The moment Lucifer turned into a cloud of black smoke with a happy smile and dissipated, the whole St. Mary's Convent seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand and began to shake violently. Dust was falling from the cracked stone walls, spiderweb-like gaps were opened on the ground, and black sulfur smoke spewed out from the gaps, bringing with it the rot and burning deep in Hell.
Dean staggered, and reached out to hold on to Bai Haorui who almost fell over. His palm touched a sticky warmth, and he looked down and saw that the back of Bai Haorui's black jacket was soaked with blood. The wound on his right leg collapsed. Dark red blood flowed down his trousers, leaving bloody footprints on the dusty ground.
Bai Haorui almost put his whole body weight on the mahogany sword. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman inscription engraved on the sword was so dim that it was almost invisible. He was panting, and every breath involved the wound on his chest. The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows now only had a faint golden light, like a candle in the wind.
Bai Haorui: Fake, it's still too late. I've used up 90% of True Gang, and I haven't even touched the corner of Lucifer's clothes.
He raised his eyes and looked at Sam standing in front of the altar.
Sam stood stiffly on the spot like a sculpture whose soul had been taken away. His hand was still filled with Ruby's blood, and tears silently fell from both sides of his cheeks, hitting the blood-stained ground, leaving small wet marks.
"What did I do... I killed Lilith with my own hands... I opened the door to Hell with my own hands...Dean must hate me to death...Haorui rushed over with all his strength, but I still screwed up..."
Dean's gaze was like a knife, nailed to Sam's back. He pursed his lips into a straight line and gritted his teeth hard without saying a word.
"I warned you a long time ago. I beg you not to believe that bitch Ruby. I told you it was a trap. You still chose her."
At this moment, the entire hall was suddenly swallowed up by dazzling white light!
The white light was so pure that there was no trace of impurities, and it carried a high-frequency scream that could tear eardrums, instantly drowning out all sounds. Bai Haorui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step forward almost instinctively, guarding Dean and Sam behind him. He forcibly activated the last trace of True Gang in his body, and held up a thin purple-gold shield in front of the three of them.
"It's space teleportation! Hold on to me!"
"This power... is not the holy light of angels, nor the demonic energy of demons... it looks so familiar... is it a dead screenwriter?"
The white light surged in like a tide, instantly drowning the three figures.
After a feeling of weightlessness, the three of them suddenly fell down on the soft seats.
Surrounded by the monotonous roar of the aircraft engine, the old lady in the front row was napping, and the young man next to him was listening to music with headphones. The old cartoon "Devil's Feud Cake" was playing on the small screen, and the red-skinned cartoon devil was flipping through a huge black roster. Everything was so calm and weird, as if the devastating Apocalypse just happened was just a nightmare.
Because Bai Haorui forcibly activated True Gang, his vision went dark the first moment after the transmission ended, and he fainted. His head was tilted on Dean's shoulder, with a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel it.
Dean subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him, moving very gently, for fear of hurting him. His brows knitted into a knot, and his fingertips gently probed Bai Haorui's carotid artery, feeling the weak but steady beating, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"This fool. He is almost dead and still wants to protect us. If you have a problem, who will I fight for?"
Sam looked around blankly, twisting his fingers together nervously. He reached out and touched Bai Haorui's cold cheek, and the biting chill made him shiver.
"Dean...Haorui He..."
"Don't touch him."
Dean turned his head sharply, his eyes so cold that he could freeze to death. Sam's hand froze in mid-air, and he retracted it as if he had been burned. He lowered his head and stopped talking.
At this time, the announcement in the cockpit rang, and the pilot's voice was lazily. "Dear passengers, this is the cockpit. We are now flying over Ilchester, followed by Ellicott City, and are about to start landing at Baltimore--"
Dean's pupils suddenly shrank, and he grabbed the back of the seat in front of him. "Ilchester? Weren't we just there!"
Before he finished speaking, a devastating white light suddenly lit up outside the window!
A huge white beam of light shot straight into the sky from the ground, exactly where St. Mary's Convent was, illuminating the dark night sky like day. A strong shock wave hit the fuselage of the plane, and the entire plane shook violently like leaves in the wind. The passengers screamed in horror, and the oxygen masks above their heads fell one after another.
Dean hurriedly put on the oxygen mask first for Bai Haorui, then for himself and Sam. He looked through the porthole at the beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and his face was filled with bone-deep fear.
