Heaven

He raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky. The moonlight was cold, and the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows was slightly hot - he could feel that the souls of the two brothers were still there, but they were wrapped in a Heaven barrier and could not be touched clearly. Their auras were relatively stable and there was no big trouble.

He didn't stay long, turned around and hurried towards the motel.

Bai Haorui When we returned to the hotel, the room was in a mess.

Castiel was pressing the radio and the old-fashioned TV randomly, his brows were knitted into knots, the screen and speakers were full of piercing electric sounds, the signal was intermittent, and only one or two vague words could be heard vaguely, like the voice of Dean.

Bobby also rushed back, carrying a medical bag. He was squatting by the bed to treat the wounds of the two brothers. He wiped away the blood stains with alcohol, sutured the wounds, and applied hemostatic medicine. He wrapped the gauze quickly and steadily, and cursed, "These idiots really think that killing Sam will end Apocalypse? They are so stupid that their brains have been eaten by a fucking dog."

Bai Haorui walked between the two beds, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes. Lotus Seal between his eyebrows slowly lit up, and a pale golden halo spread out in circles.

He tried to release Divine Sense to explore in the direction of Heaven. Divine Sense turned into a condensed golden thread, breaking through the clouds and walking upwards, but as soon as it touched the There was an invisible Heaven barrier, as if he had hit a copper wall. The huge counter-shock force was transmitted back along Divine Sense. He groaned, and a little bloodshot eyes oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't force your way in." Castiel turned to look at him, his tone a little solemn, "Heaven's barrier was set up by God, and it's not easy to break through. I have barely contacted them. The signal is very unstable, but I can send a few words."

Bai Haorui nodded, raised his hand to wipe away the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, and did not force himself any further. He moved his fingertips slightly, separated two strands of faith wrapped in the power of a pure heart, and sent them in through the gap in the Cass signal.

Those two pale golden shimmers were light and fluttering, mixed with the noise of the current, followed the signal, penetrated into the Heaven barrier, and disappeared.

"I'll send some strength over there to help them calm down." His voice was a little weak. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of energy just breaking through the barrier. "Zachariah is good at attacking the mind in illusions. With Clear Heart Art protecting them, they will be less affected."

Bobby squatted beside him, sighed, and lit a cigar. The smoke slowly dispersed in the room.

The room fell silent for a moment, except for the chirping of the radio and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The night outside the window is still dark, and there is still a long time until dawn.

Dean took a sharp breath and opened his eyes. The temperature of the fireworks sticks was still on his fingertips, which was warm.

The evening breeze carried the smell of late summer grass, and the faint sound of fireworks exploding could be heard.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look over. Sam was standing next to him, holding an old lighter in his hand and staring at the fireworks stick in his hand in a daze, with a bit of youthful excitement on his face.

Dean thought it was a dream and shouted casually, "Sam, give me the lighter."

Sam's fingertips rubbed the metal shell of the lighter, but he still didn't react.

Dean suddenly smiled and urged him to light the fire as if he had remembered something. His tone was as brisk as a boy's. "Hurry up and light the fire. Dad won't let us play when he comes back."

Sam's eyes lit up, and he immediately lit the firework stick, and the sparks exploded with a "pop", and the warm yellow light reflected on his face. "Thank you Dean, this is great."

The two shouted "fire" in unison, and the moment the sparks from the fireworks exploded, the radio in the car suddenly emitted a piercing sound, interrupting the tranquility of the summer night.

Castiel's voice came from inside, with a little noise, but very clear. "Dean! Dean! Can you hear it?"

Dean frowned and patted the radio, with an impatient expression on his face. "Castiel? Don't intrude into my dream, I need some private time."

Cass's voice was extremely serious, without the slightest hint of joking. "Listen carefully, this is not a dream."

Dean's movements paused, and his heart sank suddenly.

He looked down at his hands, then around, and whispered three words: "I'm dead."

Cass said calmly, "My condolences."

Dean looked around at the road extending into darkness and asked, "Am I Heaven? Where is Sam? He is here too?"

"First describe to me the scene in front of you." Cass's voice had a bit of electric noise, "Everyone sees the Heaven passage differently. Some people see tunnels, and some people see rivers. If you keep walking along the road you can, you will find Sam."

The signal got worse and worse, the last words "go along the road" disappeared into the sound of electricity, and the radio resumed its humming noise. Dean stared at the dark asphalt road extending in front of him, sighed, and walked forward.

Dean Not long after walking along the road, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

The road disappeared and was replaced by a house with a small courtyard. Warm yellow light came from the windows and the smell of roasted turkey and mashed potatoes wafted out.

