fiercely.
"Really?" Dean said through gritted teeth.
"I'd like a Cobb salad, thank you." Sam said, suppressing a smile.
Dean took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge determination. "I want... vegetable tofu burger. Thank you."
The waitress nodded. "Okay. One Cobb salad and one vegetable tofu burger. Please wait."
The waitress turned and left.
Sam shook his head. "This whole thing is so ridiculous."
"Is Lilith ridiculous?" Dean asked.
"The idea of me sleeping with her is ridiculous," Sam said.
Dean nodded. "Yes. Because that kind of thing can never happen."
Sam began to frown, and then tried to control his emotions. "Dean, this is the first time we know in advance that Lilith is nearby. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we know when she will come and where she is - we can kill her."
"I'm very frustrated that you said such reckless things." Dean tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and said calmly, "We have no idea how strong she is now. Acting rashly will only cost us all our lives."
"You would rather hide than fight, which also makes me frustrated." Sam said, "We can't keep running away. One day, we must face her."
Just then, the waitress came over with two plates.
"Your Cobb salad." She placed the plate in front of Sam, then placed another plate in front of Dean, "And your tofu and vegetable burger. Please use it slowly."
"Thank you." Dean said.
The waitress turned and left.
Dean leaned closer to Sam, lowered his voice and said, "This is not hiding. This is being smart. This is choosing your battle. This is a battle we are not ready to fight."
He said, taking a big bite of the burger.
Then, his eyes suddenly opened wide in surprise.
"Oh, my God," he said vaguely, "It's so delicious. The tofu is so good! How can it be so delicious?"
The waitress heard what he said and came over quickly with an apology on her face.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake. That was the tofu and vegetable burger." She pointed at the plate in Dean's hand, then reached out and took it away.
Dean looked at his empty hands, then at Sam and Bai Haorui, with a desperate expression on his face.
Sam frowned, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
The next morning, Impala slowly drove into the parking lot of Matador Motel.
The parking lot was filled with potholes, garbage and stagnant water everywhere. Half of the motel's signboard had fallen off, and the neon lights were flashing with a faint red light, looking dilapidated. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with cheap perfume.
Sam looked at the motel in front of him and frowned. "Brother, this place charges by the hour."
"Yeah, the book said Lilith will find you at the red motel." Dean parked the car, turned off the engine, and said, "So, I came to this prostitute hotel. It's the same day, remember?" He opened the door and walked out.
The room was worse than they imagined. There were a lot of suspicious stains on the carpet, the walls were yellow, and it smelled of musty and smoke. The sheets didn't look too clean, and there were a few twisted hairs on them.
Dean threw a bag on the bed, opened the bag, and started to take out things. He took out several small bags tied with ropes, containing herbs and salt for exorcism, and placed them in various corners of the room. Then, he took out several bottles of holy water and placed them on the bedside table and window sill.
"What are you doing?" Sam leaned against the door frame, looked at him, and asked.
"A few exorcism bags should prevent Lilith from entering this room." Dean said without raising his head, "As long as she cannot enter, we will be safe."
"So, I can only hide here all night?" Sam said dissatisfied, "Like a prisoner?"
"That's exactly what you're going to do, okay?" Dean turned around and looked at him, "And you're not allowed to do research. I don't care what you do - use the massage table or watch porn on premium channels. It's up to you. Just don't leave this room."
He said, reached out and took out Sam's laptop from Sam's bag, and smiled proudly.
"Dean..." Sam frowned.
"Haorui, you come with me." Dean said, "Let's go to Chuck's place and see if he has written anything new. Sam, you stay here and lock the door. Don't open the door to anyone except us. Do you understand?"
Bai Haorui nodded. "Okay. Sam, be careful. If you need anything, call us."
"I know." Sam said impatiently.
Dean picked up his bag and walked to the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Sam.
"Do you want to come with me?" he asked.
Sam shook his head. "No. I'm going to the Red Motel. I'm going to kill Lilith."
Dean's smile disappeared.
He turned back to the door and paused for a moment. Then he threw his bag heavily on the chair next to the door and slammed the door.
Bai Haorui glanced at Sam, sighed, and followed Dean out.
The night is getting darker.
There are only a few dim street lights in the parking lot of the red motel. The lights are dim and can barely illuminate the surrounding environment. The parking lot is empty, with only a few dilapidated cars parked in the corner.
Dean leaned against the vending machine and put a few coins into it. With a "clang" sound, a can of Coke fell down. He picked up the Coke, pulled the tab, and took a big sip. The cold liquid flowed down his throat, but it could not quench the anger and anxiety in his heart.
He flattened the Coke can angrily and threw it on the ground.
Bai Haorui stood beside him, his back leaning against Impala, his hands in his pockets.
"Okay, although I feel stupid to do this." Dean looked up at the dark sky and said urgently, "But... I have no choice. So please. I need help. I am praying, do you hear me? Castiel, show up. Please."
A soft white light flashed.
Castiel appeared in front of him. Wearing his windbreaker, his expression was serious.
"Prayer is a sign of faith, Dean." Castiel said, "This is a good thing."
Dean immediately stepped forward. "Then will you help me? Please, Cas. Sam is in danger now. Lilith is looking for him."
Castiel shook his head. "I don't know what I can do."
"You can drag Sam away from here now." Dean grabbed his arm and said eagerly, "Take him to a safe place before Lilith appears."
Castiel said calmly but firmly, "This is a prophecy. I cannot interfere."
