Sanctuary

"Dean, uncle is here to save you."

Bai Haorui stepped into the time rift, and the black rift slowly closed behind him. Silence returned to the room, as if nothing had happened. Only the broken beer bottles on the ground and the weak energy fluctuations remaining in the air proved everything that had just happened here.

Dean walked into the room and threw the key on the bedside table with a "ding" sound. He fell heavily on the bed, and the mattress let out a dull groan, and fine dust flew in the air. He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that everything Bones all over his body was falling apart, and he had no strength to even lift a finger. He drove for 16 hours continuously, and only stopped once to fill up the gas and eat a hamburger.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang, and the familiar ringtone was particularly harsh in the quiet room. Dean picked up the mobile phone and saw the words "Cass" jumping on the screen, with a trace of helplessness on his face. Another funny expression. He answered the phone and leaned against the bedside, his voice full of weariness. "We are talking about Colt gun, right? I mean, that Colt gun that can kill any ghost?"

Castiel's serious and slightly confused voice came from the other end of the phone. In the background was the roar of cars passing by on the highway and the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, "Yes."

Dean frowned and said in a puzzled tone, "This doesn't make sense. Why would the demons keep a gun that can kill them? Are their brains flooded? If it were me, I would have melted it into molten iron and poured it into the toilet and flushed it away."

A large truck roared past Castiel, and the huge noise drowned out Dean's voice. Castiel raised his volume, a little anxious. "What? What? Dean, I didn't hear clearly. Say it again."

Dean couldn't help laughing, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to have eased a little. He shook his head, with a teasing tone. "You know, this is quite interesting. Talking to God's messenger on a mobile phone. It's like seeing Hell angel riding a moped."

Castiel's tone was very serious, even with a hint of anxiety, and he completely ignored Dean's teasing. "This is not funny, Dean. The voice prompt said I am running out of minutes."

Dean suppressed laughter, cleared his throat, and said in a serious tone, "Okay, okay. Let me tell you, Cas, those little minions must have melted the gun by now. Keeping it is a disaster, anyone else would do it."

Castiel's tone was firm and unquestionable. "That's not what I heard. There is reliable news that Colt gun is now in the hands of an old department named Azazel. If this is true, and if you still insist on doing this crazy task of killing the devil, this is the method we should try."

Dean sat up straight and his expression became serious. He knew that Castiel would never joke, and what he said must be well-founded. He rubbed his temples and said in a heavy tone, "Okay. Where do we start?"

Castiel:"Where are you now? I'll go look for you."

Dean leaned over, picked up the room key from the bedside table, and turned it between his fingers. "Kansas City. Century Hotel, Room 113."

Castiel said without hesitation, "I'll be there soon."

Dean waved his hands quickly, speaking urgently, as if he was afraid that he would appear in the room the next second. "Hey, hey, hey. No, don't do this, man. I just drove for 16 hours, okay? I am a human being, and I still have some basic human needs to be satisfied."

Castiel's tone was filled with confusion, as if he could not understand human needs at all. "What's the matter?"

Dean rolled his eyes and complained wildly in his heart: God knows what angels are made of. Don't they need to eat, sleep or go to the toilet? Are they solar powered? He said to the phone, "For example, eating. Now, sleep. I only need four hours of sleep occasionally, okay? I'm not a perpetual motion machine like you, so I don't need to rest at all."

Castiel was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be thinking about what Dean said. Then he said, "Okay."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, "So you can come back tomorrow morning. How about eight o'clock in the morning?"

Castiel: "Okay. Then I'll wait here."

Dean hung up the phone helplessly and shook his head slightly. He could imagine that Castiel was standing on the roadside now, holding a mobile phone in his hand, looking at the passing cars with a blank expression, like a lost child. To be honest, sometimes he thought Castiel was quite cute.

He took off his shoes and coat, threw them on the ground, then fell straight onto the bed, pulled the quilt over his stomach. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, the phone vibrated, buzzing on the bedside table, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent room. Dean answered the phone vaguely and impatiently, thinking it was Castiel who was urging him again. His tone was irritable and full of sleepiness. "Damn it, Cas, I want to sleep! I told you to come back tomorrow morning!"

