These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Dean's heart.
He has always lived in the shadow of his father. He worked hard to be a good son, a good brother, and to gain his father's approval. He thought he had done a good job.
Huge anger and pain swept through Dean. He felt that his blood was burning. He exerted force, the muscles on his body stretched, and the veins popped out. The rope was broken by him.
"I'm not a loser!" Dean roared, like an angry lion, and pounced on Leshi. His fist hit her face hard, one punch after another. He vented all his anger, all his pain, and all his grievances in this punch.
Leshi was beaten and took a few steps back. The expression on her face changed from John·Winchester back to Paris·Hill. Her nose was bleeding and her face was full of anger. "How dare you hit me!"
She screamed angrily and kicked Dean to the ground. Dean fell heavily to the ground, feeling that Bones was about to fall apart.
At this moment, Sam also woke up. He broke the rope with force, grabbed the iron ax that fell on the ground, and while Leshi was not prepared, he slashed it from behind.
"Crack!"
Leshi's head rolled to the ground. Her body twitched a few times, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.
Early the next morning, in the parking lot outside the motel.
The sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky. The golden sunshine shines on the Impala's body, shining brightly. The air is filled with the smell of green grass and sunshine.
The two brothers packed their luggage and prepared to leave Canton City. Their faces were tired, but their eyes were much brighter than before.
"The Sheriff called." Dean said while putting the luggage in the trunk, "Danielle is fine. She was just a little frightened, nothing serious. The Sheriff has issued a nationwide wanted order for Paris Hill ton."
Sam couldn't help laughing. "This will become national news. Paris Hill ton kidnapped a girl and is suspected of serial murder."
"Yeah." Dean also smiled, "Imagine Paris Hill ton's expression when she saw this news."
After the laughter, there was another period of silence.
Neither of them spoke, just stood quietly. There was a hint of embarrassment in the air.
"Sam," Dean suddenly spoke with a serious tone. He turned around and looked into Sam's eyes, his eyes full of sincerity. "You are right. Regarding the fact that I have always treated you as a little brother. You are right. I do. And this is the source of many problems between us."
"Dean..." Sam wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dean.
"No, let me finish." Dean said, taking a deep breath, "I know you have grown up. You are no longer the little boy who needs my protection. You are a hunter, a very good hunter. You are smarter than me, calmer than me, and more cerebral than me. Many times, you have saved my life. And..."
He paused, his eyes full of guilt. "Apocalypse It's not your fault. It was me who broke the first seal first. If I hadn't fallen in Hell and hadn't broken that seal, nothing would have happened. So this is also my fault. We are all responsible. It should not be borne by you alone."
Sam was stunned. Tears instantly blurred his vision. He never thought that Dean would say such words.
"We are brothers." Dean reached out and patted Sam on the shoulder. His hands were shaking a little. "We are a team. From now on, we make decisions together. There are no training wheels or double secret probation. We are equal. Your opinion is as important as mine."
Dean picked up the Impala's car key and handed it to Sam.
The Impala car key is more than just a key to Winchester Brothers. It represents power, responsibility and trust. It has always been Dean who has held the key and the direction. Now, Dean handed it over to Sam, which means that he finally recognized Sam's equal status and finally regarded Sam as a real partner instead of a younger brother.
Sam looked at the key in Dean's hand, and then looked at Dean's sincere eyes. He stretched out his hand and took the key. His hand trembled slightly.
"And, about the container." Dean said, his eyes becoming determined, "Let's not think too much. We will find a way. We always find a way. We will stop Lucifer, stop Michael, stop Apocalypse. We will do it together. No matter what happens, we are together."
"Together." Sam repeated, with a long-lost, heartfelt smile on his face. Tears flowed down his cheeks, but they were tears of joy.
Just then, an engine roar came.
Bai Haorui's black Ford F-150 off-road vehicle came from a distance and stopped next to the Impala. The car raised a burst of dust.
Bai Haorui got off the car with a bright smile on his face. He looked a little tired and his face was a little pale, but his eyes were brighter and his temperament became more calm and restrained. "It seems that I missed some important moment again."
"Haorui!" Dean saw him and also laughed. He walked up and hugged him, "You came just in time. We have just finished solving a pagan god. A pervert who likes to become a celebrity and eat fans. It is simply the most bizarre monster I have ever seen."
Sam also got off the car and looked at Bai Haorui, his eyes full of gratitude. "Haorui. Thank you."
