"So, if God dies, you will become the boss and you can do whatever you want?" Dean said. "You can sacrifice billions of innocent humans to satisfy your selfish desires?"
"Yes." Raphael said with a cold tone. "Now we can get whatever we want. No one can stop us."
"If God died, why did I come back?" Castiel asked, his voice trembling. "Who brought me back?"
Raphael sneered and looked into Castiel's eyes, his eyes full of mockery. "Have you ever thought that maybe Lucifer resurrected you? He needs all the rebel angels he can find. You I know it makes sense. He wants to use you to fight against Heaven, against Michael. Who do you think you are? Do you think God will go out of his way to resurrect this little angel like you? Stop dreaming."
Castiel's face became even paler, his body swayed, and he almost fell. He held on to the wall next to him and managed to stand still.
"No." Castiel shook his head, his voice hoarse. "This is impossible. Lucifer can't resurrect me. Absolutely impossible."
At this moment, the ward door was kicked open with a loud "clang".
Bai Haorui stood at the door, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, with purple-gold True Gang flowing on the sword, like a layer of flowing armor. Lotus Seal between his eyebrows emitted a faint golden light, illuminating half of his face. His chest rose and fell slightly, staring at Raphael trapped in the circle of Holy Oil.
"Raphael." Bai Haorui's voice was cold and had a strong aura.
When Raphael saw Bai Haorui, his eyes instantly became sinister, full of murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's you. It's all because of you that the plan was disrupted! We should have killed you a long time ago! We should have killed you when you first came to this world!"
Bai Haorui sneered, walked into the room step by step, and pointed his mahogany sword at Raphael. "Plan? Sacrifice billions of innocent humans and start a boring war between angels and demons? Did you come up with this rubbish plan with your butts? You so-called angels are just a group of selfish bastards. You don't care about the life and death of humans at all. Then why should I care about you."
"I'm going to kill you!" Raphael roared angrily, and a dazzling white light erupted from his body, trying to break out of the Holy Oil circle.
But as soon as he got close to the flame, he screamed and stepped back. The flame of Holy Oil suddenly surged and turned purple-gold, emitting an even hotter temperature. There was a trace of golden sparks mixed in the flame, which was the ember of Samadhi True Fire.
"Don't waste your efforts." Bai Haorui looked at him coldly. "Just now I added my True Fire to Holy Oil. Just stay here obediently. Reflect on what you have done."
"Haorui, why are you here?" Dean asked, with a hint of confusion in his tone.
"Bobby told me." Bai Haorui walked up to Dean, patted his shoulder, and showed a smile. "But it seems that I am redundant. You two are doing well."
Castiel looked at Bai Haorui with complicated eyes, with a hint of gratitude and a hint of confusion. "Thank you, Haorui. Thank you for your concern."
"Thank you." Bai Haorui said. "We are friends. Friends should help each other."
Raphael looked at Bai Haorui with a crazy smile on his face. "Do you think you won? Apocalypse will definitely happen! Michael and Lucifer will definitely go to war! All of you will die! You will all die! This world is destined to be destroyed! No one can change it!"
Bai Haorui looked at him with calm eyes, and his tone was firm and unquestionable. "I don't know whether God will die or not. But I know that fate is never destined. As long as we are alive, we will not let your conspiracy succeed. We will use our own hands to create our own future."
"Let's go." Bai Haorui said. "Let him stay here well. Let's talk about it when we are free and can still think of him."
Dean, Castiel and Bai Haorui turned around and walked out of the ward. Bai Haorui drew a small magic array on the door of the room so that people could not see the door.
Oklahoma Garber, Sam's motel room
The room was in a mess, with empty beer cans scattered on the floor. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the dark night sky.
Sam picked up the beer on the table, opened the bottle cap, and drank half the bottle in one breath. The bitter taste of the beer spread in his mouth, but it could not suppress the pain and despair in his heart.
While he was drinking, the temperature in the room began to drop sharply, and it was suddenly as cold as an ice cellar. Sam shuddered, and his breath turned into white mist. He turned his head and saw Jessica appearing next to his bed again. She was still wearing the white nightdress, with her long hair shawl.
"You're here again." Sam looked at her tiredly, his eyes full of helplessness. "What do you want?"