He opened the door and walked in. The restaurant was warm and warm. 11-year-old Sam was sitting at the dining table, wearing a clean plaid shirt, feeling uncomfortable all over and picking at the tablecloth awkwardly.

The male host opposite smiled and chatted with him. The little girl with pigtails next to her blushed and pulled her father's sleeves, secretly looking at Sam.

Dean leaned against the door frame and said in a teasing tone, "Hey, you are quite lively here."

Sam suddenly raised his head and saw Dean, with a surprised look on his face. "Dean? Why are you in my dream?"

Dean walked in, glanced at the home-cooked food on the table, and said in a complicated tone, "This is not a dream, this is Heaven. We are dead."

Sam's eyes widened suddenly. He checked twice and looked down at his hands, a little confused. "Heaven? Real or fake? I have done so many wrong things, how could I end up with Heaven?"

Dean patted his arm and softened his tone. "You thought you were doing the right thing at the beginning, so don't worry about it."

He looked around at the strange house and the strange family, and couldn't help but complain, "Is this the level of Heaven? It doesn't even have any fun, it's not at all what I expected. I thought at least there was unlimited beer and burgers."

At this time, the little girl shouted, "Mom, are there any marshmallows in the green beans?"

Sam was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he quickly turned away, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Dean told him that he woke up in the memory of setting off fireworks in 1996. He guessed that Heaven was reliving the happiest moments in his life over and over again.

He raised his eyebrows and teased, "The time when you were 11 years old and flirting with the little girl with braces can be considered the highlight of your life?"

Sam blushed even more and defended. "This is my first time to have a decent Thanksgiving. We've never had anything like this before."

Dean was stunned for a moment, and his tone became darker.

They celebrated Thanksgiving every year, but every time it was a bucket of fried chicken. Dad passed out drunk on the sofa. He had to clean up the mess and watch Sam. There had never been such a stable Thanksgiving Day like a normal family.

Sam lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that Dean was telling the truth, but the stability of someone else's family was indeed what he longed for most when he was a boy - no need to move, no need to practice guns, no need to worry about monsters coming to his door every day, and he could go to school and celebrate festivals like an ordinary child.

In the past, I always felt that a normal family and a stable life was the life he should have. But now, standing here, I feel empty. Without Bobby, without Bai Haorui, no matter how stable it is, it doesn't feel like home.

Suddenly a dazzling white light swept through the window, the house shook slightly, and the cups on the table shook.

The two of them looked at each other and felt something was wrong, so they quickly walked towards the door.

The little girl was still saying happily behind her that the green beans were delicious. They didn't look back and walked faster and faster.

The two of them hid in the empty room next door, and Dean pressed random buttons on the old-fashioned TV in the room until the remote control made a clicking sound.

Sam frowned and asked, "Why are you so crazy?"

Dean pressed the remote control without looking back, shouting as he pressed, "Castiel could contact me through the radio before, maybe the TV can also. Castiel! Castiel! I heard the reply!"

The next second, the TV screen suddenly lit up. In the snowflakes that filled the screen, Castiel's face was looming, and his voice was a little noisy. "I can hear you. The signal is very poor. Please keep your story short."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, I found Sam. Just now a strange light swept over and the house was shaken. What happened?"

Cass immediately became vigilant. "Don't get close to that light. That's Zachariah. He is hunting you down at Heaven. He wants to take you back to force you to agree to become a container."

Dean didn't take it seriously at first and sneered, "Zachariah? He wants to send us back to our bodies just in time to save us from wandering around here."

But Cass interrupted him with an urgent tone, "You are now behind the Heaven barrier. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Find an angel named Joshua."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have seen enough angels in our lives, and we really have no interest in meeting the next one. None of them are reliable."

"Joshua is the only angel who can talk directly to God." Cass's voice was filled with suppressed expectation, "Don't you want to know what God's attitude is? Is he willing to stop Apocalypse?"

Dean choked for a moment and did not retort.

When you are desperate, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you can't help but want to grab it.

Cass continued, "Go along 'Axis Mundi', which is the road that runs through Heaven. Everyone sees it differently. For you two, it is a two-lane asphalt highway. The end of the road is Garden, and Joshua is there. He can take you to see God."

As soon as he finished speaking, the TV went dark and the room returned to darkness.

Sam sighed and asked Dean: "What do you think? Do you really want to find this Joshua?"

Dean twitched his lips, with a bit of self-mockery in his tone. "Then walk along the yellow brick road and look for Mr. Joshua. What else can we do?"

Sam was a little surprised. "Didn't you yell before that you wanted to punch God?"