"It's really... the end of the world."
After the plane landed at Baltimore International Airport, the three of them avoided the police and reporters at the airport and rented a black Ford car from a nearby car rental agency. Dean gently placed Bai Haorui in the back seat, propped his head with a coat, and started the car.
The radio was full of confusing news reports, each one more horrifying than the last:
"--Breaking news, an unexplained explosion occurred in the Maryland Ilchester area, a huge light beam appeared at the scene, and the casualties are currently unknown--"
"--Hurricane Kinley accidentally landed on Galveston, with wind speed reaching 180 kilometers per hour, causing dozens of deaths--"
"--The XX government announced that it had successfully conducted its third nuclear test, and the situation on the peninsula has escalated sharply--"
"-- A 6.8-magnitude earthquake occurred in the central and western parts of United States, and many houses collapsed--"
"--World Health Organization issued an emergency warning, the new swine flu virus has spread in many countries--"
Dean pressed the channel change button impatiently, his fingers turning white from the exertion. Finally, he turned off the radio with a "pop", and the car fell into silence, with only the sound of tires scraping against the road.
Sam was sitting on the passenger seat, his fingers constantly picking at the holes in his jeans. He secretly glanced at Dean's tense profile, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke carefully, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against wood:
"Dean, I--"
"Shut up."
Dean interrupted him, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead, and the steering wheel creaked as he gripped it.
"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear your apology, I don't want to hear your explanation. I don't want to hear anything."
After another ten minutes of silence, a slight cough came from the back seat. Bai Haorui slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still a little confused. He rubbed his swollen temples and struggled to sit up. Because standing up affected the wound on his chest, he gasped in pain.
"Are you awake?" Dean glanced at him from the rearview mirror and softened his tone a little, "How do you feel?"
Bai Haorui twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a hearty smile, "You can't die. Don't worry, you will be a good man again in two days!"
He looked at Sam who was sitting in the passenger seat with his head lowered. There was no blame in his eyes. "Sam, don't blame yourself. This is not your fault alone."
Sam lowered his head, his shoulders shook violently, and tears fell heavily on his knees. "It's my fault. It was me who didn't listen to your advice. It was me who drank the devil's blood. It was me who killed Lilith. It was me who let Lucifer go. All of this is my fault."
Dean slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped on the side of the road with a squeak. The tires left two long black brake marks on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Sam, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled with anger:
"What's the use of what you're saying now? Can you turn back time? Can you make Lucifer crawl back into the cage? Can you make those who died because of you come back to life?"
"Dean!" Bai Haorui reached out and grabbed his arm, "Don't be like this. Now is not the time to quarrel."
Dean shook off his hand, took a deep breath, and started the car again. He looked at the endless darkness ahead and said in a cold voice:
"Forget it. There's no point talking about it now. We have to find Cas. Only he knows what to do next."
Chuck's house could see the dim light coming from the windows in the distance. Dean parked the car on the side of the road, the three of them got out of the car and cautiously approached the house.
The door was ajar, and the sound of something falling came from inside. Dean and Sam took out their guns at the same time, pushed open the door and walked in. Bai Haorui followed behind, Lotus Seal's eyebrows lit up slightly, and Divine Sense was like a big invisible net that instantly covered the whole house.
"Oh, don't tell me that our great screenwriter is really a dedicated actor. He acted the script he wrote with great gusto. Even the traces of the fight in the house were arranged so realistically."
The house was in a mess, the sofa was overturned to the ground, the coffee table was broken into several pieces, there were obvious blood marks on the wall, broken glass and crumpled manuscripts were scattered on the ground. Chuck's hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and there were several scratches on his face. He was shivering and hiding behind the kitchen cabinet, holding a toilet spatula tightly in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps, Chuck jumped out quickly and hit the nearest Sam on the head with a toilet spatula.
"Ah!" Sam grinned in pain, covered his forehead and took several steps back, "Chuck! It's me! Sam!"
Chuck squinted for a long time before he saw clearly that it was them. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the toilet pusher in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes fell on Bai Haorui, and there was a trace of imperceptible amusement in his eyes, but his words were filled with real concern:
"You... why are you injured so badly? I didn't see you injured in the book."
Bai Haorui raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "Haha, you know it yourself."