Jessica walked up to Sam and looked at him. "Do you think you can live with your head buried in the sand forever? Do you think you can escape everything?"
"I love you, Jessica." Sam said, her voice hoarse. "God knows how much I miss you. But you are wrong. People can change. There is hope."
Jessica shook his head, with a strange smile on his face, and his eyes became cold. "No, Sam. There is no hope. You will never have hope."
Sam frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because you released me." Jessica's voice became deeper.
Sam was stunned and then turned to look at her in horror, "Who are you? You are not Jessica. Who are you?"
Jessica smiled.
"You know who I am." She said "Lucifer."
"No... this is impossible." Sam shook his head. "How could you find me? Cas carved Enochian Sigil on my ribs. You shouldn't be able to find me."
"You are really hard to find, Sam." Lucifer said, with a hint of appreciation in his tone. "Harder than most humans. It took me a long time to weakly contact you. I don't think you will tell me where you are?"
"What do you want from me?" Sam asked. "I won't give you anything. Stay away from me."
"Oh, don't say that, it's all thanks to you that I can walk on the earth." Lucifer said with a grateful smile on his face. "I want to give you a gift. I want to give you everything. Anything you want. Wealth, power, women, as long as you nod, I can give it to you. I can make you the king of this world."
"I don't want anything from you." Sam shook his head with firm eyes. "Just stay away from me. I don't want to see you again."
Lucifer sighed, with a sad expression on his face, and his eyes were full of sympathy. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm really sorry. But Nick is just a temporary replacement here. It's Plan B. He can barely contain me and may spontaneously combust at any time. His body is slowly decaying. I need a real container."
Sam looked at him in confusion and frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Why do you think you are in that chapel?" Lucifer said, his tone as gentle as coaxing a child. "Why do you think you were chosen by Yellow Eyes? Why do you think you have the power of demons? Because you are that person, Sam. You are my container. My true container. Only you can perfectly accommodate my power. Only you can allow me to exert my full strength."
"No." Sam "This is impossible. I will never let you enter my body. Absolutely not. I would rather die than let you enter."
"Yes. You will." Lucifer said with a firm tone.
"No. This will never happen." Sam said with firm eyes. "I will commit suicide. I would rather die than let you use me to destroy the world."
Lucifer shrugged, with an indifferent look on his face. "Then I will resurrect you. Again and again, until you agree. You can't escape, Sam. This is your destiny. It has been destined from the moment you were born."
"Why me?" Sam's voice was hoarse and crying. "Why me? What did I do wrong?"
"Because it has to be you, Sam." Lucifer looked at him, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding. "It has always been you. From the moment you were born, it was destined. I will never lie to you. I will never deceive you. Unlike God, unlike those angels, you will say yes to me. I am sure. One day, you will take the initiative to come to me."
Lucifer's figure turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared into the air instantly. The temperature in the room slowly rose.
Impala is driving on the road Maine at 1:23 in the morning.
On the empty road, there was silence all around, only the roar of the engine. The trees on the roadside quickly retreated, like black shadows. There were stars in the sky, but they did not bring a trace of warmth.
Dean was driving the car, his eyes full of exhaustion. Castiel was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul. Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat, with his eyes closed, recovering the consumed True Gang.
Dean glanced at Castiel in the passenger seat, then at Bai Haorui in the rearview mirror, and spoke to break the silence.
"Hey, man," Dean said, his voice a little hoarse. "I'll be the first to tell you, this little crusade of yours is not going to be looked upon favorably. But I know a little bit about missing my dad."
Castiel turned his head and looked at Dean, his eyes confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, there were so many times when I was looking for my dad, all logic said he was dead," Dean said, his tone serious. "But I know in my heart, he's still alive. Who cares what that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle said, Cass? What do you believe? That's what matters most."
Castiel was silent for a while, and his eyes slowly became firm. "I believe he is still there. I believe God is still alive. He must be somewhere, watching us."
Dean nodded, showing a faint smile. "Very good. Then go find him. No matter where he is, no matter how difficult it is."
Bai Haorui opened his eyes and looked at Castiel. "That's right. Follow your thoughts."
Castiel looked at the two of them, his eyes full of gratitude. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't. In the end, he just nodded.