Bai Haorui walked up to them, stretched out his hands, and placed them on the shoulders of Dean and Sam. He looked at Dean and then at Sam, feeling the long-lost tacit understanding and equality between them. The tense atmosphere disappeared, replaced by trust and warmth.
"It seems that you two have reconciled." Bai Haorui smiled happily, "This is really great. The golden iron triangle is reorganized."
Dean nodded, his eyes becoming firm. "Yes. Next, we are going to find Colt gun. Bobby said that he found some clues about Colt gun. Then, we are going to stop Apocalypse."
Sam clenched Ruby's Knife in his hand, and his eyes became firm. "Together."
Bai Haorui smiled and patted their shoulders. "Together.
Dean opened the driver's door and sat in. Sam and Bai Haorui also sat in the passenger seat and back seat respectively.
Dean started the engine, and the Impala let out a low roar, slowly drove onto the highway, and drove into the distance.
Impala's engine made a low roar on the empty road. Dean held the steering wheel, tapping the edge of the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingers, staring at the small patch of road ahead illuminated by the car lights.
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning his head against the window.
Bai Haorui is sitting in the back seat, meditating with his eyes closed. Having just defeated Horseman of War, he has a pure Power of Faith in his body, which slowly blends with the original purple-gold True Gang. The pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows is looming, exuding a weak and warm light.
"How long does it take to get to Bobby?" Sam broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse.
"About three hours." Dean said without looking back, "I hope he has beer and pies there. I'm starving."
At this moment, Sam's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned. "It's Bobby."
He answered the phone, listened to a few words, and his face became more and more solemn. After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Dean and Bai Haorui: "We have to change the route. Nebraska Alliance has a rather bizarre case."
" Bizarre? How bizarre can it be?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"A nanny died on the sofa of her employer's house. Her scalp and skull were torn open, and her brains flowed all over the floor." Sam's voice was a little deep.
Dean held the steering wheel tightly. Bai Haorui opened his eyes and his eyes became sharp. "Are there any traces of demons or ghosts?"
"It's not clear yet." Sam shook his head, "But the person who provided information to Bobby said that there were no signs of forced entry or traces of supernatural things. He felt something was wrong, so he contacted Bobby."
Dean sighed, turned the steering wheel, and Impala turned onto another road. "Okay. Looks like our pie and beer party is going to be ruined again."
Alliance City's name is actually a quiet town. No entertainment venues opened after two o'clock in the morning, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep. A dim floor lamp was still on in the living room of the Jensen family.
Amber Greer was slumped on the sofa, changing TV channels boredly. She is 19 years old and a student at a local community college. She earns some pocket money by working as a nanny. The Jensens went to a party tonight and gave her 10-year-old son Jimmy to take care of.
Amber has beautiful long golden hair. She held a plastic comb in her hand and combed it constantly. A clichéd soap opera was playing on the TV. The male and female protagonists were competing for you or me. People who are willing don't need to teach it, but people who are unintentional can't! They were arguing hysterically. She yawned greatly, and tears filled the corners of her eyes.
Suddenly, a soft "clang" sound came from the direction of the bedroom.
Amber frowned, put down the remote control, and shouted impatiently, "Jimmy? I told you, it's time to go to bed!"
No response.
Amber sighed, stood up, and shuffled towards the bedroom. She opened the bedroom door, and the room was dark. Only the moonlight from the window spilled in, illuminating the toys scattered on the floor.
"Jimmy? Stop hiding, I know you are here."
The closet door suddenly opened with a "bang", and a figure covered in "blood" jumped out from inside, fell straight in front of Amber, and let out an exaggerated groan.
"Ah!" Amber screamed in fright, took two steps back and almost fell down. She clutched her chest, her heart pounding.
Jimmy was lying on the ground, his face smeared with bright red ketchup, his eyes closed tightly, his tongue hanging out, pretending to be dead. He stayed in this position for a few seconds, and then secretly opened one eye, wanting to see Amber's reaction.
After Amber saw that it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then became angry again. She reached out and grabbed Jimmy's ears and pulled him up from the ground.
"Ouch!" Jimmy exclaimed in pain.
"It's disgusting." Amber looked at the ketchup on his face with disgust and poked his cheek with her finger. The ketchup was sticky on her finger.
"You are so bad." Jimmy said with a pout.