Dean put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, his eyes a little heavy. "We are at the end of our rope now, God is our only hope. To put it bluntly, people who are desperate can only place their hope in prayer."

At this moment, the two of them felt a faint warmth at the same time, spreading from the heart, refreshing and cool, just like the feeling of Clear Heart Talisman that Bai Haorui had painted for them before and sticking to their bodies. The panic and uneasiness along the way, as well as the tight feeling of being chased by the white light just now, were all like being poured with ice water, and they felt much calmer in an instant.

Dean was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and pressed his heart, and whispered, "It's Haorui... He must know that something happened to us. This is his Clear Heart Art."

Sam nodded, loosened his clenched fingers slightly, and felt more at ease. As long as Bai Haorui is guarding outside, nothing will happen to their bodies, and they still have a way to go back.

The two of them walked out of the room, and the street outside the door disappeared without a trace. There was only a wall in front of them, and an old wardrobe stood beside the wall.

Sam was speechless. "You don't think the road is in the closet, do you? This is too ridiculous."

Dean opened the closet door and pulled out the old clothes inside, and said, "This is Heaven. Memories can come true. Castiel can appear from the TV. There is a road in the closet. It's not the most outrageous thing, okay?"

His fingertips suddenly touched a cold metal toy, and when he took it out, he saw that it was a toy racing track from his childhood. There was also a cartoon sticker of "I Love Hugs" on the track, and the corners were worn white.

The two looked at each other - this is the way.

Sam suppressed the urge to laugh and said, "What's even more outrageous is that when you were a child, you actually liked the 'I love hugging' stickers."

Dean immediately glared at him, the tips of his ears feeling a little hot. "Shut up. Those were posted by my mother."

Walking along the toy track, the scene in front of you suddenly unfolds - the familiar white porch, warm yellow windows, and small steps at the door are their Lawrence's hometown.

It was before the fire, when my mother was still alive.

At this time, Mary's voice came from the kitchen, as gentle as warm water, shouting, "Dean? Are you hungry? Do you want me to cut off the edge of the peanut butter sandwich for you?"

Dean's steps suddenly froze, and his throat became tight, as if it was blocked by something. He responded in a low voice, "Okay."

He turned to Sam and said, his voice a little hoarse. "This is my memory, not yours. Let's leave quickly without wasting time."

Sam touched his arm and said softly, "What's the rush? Just stay for a while. We haven't seen mom for a long time."

The phone rang in the kitchen, and Mary picked up the phone, her tone slowly turning from gentle to cold. It was John who called. She said to the phone, "Let's stop arguing about this. You have two sons at home, so you can't just leave like this. You do this every time, just leave. Have you considered me and the children?"

Dean stood at the door of the kitchen and whispered to Sam, "It was that time when my parents quarreled and my father ran away from home for several days. My father always said that their marriage was perfect, but in fact it was not until my mother passed away that this 'perfection' was truly settled."

The argument on the phone continued, and Mary finally said with a cold face, "Then don't come back, there's nothing more to say."

After hanging up the phone, her shoulders slumped, her back to the door, and she raised her hand to wipe her eyes. Four-year-old Little Dean ran over, hugged her leg, and comforted her in a sweet voice, "Mom, dad still loves you, I love you too, and I will never leave you."

Mary squatted down and hugged him, stroking his hair, with a nasal voice. "You are really my little angel. Do you want to eat pie? Can mommy bake you an apple pie?"

The adult Dean standing at the door lowered his eyes, clenched the corners of his clothes tightly with his fingertips, and his eyes were a little hot.

Sam stood behind him, looking at his back, feeling sour in his heart - he never knew that Dean had been cleaning up the mess left by his father since he was so young, acting as the glue of the family and learning how to coax his mother.

Dean quickly put away his emotions, took a breath, turned around and said, "Let's go." He walked out the door first, walking as fast as he was running away.

The two of them continued walking along the track, and suddenly they heard the sound of a dog barking, "woof, woof," which sounded a little cheerful.

Sam paused, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted in surprise, "Bones!" and ran towards the dog.

A yellow-haired native dog jumped into his arms with its tail wagging, and its wet nose rubbed his hand.

Sam squatted down and rubbed its head, smiling so much that his eyebrows stretched out. It was a rare and unburdened smile.

Dean stood there, a little confused. Bones is Sam's dog? This is Flagstaff? Why doesn't he have any impression at all?

Sam said without raising his head, "This is a good memory of mine. I ran away and stayed alone for two weeks, living on onion rings and soda drinks. No one cared about me. I was very comfortable. Bones was a stray dog I picked up on the roadside and stayed with me for several days."