"Thank you." Castiel said, his voice a little hoarse. "Thank you."
Dean glanced at Bai Haorui in the rearview mirror and asked, "Haorui, are you saying what Raphael said is true? God is really dead?"
Bai Haorui's eyes were calm and his tone was indifferent, with a hint of ridicule. "Haha, it's impossible."
Castiel turned his head and looked at Bai Haorui. "Haorui, do you believe God is still alive? Have you seen him?"
"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not." Bai Haorui said, with a gentle but firm tone. "What matters is whether you believe it or not. As long as you still believe he is alive, then go find him. One day, you will find him. Just don't hit you too hard."
"Thank you, Haorui, although I don't understand why you said it was a blow to me." Castiel said. "I will find him. I will definitely do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Castiel's figure suddenly disappeared and the passenger seat was empty, leaving only Dean and Bai Haorui.
Dean looked at the empty passenger seat, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes became confused. "He left."
Bai Haorui leaned over from the back seat and patted Dean on the shoulder. "Let him go. He has his own way to go. We also have our own way to go."
Dean sighed, his voice tired and full of powerlessness. "Where should we go next?"
The dim yellow streetlights stretched the streets after the rain into long and narrow strips of light. The stagnant water reflected the swaying lights like broken golden scales. The air was filled with the smell of damp earth and car exhaust. Occasionally, late-night pedestrians wrapped up their coats and hurried past, and their footsteps were particularly clear on the empty streets.
A man wearing brown religious clothing stood at the door of Century Hotel, holding a stack of crumpled "Rapture" pamphlets tightly in his hand. The corners had been soaked softly with his sweat. His hair was gray and messy, and his face was full of wind. There were traces of frost, but his eyes were extremely bright, with a kind of piety. He stopped a man in a suit who was walking in a hurry, and his voice was loud and full of expectation. "Hi, good evening, brother. Are you ready to dedicate your soul to God?"
The man in the suit walked straight past without looking back, and didn't even glance at him sideways. The religious man lowered his head slightly towards his back, and his voice was a little low. "Thank you, sir. God will bless you." He rubbed it hard. Rubbing his hands that were red from the cold, he turned to the other two young girls walking side by side, with a pious smile on his face again, "Good evening, everyone. Are your souls ready to be raptured? I want to show you God's love for you."
The two girls were startled and quickened their pace. They linked arms with each other and quickly walked into the hotel, leaving him standing alone. He looked at their backs, sighed softly, and pushed back the hair that was scattered in front of his forehead. "Okay, okay, God bless you all."
At this moment, a deep and rich engine roar came from far and near. The headlights of the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala cut through the night, and slowly parked in the parking space on the road in front of the hotel. The car body glowed with a dark luster under the street lights, and the paint was well maintained, reflecting the surrounding lights like a mirror.
Dean got down from the driver's seat and closed the car door with a bang. The sound was particularly loud in the quiet night. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The stubble on his chin had already sprouted, forming a light cyan layer on his chin. With heavy dark circles under his eyes, he drove for 16 hours straight from Pennsylvania to Kansas. His shoulders were as stiff as a stone, and he seemed to hear the "click" sound from Bones every time he moved.
The religious man's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to stop him. His eyes were so eager that they were almost burning. "Excuse me, friend, have you ever spent time thinking about God's plan for you?"
Dean twitched the corners of his mouth to smile, showing a tired and sarcastic expression. He bypassed the religious man and walked into the hotel without looking back. His voice was full of weariness. "You think too much, man."
The religious man stood there, watching the back of Dean disappear through the revolving door of the hotel, his eyes thoughtful. He put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out an old-fashioned black flip phone, and dialed a number. The moment the call was connected, his voice immediately became respectful and serious. "Sir, I found him. Yes, Century Hotel."
In the shadow of the street corner, a black Ford F-150 pickup truck stopped quietly. The engine was turned off and the surroundings immediately returned to silence. Bai Haorui lazily leaned on the driver's seat and had just finished solving the nearby problem. There was a ghoul lair. There were still a few drops of ghoul blood on the black combat uniform, which was almost dry. He was holding a steaming beef burger in his hand and was chewing on it. Cheese and sauce were stuck to the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care.