"Yes, your parents paid me to treat you badly." Amber said, "Now, immediately, go to bed right away!"
"Okay, okay," Jimmy nodded quickly, then grabbed Amber's clothes, "Wait, wait."
"What's wrong?" Amber asked impatiently.
Jimmy raised his head and looked at her with an innocent look. "If you let me touch your breast, I will go to bed right away."
Amber's face turned red instantly. She pushed Jimmy hard, pointed at the bedroom door, and said sternly, "Get in!"
Jimmy shrunk in fear, ran into the bedroom dejectedly, and closed the door.
Amber shook her head angrily and amusedly, turned back to the living room, and sat on the sofa again. She picked up a paper towel, wiped the ketchup on her fingers, then picked up the comb and continued to comb her long hair. She didn't notice at all that there was some fine white powder stuck in the teeth of the comb.
Time passed by, and the soap opera on TV ended and was replaced by a late-night shopping show. Amber leaned on the sofa and gradually dozed off. Her hands were still combing her hair unconsciously, and the comb passed across her scalp, making a slight rustling sound.
Then, her movements stopped.
Her eyes opened suddenly, with an expression of extreme pain on her face. She dropped the comb, grabbed her hair with both hands, and tore it hard.
"Ah--!"
A short scream came from her throat, but was soon replaced by a choking sound. Her fingers dug deeply into her scalp, and blood flowed down her cheeks. She scratched frantically, as if something was drilling around in her brain.
After a few minutes, her movements gradually stopped. Her body leaned softly on the sofa, her scalp was torn open, her brains flowed all over the floor, and her own hair and gray brain tissue were still stained on her fingers.
At around four o'clock in the morning, the Jensens drove back home.
"Amber? We're back." Mr. Jensen opened the door and said softly, "I'll take you home. I'm sorry you're a little late today."
No response.
Only the dim floor lamp was turned on in the living room, and Amber sat on the sofa with his back to them, motionless.
"Amber?" Mr. Jensen shouted again and walked over. He gently patted Amber on the shoulder.
Amber's body fell softly.
Mr. Jensen's screams pierced the night sky. Mrs. Jensen ran over and screamed in fear when he saw the scene in front of him.
Jimmy shivered and hid in the shadows, holding an empty small plastic bag tightly in his hand, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.
At 9:42 a. m., the morgue of Alliance City police station was filled with a pungent smell of formalin.
The forensic doctor was a white man in his fifties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and with slightly gray hair. He looked at the three men in FBI uniforms who walked in and nodded.
"I am forensic doctor Ellen·Carter." He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Dean, "Are you from Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
"Yes." Dean looked serious and shook his ID skillfully, "I am agent Miller, this is my partner agent Smith, and this is our consultant Mr. Bai. We are here to investigate the death case of Amber Greer."
Carter The forensic doctor glanced at it, nodded, and lifted the white cloth covering the body.
Amber's body lay on the cold stainless steel morgue, with shocking wounds on his head. Dean's face changed slightly, and he frowned subconsciously. Sam put on gloves and carefully observed the wounds on his head, frowning.
Bai Haorui did not come forward. He stood there and closed his eyes. A faint trace of Divine Sense emanated from his eyebrows and slowly enveloped the entire corpse. He could clearly "see" every detail of the corpse and feel the remaining energy fluctuations.
No.
Bai Haorui's brows wrinkled slightly. There was no breath of demons or ghosts on the corpse, and there were no traces of curses. But there was a remnant of power. This power... was very pure, as if it was generated out of thin air, without any attributes.
"The cause of death is very clear." Carter forensic doctor's voice broke the silence, "Skull fracture and severe brain tissue damage. To put it simply, she was caught alive by herself."
He picked up an evidence bag and handed it to them. "This fake nail was found in her temporal lobe. In other words, she scratched her own nails into her brain and kept scratching."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Bai Haorui opened his eyes and looked at the forensic doctor Carter: "Doctor, apart from brain tissue and hair, is there anything else between the nails of the deceased? For example, plant debris?"
Carter The forensic doctor was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to ask this question. "Plant debris? I didn't pay attention..." He turned around and walked to the microscope, picked up a sample slide, and observed it under the microscope for a while.
"How do you know?" He raised his head and looked at Bai Haorui in surprise, "There are indeed some ground maple seeds left."
The three of them looked at each other and walked out of the morgue.
Dean touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Maple seeds? Isn't that the main ingredient of itchy powder?"