Chuck laughed twice, scratched his head, and suddenly pulled out a hard object from his messy hair. When he raised it to his eyes, his face instantly turned pale, and he shouted in a broken voice:
"Oh my god! Why is there a molar in my hair! What a terrible day it has been!!"
Dean punched the wall next to him and said angrily, "Cas, you idiot. You threw us on the plane and ran away. Now you can't even find us."
"He is not an idiot." Bai Haorui shook his head, leaned against the door frame, and gently pressed the wound on his chest, "He just made his own choice." He turned his head and looked at Sam, frowning slightly, "Sam, do you feel any difference in your body? I feel that the demon blood in your body has been removed."
Sam raised his head suddenly, with shock written all over his face, "You said... the demon blood in my body has been cleaned out?"
He clenched his fists subconsciously, feeling the power within his body. Sure enough, the familiar, burning demonic power disappeared without a trace, and his body felt relaxed as never before.
Bai Haorui nodded. "Well. There is not a bit left. It doesn't look like it was made by an angel. Angels wouldn't be so kind.
Chuck's face suddenly changed, his body stood stiffly on the spot, his eyes became empty. He shuddered and said with a trembling voice:
"Oh~ shit. They're coming."
Before he finished speaking, three white lights flashed at the door. Zachariah appeared at the door with two expressionless angels, with a false smile on his face. His eyes swept across the three people, and finally fell on Bai Haorui, his eyes became sinister:
"I knew I would find you here. And you, Bai Haorui. Currently Heaven's most wanted criminal."
Bai Haorui took a step forward and stood in front of Dean and Sam. He slowly pulled out the mahogany sword from behind, and the purple-gold True Gang poured into the sword body along his arm, and the runes glowed faintly:
"Zachariah. Come and be safe."
"You are the rat who ruined God's plan." Zachariah sneered, "If it weren't for your repeated troubles, Lucifer would still be locked up in Hell."
"Bullshit God's plan." Bai Haorui sneered, "Sacrificing billions of innocent humans to fight what you call a just war is also called a plan? And are you sure that your superior God really cares about the little thoughts of you little angels?"
Dean quietly turned his hand away, took out a folding knife from his pocket, and quickly cut his palm. Blood dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground.
Zachariah noticed his movements and frowned. "You are bleeding."
A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Dean's mouth, he turned around suddenly and slapped his bleeding palm hard on the back of the sliding door - that was what Dean had drawn Angel Banishing Sigil in advance as soon as he entered.
Dazzling white light burst out instantly, and the entire room was illuminated. Zachariah and the two angels screamed in terror and disappeared in the white light instantly.
Dean gasped and shook off the blood on his hands. "You really thought I was defenseless against you, rubbish!"
Bai Haorui put the sword back into its sheath and said with a smile, "It's really embarrassing for you."
The three people left Chuck's house without asking for more information and drove to nearby Regency Motel.
Dean opened a double room and threw his luggage on the floor. He sat at the table, took out the shotgun, and began to carefully wipe the barrel and load the bullets.
Sam took out two small cloth bags sewn with black cloth from his shirt and threw one to Dean: "Take the amulet. It's made of salt and silver powder, and there are some runes I drew. With this, ordinary angels and demons can't find us."
Dean took the cloth bag and looked at it doubtfully. "Where did you get it? Why didn't I know you could make this?"
Sam lowered his head and said in a voice as low as a mosquito, "I... I learned it from Ruby."
Dean's hand paused and his eyes became cold again. He threw the cloth bag on the table and said nothing.
At this time, Bai Haorui walked out of the bathroom. He had just treated the wounds on his body briefly and changed into a clean black T-shirt. He held two yellow talisman papers in his hand, walked to the table, and stuck them on two cloth bags respectively. Purple-gold light flashed past, and the talisman papers merged into the cloth bags.
"I used True Gang to strengthen it, and the effect was better." He picked up a cloth bag and handed it to Dean, and then picked up another and handed it to Sam. He looked at Sam with gentle eyes, "Don't worry, Ruby teaches methods. If you are upright, you will not be crooked. There is no right or wrong in the tool itself, the key depends on the person who uses it."
Sam raised his head, with tears in his eyes and a choked voice. "Haorui..."
"Stop talking." Bai Haorui patted his shoulder, "I know what you want to say. If you are wrong, just change it. Just change it. If the sky falls, the three of us will carry it together."