Sam's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a firmness that Dean had never heard before, and a subtle tremor. "Dean, it's me."

Dean suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his sleepiness gone in an instant. He glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table, which read four-fifteen in the morning. His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came over him.

Dean's voice was eerily calm, with no emotion audible. "Sam? It's four-fifteen in the morning. Do you know what time it is now?"

Sam's tone was urgent. The sound of the car engine and the wind outside the window could be heard in the background. He was driving at a very fast speed. "I know. But this matter is very important. Very important."

Dean got off the bed, walked to the small refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, and opened the bottle cap with a "pop" sound. The cold liquid flowed down his throat, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart. He leaned against the refrigerator, listening to Sam's voice on the phone, and felt a mixture of emotions in his heart. There was anger, worry, longing, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Sam briefly explained what happened, "So I am his container! Lucifer wants to wear my skin to attend the dance!"

Dean took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid stimulated his mouth. His voice was still calm. "That's what he said."

Sam laughed at himself, with endless bitterness and despair in his laughter. "Just when you thought you had escaped, they pulled you back again, right? Life is always so fucked up, right?"

Dean's tone was a little tired and numb. "That's it? Is this your reaction?"

There was a hint of grievance and anger in Sam's voice. "I don't know, a little panic? Maybe? If it were you, wouldn't you panic? Wouldn't you be scared to learn that you were born to be a container for the devil?"

Dean sighed and looked at the dark night sky outside the window, feeling at a loss. The neon lights in the distance flickered, dyeing the sky a strange purple. His voice was low. "I think I have become a little numb to these earth-shattering revelations. Since then, Hell came back and found that he was the container of Michael, and then watched you open the door of Hell with your own hands and release Lucifer. What else could scare me?"

Sam's tone became more urgent and pleading. "What should we do? Dean, we have to do something. We can't just sit back and wait for death."

Dean:"What do you want to do?"

Sam's tone was firm, with a desperate determination. "First of all, I want to return to the team. I'm tired of being used as a puppet by these bastards. I'm going to hunt him down, Dean. I'm going to kill Lucifer with my own hands. I'm going to make up for the mistakes I made."

Dean's tone instantly became cold, with a strong sarcasm and a hint of imperceptible pain. "Oh, so we are back to revenge, right? Yes, the effect was great last time. Last time you drank the devil's blood, killed Lilith, and released Lucifer for revenge. I almost forgot. Do you think it will be any different this time?"

Sam raised his voice, with a cry in his voice, "It's not revenge. It's redemption. I made a mistake, and I want to make up for it. I want to lock back the devil I released. This is what I should do."

Dean leaned against the refrigerator and closed his eyes. He didn't want Sam to come back. He didn't want the three brothers to fight side by side and fight against those dark things like before. But he didn't dare. He was afraid, really afraid. He was afraid that Sam would be used again, and that their being together would only make things worse.

Dean's voice was as cold as ice, and every word hit Sam's heart like a hammer. "So you just walked back and we became best partners again? It's like nothing happened? Bobby almost died, it's the end of the world, these don't count? Do you think saying 'I was wrong' can erase all of this?"

Sam's tone was sincere. "Listen, Dean, I can do it. I can. I will prove it to you. I will never drink demon blood again, and I will never trust anyone again. I only believe in you and Haorui. Please, give me another chance."

Dean took a swig of beer. "Listen, Sam--No matter what we do, it's useless. It turns out that you and me, we are the fire and oil of the end of the world. For this reason alone, we should each choose a hemisphere and never meet."

Sam: "Dean, don't be like this. Things may not be like this. We can resist. We can break fate. We have always done this, haven't we?"

Dean's tone was unquestionable, and every word was filled with deep pain. "Yes, you are right. We can, but not together. We are not strong when we are together, Sam. I think we will be weaker together. Because of the relationship between us Everything - love, family, whatever it is - they're always going to use it against us. You know. We're better off apart. If we go our separate ways, we'll have a better chance of avoiding Lucifer and Michael and the whole damn thing."