Sam nodded. "It is impossible for a simple itching powder to cause such consequences. Unless..."
"Unless someone can make this itching powder really tickle people to death, this kind of power is a bit powerful." Bai Haorui said.
Dean's eyes widened. "You mean... killing people with thoughts?"
"We're not sure yet." Bai Haorui shook his head, "Let's go to Jason's house and talk to the boy named Jimmy."
The Jensen home has been cordoned off by the police. Dean showed his false ID and walked in with Sam and Bai Haorui.
There was still a faint smell of blood in the living room, and the blood stains on the sofa had been covered with white cloth by the police. The Jensens were sitting on the chairs in the dining room, their faces pale and dazed.
Sam walked over and began to ask the Jensens about last night. Dean and Bai Haorui were looking around the house.
Bai Haorui closed his eyes, released Divine Sense, and scanned the entire house carefully. Soon, he found Jimmy hiding behind the stair railing.
Jimmy was huddled in the corner, hugging his knees, and his body was shaking slightly. There was still a trace of unwashed ketchup on his face.
"I found him, a big boy who pleases children~ Come on." Bai Haorui said to Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes and walked over. He squatted down and chatted with Jimmy in a relaxed tone. "Hey, kid. Your name is Jimmy, right?"
Jimmy raised his head and looked at him warily without speaking.
"Don't be afraid." Dean smiled, "We are not bad people. We just want to ask you a few questions."
Jimmy still refused to speak, and his body was shaking even more.
Bai Haorui walked over, took out a piece of chocolate from his backpack, and handed it to Jimmy. His tone was gentle. "We are not here to catch you. We know you didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Jimmy looked at Bai Haorui's gentle eyes, then looked at the chocolate in his hand, hesitated, and took the chocolate.
Bai Haorui Inner activity: There is no evil aura about this child, he was just frightened. He has no idea what he did.
Jimmy peeled off the chocolate paper and took a bite. The sweetness of the chocolate seemed to relax him a little. His tears suddenly fell down and he took out a small, empty plastic bag from his pocket.
"I just wanted to tease her..." Jimmy choked and said, "I didn't know it would be like this... I sprinkled it on her comb..."
At this moment, Sam's cell phone rang. After he answered the call, he came over with a solemn expression. "Someone died again. A man named Tom·Harrison was electrocuted to death in the office. The forensic doctor could not find any traces of a power short circuit. Witnesses said that he just shook hands with his colleagues."
Alliance City The corridor of the hospital is filled with people and the smell of disinfectant.
When Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui rushed to the hospital, they happened to see a body covered with white cloth being pushed out.
"That's Harrison." Sam whispered.
They found the witness Mr. Stanley. Stanley, an old man in his sixties, wearing a suit. He was shaking, sitting on a hospital bench, holding a glass of hot water tightly in his hand, speaking incoherently.
"It was just a joke... I didn't know it would really happen..." Stanley's voice choked up, "I just shook hands with him..."
"Mr. Stanley, can you tell us what exactly happened?" Sam asked gently.
Stanley took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "This morning, I bought an electric shock handshake from 'Magic Temple'. It's the kind of toy that will get shocked when you shake hands. I originally wanted to make a joke with Tom... We have known each other for more than thirty years... Oh my god!"
He took out a plastic hand gripper from his pocket and handed it to them. "This is it. It was originally just a wind-up toy, without batteries..."
Dean took the handshake and weighed it. The handshake was black and looked very ordinary.
Bai Haorui stretched out his hand. "Show me."
Dean held the hand gripper and handed it to Bai Haorui. Bai Haorui gathered a trace of True Gang on his fingertips and touched the hand gripper lightly.
Bai Haorui Inner activities: There is a weak but extremely pure energy of thought in it. This energy is not malicious, but the consequences are some serious."
Bai Haorui raised his head and looked at them. "There is nothing wrong with this thing itself, but it is injected with a power of thought. As long as someone believes that it can electrocute people, it can really electrocute people."
The "Magic Temple" prank shop is located on a remote street in a small town. The store is small and the signboard has faded.
The three of them opened the door and walked in. The store was filled with all kinds of prank toys: fake spiders, fake snakes, fart pads, tickling powder... The air was filled with the smell of rubber and plastic.
The owner was a depressed middle-aged man with messy brown hair and a T-shirt with the words "King of Pranks" printed on it. He sat behind the counter and looked at his phone listlessly.