Dean put down the shotgun, took a deep breath, and rubbed his face. "Okay. Just treat this as an ordinary demon hunting operation. The first step is to find the devil."
Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the door was pushed open.
A young girl rushed in. She was about twenty years old, with a high ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt with brother Winchester printed on it, and carrying a canvas bag with the words "Supernatural" printed on it. She had a smile that was red with excitement, and her eyes were staring straight at Sam.
[Becky·Rosen, Chuck·Sheridan's number one book fan, is also a well-known author in the "Supernatural" fan circle. She started from Chuck learned about the true existence of brother Winchester. He has been crazy about Sam and wrote a lot of fan fiction about Sam.]
"Sam! It's really you! I'm not dreaming!"
She screamed and rushed over, reaching out to touch Sam's chest. Sam was so frightened that she quickly took a step back and almost hit the table behind her.
Becky's eyes fell on Bai Haorui, and his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered a new world. "Wow! You are Bai Haorui! Chuck told me about you! You are so handsome! Are you and Sam a couple? I have written a fanfic of yours! It's called "The Daoist Priest and the Hunter's Secret" and it has a super high number of hits!"
Bai Haorui:"..."
Dean:"..."
Sam:"..."
After the excitement, Becky cleared her throat and finally remembered the business. She took out a crumpled paper from her canvas bag and handed it to them. "Chuck asked me to bring you a message. He just had another vision, saying, 'Michael's Sword is in the world. The angels lost it. In a castle, on a mountain made of forty-two dogs.'"
Dean frowned, looking confused. "Forty-two dogs? What the hell?"
Bai Haorui took the note, looked at the crooked words on it, and fell into deep thought.
"God is doing something again. Forty-two dogs..."
At this moment, the door was pushed open again. Bobby walked in carrying a heavy wooden box filled with ancient books and scrolls. His face was ashen, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I heard it all, Romeos." Bobby placed the box heavily on the table and made a "dong" sound, "So...Michael's Sword?"
His eyes swept over Sam, his eyes as cold as knives. "You are right, you really haven't listened to others. You are reckless, selfish, and arrogant. If you hadn't insisted on believing that devil bitch..."
Sam lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Bobby."
Bobby snorted and said nothing more.
He walked up to Bai Haorui, looked him up and down, and frowned even more. "Is your injury serious??"
Bai Haorui smiled, "It's okay, just a minor injury."
"It's a small injury!" Bobby took out a bottle of the golden sore medicine Bai Haorui had given him before from the box and threw it to him, "Hurry up and apply it. This is what you gave me last time. It's more effective than the medicine in the hospital. Don't Lucifer not kill him by then, you will tire yourself to death first."
Bai Haorui took the medicine and felt warm in his heart. "Thank you, Bobby."
The four of them acted separately and began to study the clues of "Michael's Sword".
Bobby is sitting at the table, flipping through a thick book about angelic manifestations. The pages are yellowed and filled with dense Latin annotations. Dean is flipping through The notebook left by John·Winchester recorded his years of experience in hunting monsters and information on various supernatural creatures. Bai Haorui leaned on the bed and meditated with his eyes closed to recover from his injuries.
Sam stood by the table, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the pages in a daze, not reading a single word. His mind was filled with the images of Lucifer's arrival, and the cold eyes of Dean.
Bobby noticed his abnormality, sighed, and closed the book. "Child, don't think too much. Now is not the time to blame yourself. Self-blame can't solve any problems."
Sam turned around, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. "Bobby, this is all my fault. It's me..."
"I know." Bobby nodded and softened his tone a little, "But it's useless to talk about it now. We have to find a way to solve the problem. If you really feel guilty, use your skills and don't be dejected here." He paused and took some money from his wallet. He took out a few dollars and handed them to Sam, "Go ahead and buy some food for the three of us. I want a hamburger with double cheese. Dean knows what you want. Haorui just buy something light."
Sam took the money, nodded, turned and walked out of the room.
After Sam left, the room became quiet.
Dean was flipping through his notebook, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a plastic bag filled with various cards from his backpack. He rummaged inside for a long time, pulled out a yellowed business card, and said excitedly:
"Found it! I can't believe it!"
Bobby leaned over and looked at it, and said, "Castle Storage. Rover Hill 42."
"Yes!" Dean said excitedly, "Rover is the most commonly used dog name in English! No. Rover Hill 42 is the mountain of forty-two dogs!"