Sam: "Dean, don't do this. Please. I can't live without you and Haorui. You are my only family."

Dean:"Goodbye, Sam."

He hung up the phone abruptly and threw the phone on the bed. The phone bounced on the mattress and the screen went dark. Dean leaned against the refrigerator, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. Hot tears flowed from between his fingers, slid down his cheeks, and dripped on the ground. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound, and his teeth chattered.

Sorry, Sam. Sorry.

I can't lose you anymore.

If separation can keep you alive, I am willing to bear everything.

Even if I make you hate me forever.

Bai Haorui passed through the time rift, only to feel a spin, and a sense of weightlessness swept through his body. He felt like he was being tossed around in a huge drum washing machine, his internal organs were all displaced, his stomach was churning, and he almost vomited it out. The turbulent flow of time was like countless sharp knives, scraping his skin, leaving small wounds. He gritted his teeth and circulated the True Gang in his body, forming a golden protective shield on the surface of his body to resist the erosion of the turbulent flow of time.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a second, maybe it was a century. He fell heavily to the ground and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood sprinkled on the gray ground, like blooming plum blossoms. He struggled to get up, feeling that the Bones in his body was about to fall apart, and he felt heartbreaking pain every time he moved.

He raised his head and looked around, his whole body froze.

He stood among the ruins.

The sky was gray, the sun had hidden somewhere, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness. The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, blood, and rotting meat, which mixed together to form a disgusting smell that made people dizzy.

The once prosperous Kansas City has turned into a dead ruin. Half of the high-rise buildings have collapsed, and the reinforced concrete remains stand on the ground like the skeleton of a giant beast. The streets are full of broken glass, abandoned cars and rotting corpses, some of which have already They turned into white bones, and some were still wearing tattered clothes, with their faces retaining the expressions of terror before death. The walls were covered with various graffiti, the most conspicuous being a large word written in red paint, "CROATOAN". The red paint flowed down the wall, like dried blood.

Bai Haorui released Divine Sense, trying to find the breath of Dean. But as soon as he unfolded his Divine Sense, he was pressed back by a strong breath of death. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world was almost exhausted, and there were resentful souls and hostility everywhere, covering the entire city like a thick black fog.

He walked to the side of the road, kicked away a piece of gravel, and saw a rusty road sign underneath. Most of the paint on the road sign had peeled off, but he could still vaguely make out the words on it: Kansas Welcome.

Bai Haorui turned around and walked into a half-collapsed two-story building nearby. The house was in a mess, with furniture knocked over and dust and cobwebs everywhere. He walked to the living room and took a look at the electronic calendar on the wall.

The date on the wall calendar clearly shows: August 1, 2014.

Five years later? Zachariah sent Dean five years later?

Bai Haorui's fists clenched loudly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed out.

A beast-like roar came from the distance, breaking the silence. A dozen people with red eyes and blood all over their bodies rushed out of the ruins. Their skin was blue-grey, their nails were sharp and long, and their mouths were drooling. They rushed towards Bai Haorui like crazy. There was no trace of humanity in their eyes, only pure desire to kill.

These are the infected people of Croatoan virus. Bobby once told them that this virus is a biological weapon created by demons. It can turn people into bloodthirsty monsters. It is spread through blood and saliva and has no antidote.

Bai Haorui frowned, his eyes cold. These people were once human beings, but now they have lost their humanity and turned into monsters who only know how to kill. Keeping them will only hurt more people.

Without any hesitation, he clenched the peach wood sword in his hand and circulated the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire in his body. The purple-gold True Gang spurted out from his body, wrapping the peach wood sword, and the sword made a buzzing sound. He took a step forward, waved the peach wood sword, and several purple-gold sword energy roared out.

The infected people were instantly cut into pieces, and black blood splashed all over the floor and on the gray walls, leaving ugly traces. Their bodies fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Bai Haorui was about to leave when he suddenly felt a familiar yet unfamiliar powerful aura locking onto him. The aura had the same origin as him, but it carried a strong smell of blood and resentment, as well as a suffocating sense of oppression. This aura was at least ten times stronger than his current strength, pressing on his heart like a mountain, making him almost breathless.