The battle just lasted for nearly an hour. There were seven adult ghouls and three cubs hidden in the nest. It was hidden in the deepest part of the sewer. It was dark and damp, and full of rotting corpses and Bones. Bai Haorui first used yellow talismans to set up a trap, trapping the ghouls inside, and then rushed in with a mahogany sword. Go. The purple-gold True Gang wrapped the mahogany sword, and every time it was swung there was a whistling wind. The hard skin of the ghoul was as fragile as paper in front of the mahogany sword. Finally, he released Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire, and the golden flames instantly devoured the entire nest, burning all the ghouls and the filth they left behind into ashes.
He habitually released Divine Sense to sweep around to confirm that there was no residual aura of demons or angels. His Divine Sense was like a large invisible net, covering an area of 3 kilometers in an instant. But just as Divine Sense swept across the third floor of Century Hotel, his movements suddenly stopped, and the burger in his hand fell onto his lap with a "clack", and the lettuce leaves and meat patties rolled out.
Dean's breath of life - completely disappeared in an instant
Not even a trace was left. It was as if this person had never existed in this world.
Bai Haorui's heart suddenly sank. He pushed the car door open, leaving an afterimage in his movement, and rushed out of the car. The mahogany sword behind him jumped out of the scabbard automatically, with a sound of breaking through the air, and fell steadily into his hand. The pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows lit up instantly, golden light flowed in his eyes, and the originally dark pupils turned into pure gold.
He rushed into the hotel in three steps and two steps at a time. Just as the front desk clerk was about to call him out, he was frightened by the strong aura exuding from him and shut his mouth. He watched helplessly as he rushed up to the third floor like a gust of wind. The corridor was quiet, covered with thick red carpets, and breathed. All the footsteps were gone. There was still an extremely weak wave of angelic energy in the air - not from Castiel. That energy was cold, arrogant, and with a sense of looking down from above, but from Zachariah.
With a loud "bang", Bai Haorui kicked open the door of Room 113. The door lock was kicked away and hit the wall with a crisp cracking sound. There was no one in the room, and there was no one on the bed. The quilt was still messy, and it was obvious that someone had just slept here. There was a half-drunk bottle of beer on the bedside table, with condensation still forming on the bottle. Dean's mobile phone and car keys were thrown next to it.
Bai Haorui walked quickly to the center of the room, closed his eyes, released Divine Sense again, and carefully scanned every inch of the room. His fingertips lightly swiped through the air, and next to the bedside table, he touched an invisible barrier, and a familiar sense of space distortion came from his fingertips. It was a time rift that was slowly closing, with chaotic time turbulence surging inside, like a constantly rotating vortex.
Zachariah this bastard! Where did he send Dean again?
Bai Haorui didn't hesitate at all, raised his right hand and bit the tip of his tongue. A sweet and fishy taste spread in his mouth, and he spit out a mouthful of pure True Gang blood. The bright red blood was suspended in the air, wrapped in purple-gold True Gang, like a burning ruby.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, leaving behind a series of golden afterimages as his fingers flew. He chanted the Daoist time and space mantra in his mouth, his voice was low and solemn, with a power that shook the world. "Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of Wan Qi. Cultivate for hundreds of millions of kalpas and prove my supernatural power. Three Inside and outside the realm, only Tao is the most respected. It has golden light in its body, reflecting my body. I can't see it, but I can't hear it. It encompasses the heaven and the earth and nurtures all living things. It has been upheld thousands of times and has light in my body. The guards of the three realms are welcomed by the five emperors. All gods pay homage and use thunder. Ghosts and demons are frightened, and spirits hide their forms. Imperial order!"
The moment the last word "Edict" was spoken, the purple-gold True Gang was wrapped with golden essence and blood, and suddenly merged into the time rift. The crack that was originally only the size of a fist was slowly torn open, turning into a human From the high black opening, there was the sound of howling wind, as well as faint roars and cries. The chaotic flow of time poured out from the crack, making the curtains in the room rattle, and the beer bottles on the table were blown to the ground and shattered.
Bai Haorui clenched the mahogany sword in his hand, looked back at the empty room, picked up his phone and sent a message to Castiel: "Zachariah has sent Dean to the future. I'm going to chase him. You can find a way to help us."