Mary's voice wrapped around you like a poisonous snake. "Everyone will leave you, Dean, haven't you noticed? Dad, mom, even Sam will leave. Have you ever thought about why? Maybe it's not their problem, maybe the problem is you. You are a disaster, and no one who stays with you will end well."
Dean turned his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and his fists clenched loudly.
Zachariah's laughter came from the side. He clapped his hands and walked out of the shadows with a joking look on his face. "Don't be angry, little kitten. This is just the beginning. There will be more fun later."
Dean gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastard. Come at me if you can, but don't make trouble with my mother."
Zachariah looked at Sam and smiled even more obscenely, "I quite like Mary. It would be quite interesting if I could keep teasing you with this face."
Dean was so angry that his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to quarrel without giving in at all. "You may be proud of yourself, you are so bald. Even if you have six pairs of wings and four faces in Heaven, one of which is a lion's face, in my eyes you are still bald. A waste who can only hide in illusions and play dirty tricks."
Zachariah's smile disappeared and his expression darkened.
He was too lazy to talk any more and got down to business. "I don't have the patience to waste time with you. Anyway, no matter whether you answer or not, I will torture you endlessly. This matter has nothing to do with the mission anymore, it is a personal grudge. You have embarrassed me in front of all the angels."
He snapped his fingers, and two angel men immediately stepped forward, lifted Dean up and pressed it against the wall. Zachariah punched Dean hard on the stomach. Dean groaned, bent over in pain, and was pulled straight again.
Zachariah stared at him, his eyes full of resentment, pouring out his own bitterness, blaming the ridicule from other angels and the scolding from his superiors on the two brothers, and vowed to haunt them forever, so that they would never have peace in Heaven.
Just when he was about to take action again, a gentle male voice came from the door, very soft, but with unquestionable power. "Excuse me, sir?"
Zachariah turned around impatiently and said in a fierce tone, "Didn't you see that I'm in a meeting? Get out!"
There was a man standing at the door, about fifty years old, wearing khaki work clothes, holding a pair of gardening shears in his hand, with some dirt and grass clippings on his hands. His eyebrows were gentle, his temperament was as calm as a deep well water, and there was no trace of the airs of an angel.
His tone was polite but unquestionable. "Sorry, I have to talk to these two."
Zachariah sneered, with disdain on his face. "Who do you think you are, a flower gardener, and you deserve to ask me for it?"
The man nodded, his tone still calm. "I am indeed not qualified, but the boss is. This is the boss's order."
Zachariah's face changed, and he insisted that he was lying, but the man looked at him calmly, with no wave in his eyes. "If you don't believe me, you can refuse me and give it a try. When the boss comes back, you know best what his anger feels like."
Zachariah's face turned blue and white, and he clenched his fists. Finally, he gritted his teeth and got out of the way. He gave Dean a fierce look and reluctantly disappeared with his men.
The light flashed, and the two brothers stood in a green Garden.
There are neatly trimmed lawns everywhere, with unknown flowers blooming, and the air smells of grass and earth. Sam looked around, a little disappointed. "Is this Heaven Garden? It looks just ordinary, just like Cleveland Botanical Garden."
A man's voice sounded from behind, "Here, people will see what they want to see. Some people saw the throne of God, and some saw Garden of Eden. What you two saw was Cleveland Botanical Garden, where you went on spring outings when you were children."
Dean turned to look at him, already having the answer in his heart, "You are Joshua."
The man nodded and wiped the grass clippings from the gardening shears. "I am."
Sam immediately asked, with a bit of urgency. "Can you really talk to God? Where is he? We want to see him."
"Most of the time, God talks to me." Joshua smiled, "God is in the human world."
Both of them were stunned.
Dean asked him what he was doing in the world and where he was specifically. Joshua shook his head and said that they did not communicate face to face, God only occasionally said a few words to him.
Sam frowned and asked why God chose to talk to him. Joshua smiled and said maybe it was because they were both gardeners, and God sometimes felt lonely.
Dean rolled his eyes, suppressed the disappointment in his heart, and asked him to help carry the message, saying that Apocalypse had already begun, Lucifer was coming soon, and humans needed help.
Joshua interrupted him, his tone was very calm, but it was like a thunder blast in their ears. "God has told you a long time ago - 'Stay back'."
Dean didn't react for a moment. "What?"
Joshua calmly repeated, "God knows everything, knows what the angels are doing, knows that Apocalypse has been turned on, but he feels that this is not his problem. This is a mess made by humans and angels, and it is yours to clean up."
Dean's voice rose suddenly, with incredible anger. "It's not his problem? He is God! He created all of this! Did he watch the world be destroyed before his eyes?"
"God has already saved you." Joshua looked at him and counted God's intervention in detail: surviving the plane crash, Castiel being resurrected, and being able to enter Heaven after death. "You have done so many wrong things, and he is still willing to do this. This is the most intervention he has done in a long time. He will not take care of it anymore."