Bai Haorui gripped the mahogany sword tightly, all the muscles in his body tightened, and he looked warily towards the direction of the breath. He could feel that the powerful existence was quickly approaching him.

The heavy engine roar came, and the ground shook slightly. A modified black armored vehicle drove out from the ruins in the distance, crushing the gravel and abandoned cars on the road like a steel giant. The body of the armored vehicle was welded with thick steel plates, which were covered with bullet marks and scratches, has obviously experienced countless battles. The car windows are thickened bulletproof glass with a black film on them, so you can't see what's going on inside. There is an M2 heavy machine gun mounted on the roof of the car, the muzzle of the gun shining with a cold metallic luster. Standing next to it is a soldier wearing a black mask, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

The armored vehicle stopped in front of Bai Haorui and made a harsh braking sound. The door opened and a dozen people in black combat uniforms jumped out. They held modified AK47 assault rifles in their hands and wore black masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

The leader was a tall man, about thirty years old, who looked particularly ferocious. When he saw Bai Haorui, he was stunned for a moment, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Then he immediately bent down respectfully, put his right hand on his chest, performed a standard military salute, and said with deep awe, "King, you are back. We have completed what you asked, and the west side has been cleaned up."

Bai Haorui was stunned. Wang? Who are they calling?

At this moment, a low voice came from the air, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and indifference, as cold as ice. "Of course I'm calling you."

A man wearing a black robe walked down from the air step by step, with black flames stepping on his feet. Every step he took would leave a black footprint on the ground, and the stones in the footprints were instantly burned to ashes.

Bai Haorui's breathing stopped momentarily.

The man looks exactly like him, with the same eyebrows, same height, same hairstyle, and even the small mole at the corner of his mouth. But his eyes are different, without any warmth. The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows is not golden, but pure black Colorful, like a black lotus blooming in Hell, exuding an evil and powerful aura. His whole body exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, the black Netherworld True Fire was looming at his fingertips, and the surrounding space felt distorted.

This is Bai Haorui from 2014.

It's himself five years later.

2014 Bai Haorui looked at his past self, and a cold, awkward smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't smiled for a long time. The smile was stiff and unnatural. He walked towards Bai Haorui step by step, his black robe rustling in the wind, and the feeling of oppression around him became stronger and stronger.

"I didn't expect Zachariah to play such a trick. I sent you here in the past and wanted you to see me now?" 2014 Bai Haorui's voice was clear, but it carried a kind of tiredness and indifference that penetrated into the bone marrow. "Let's go, the old me. Let's go around and have a chat. I think you must have many questions to ask me."

Bai Haorui clenched the mahogany sword in his hand. He could feel the huge and evil power in 2014 Bai Haorui's body, but he could also feel that beneath that cold power, there was deep pain and despair hidden, like an endless black ocean that could swallow him up anytime and anywhere.

He nodded. "Okay. I do have a lot of questions to ask you."

2014 Bai Haorui turned and walked towards the armored vehicle, his black robe fluttering behind him like a huge black bat. Bai Haorui also followed. The scar-faced man looked at the backs of the two Bai Haorui, his eyes full of doubts.

The armored vehicle started slowly and drove towards a large mountain in the distance. It was very quiet inside the carriage. No one dared to speak. There was only the roar of the engine and the sound of tires crushing gravel. Bai Haorui was sitting by the window, looking at the ruins passing by outside the window. He felt mixed emotions in his heart. He saw many corpses of infected people on the roadside, as well as some human skeletons scattered in the grass. Occasionally, he could see some survivors. When they saw the car, they would hide in the ruins in panic, their eyes alert and frightened, like frightened rabbits.

The armored vehicle drove for about an hour and a half and arrived in front of a fortress built on a mountain. The walls of the fortress were made of reinforced concrete and covered with electric grids and guard towers. In each guard tower stood two soldiers with sniper rifles, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes. A black flag was planted on the wall, with a golden "Tang" embroidered on the flag, making a hunting sound in the wind.