Dean let go of his hand, took a step back, and said angrily, "You tested me and played me around. I climbed back from Hell and worked hard for you. I have never asked for anything. Never. But now I am asking you. I need your help. Please."
"What you're asking for... is beyond my capabilities." Castiel said.
"Why?" Dean shouted hysterically, "Because this is a 'sacred prophecy'? Just because this is the script you Heaven wrote? We can only sit and wait for it to happen? Watch Sam die?"
"Yes." Castiel said. A trace of imperceptible guilt flashed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm really sorry."
"Fuck you." Dean pointed at him and said angrily, "You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when you need me... don't knock on my door."
Dean passed Castiel and strode away.
"Dean." The voice of Castiel made him stop.
Dean turned around suddenly and roared, "What?!"
"You must understand why I cannot interfere." Castiel said, "Prophets are very special. They are protected by Heaven at the highest level."
"I know." Dean said.
"If anything threatens the Prophet, anything," Castiel said, "An Archangel will appear and destroy that threat. Archangels are ferocious. Absolutely. They are Heaven's most terrifying weapons. No demon can withstand their power."
Dean's eyes suddenly lit up.
"These archangels, are they bound to the prophets?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes." Castiel nodded, "From the moment the prophet is born, the archangel will guard him and will not leave until he dies."
"So if a prophet and a demon were in the same room--" Dean said.
"Then Heaven's most terrifying anger will come to that demon." Castiel said, "Just to let you understand... why I can't help you."
A bright smile appeared on Dean's face. "Thank you, Cas. You are really my savior."
Castiel nodded slightly. "I wish you good luck, Dean."
With a flash of white light, Castiel disappeared.
Dean turned around excitedly and looked at Bai Haorui. "Haorui! We have a solution! Let's take Chuck to Sam! As soon as Chuck appears, the archangel will burn Lilith to ashes!"
Bai Haorui nodded. "This is a good idea. But... the power of the archangels is too strong, and their attacks are indiscriminate. They may accidentally injure Sam."
"Then let's pull him out before the Archangel takes action." Dean said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Let's move quickly."
Chuck was lying on the sofa, drinking beer and watching TV. An old movie was playing on the TV, but he was obviously absent-minded, staring at the screen with empty eyes.
With a "bang" sound, the door was pushed open violently.
Dean rushed in.
Chuck was startled and the beer in his hand spilled all over him.
"What are you doing here?" Chuck looked at Dean in surprise, "I didn't write this. It's not in the script."
Dean walked forward quickly, grabbed his collar roughly, and pulled him up from the sofa. "Let's go. I need you to follow me."
"What? Where to go?" Chuck struggled and asked in horror.
"The motel where Sam is located." Dean said in an unquestionable tone.
Chuck's face instantly turned pale. "That's where Lilith is. Are you crazy? Lilith? I know how powerful she is, Dean. I wrote her. She will kill us all."
"Okay, listen to me." Dean shook him, "There is an archangel bound to you, okay? You just show up, boom! Lilith will be burned to ashes. You don't have to do anything, just stand there."
Chuck's eyes dodge. "But I... I haven't seen that yet. It's not written in the story."
"Chuck, this is my only chance." Dean looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "Sam is my only brother. I can't lose him, help me this time."
Chuck broke free from Dean's hand and took a few steps back. "No way. I won't die. I don't want to be killed by mistake."
Dean took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at him.
"Okay, let's do this -" Dean said, "I have a gun in my pocket. If you don't follow me, I will blow your head off."
Chuck's eyes widened. "Didn't you say that I am protected by an archangel?"
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Well, this is an interesting experiment. Let's see who can draw a gun faster."
Bai Haorui walked in and saw this scene.
Turning to Chuck, "Try shooting and see if the Archangel will come out or what it feels like when the bullet hits him!!"
Chuck was so frightened that his face turned green. "Don't! Don't shoot! I'll go with you! Isn't it okay if I go with you!" He said with a cry, "But... if I die, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost."
Dean put away the gun and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you won't die. Let's go."
Room Matador Motel 307.
The room was quiet except for the flashing light of the neon lights outside the window, which cast bright and dark light and shadow on the walls.
Sam was sitting by the bed, holding a silver dagger in his hand and staring at the door warily. His other hand was hidden behind his back, holding a pistol filled with holy water. His heart was beating fast, nervous and excited. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Killing Lilith would stop Apocalypse and save the world.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Sam stood up and walked slowly towards the door. He hid the dagger behind his back, carefully turned the handle, and then opened the door suddenly.
There was no one at the door.
The corridor was empty except for a light bulb that flickered on and off, making a hissing sound.
He stuck his head out in confusion and looked at both ends of the corridor. There was no one in the corridor.
"Who?" he shouted.
No one answered.
He closed the door and turned around.
Lilith leaned against the wall and looked at him with a smile.
She is wearing a white dress, blond hair shawl, fair skin, looks pure and beautiful. Just like Chuck wrote, she is a beautiful dental hygienist from Indiana Bloomington.
But her eyes are completely white.
There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, just a dead white color. In the dim room, it looked particularly strange and terrifying.
"Hello, Sam." Lilith said with a smile and a sweet and pleasant voice.
Sam clenched the dagger in his hand. "I've been waiting for you."
Lilith slowly stood up from the wall and walked towards Sam step by step. Her steps were light and silent, like a cat hunting for prey.
"Where is the knife, Sam?" Lilith raised a seductive smile on his lips, "Stop hiding it. I know you have a knife."
Sam said calmly, "On the bedside table. Beside the bed."