He paused and added, "With or without the magic amulet, you can't find him. He doesn't want to be found, and no one can find him."
Sam became anxious and took a step forward. "But he can stop all this! He can prevent all disasters with just one word! He can save everyone! Why doesn't he do it?"
Joshua:"Of course he can, but he can't."
Sam asked why, and Joshua asked, "Then why did God allow evil to exist from the beginning? People will go crazy if they think about this kind of question. He has his reasons, and we can't figure it out."
Dean laughed, with complete disappointment and a bit of self-deprecation. "So he is going to stand by and watch the world burn to ashes? Another irresponsible dad who only makes excuses, right? I have long been used to it. I can handle it myself."
"But you know in your heart that you may not be able to survive this time." Joshua's voice was very soft and a little apologetic, "You can't kill the devil, you are losing confidence in yourself and your brother, and now even God's road is cut off. God is your last hope. I... I really wish I could tell you another answer."
Sam frowned and questioned whether he was telling the truth and whether it was a trap set by Zachariah.
Joshua sincerely said that he was on their side, but he was just a hedge trimmer and couldn't do much more.
Dean was silent for a few seconds, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and asked, "Then what should we do next? Just go back like this?"
Joshua: "It's time for you to go home. But this time is different - God wants you to remember all this. Remember Heaven, remember what I said, remember his choice."
The dazzling white light suddenly exploded, flooding the entire Garden.
It was eerily quiet in the hotel in the early morning, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall. The thunder outside the window had long since stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing across the billboard.
Bai Haorui sat cross-legged between the two beds, with a faint purple-gold halo glowing all over his body. True Gang was continuously input into the two brothers' bodies, protecting their heart veins. He had been there for almost two hours, with a little sweat on his forehead, and Lotus Seal between his eyebrows kept shining with a pale golden light.
Bobby was leaning against the window and smoking a cigar. The cigarette butts went out and several cigarette butts were thrown on the ground.
Castiel paced back and forth anxiously, glancing at the person on the bed from time to time.
Suddenly, Sam opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air, like a drowning man just surfacing. He sat up propped up on the mattress, his chest heaving violently, and subconsciously touched his chest - where the bullet hit, there was only a slight scar left.
Immediately after there was a muffled cough from the side, Dean also sat up and looked down at his chest. The blood on his back soaked into his shirt. It was the wound from the bullet, but most of the wound had healed, leaving only a dull pain.
Sam panted and turned to ask Dean: "Are you okay?"
Dean twitched his lips, his voice still a little hoarse. "What is the definition of okay? If you die and come back to life, does it count as okay?"
Castiel immediately came over and placed his fingertips on their foreheads, a faint light of holy power flashed through. After checking, he breathed a sigh of relief, "The souls are back in place, the wounds have healed, it's okay."
Bai Haorui slowly stopped the exercise and opened his eyes, which looked a little tired.
Seeing that the two of them had woken up, the wrinkles between his eyebrows relaxed and his tone was very calm. "It'll be fine when you wake up."
Bobby pinched a cigar and walked over, cursing in his mouth, but his eyes relaxed. "You two little bastards are scary to death. If you are so careless next time, you won't even know if someone comes into the room. I won't take care of you."
The two brothers calmed down and leaned on the bed, telling each other about Heaven's experience.
From traveling through memories, to Zachariah's fantasy torture, to Ash's shortcut, and finally when it comes to Joshua - God doesn't care.
The room instantly became quiet.
The ticking sound of the clock is extremely clear.
Castiel's face turned pale little by little, as white as paper.
He believed in God so devoutly, searched for God so hard, disobeyed orders, fell into the world, and tried his best to stop Apocalypse, and finally got this answer.
He took out the amulet for God from his pocket with trembling hands. His fingertips were shaking and his voice was hoarse. "I don't need this anymore. It's worthless."
He raised his hand and threw the amulet to Dean. Dean reached out to catch it, looked down at the pendant in his palm, and said nothing.
Sam shouted "Cas", trying to stop him, but the sound of flapping wings sounded, and in a flash of white light, Castiel had disappeared.
Sam threw the shirt on the bed irritably, turned to look at Dean, and said with a bit of unwillingness, "We can find other ways to stop this. God doesn't care, we will find a way ourselves."
Dean didn't say anything, didn't look at him, got up and walked to the door.
When he reached the door, he paused, raised his hand and threw the amulet into the trash can next to the door. The metal pendant hit the wall of the bucket and made a crisp sound.
He didn't look back, opened the door and walked out.
Sam stood there, taking a deep breath, with sadness in his eyes, but still clenching his fists, with no intention of giving up.
Dean leaned on the railing outside the hotel, blowing the cold morning wind.
It was almost dawn, and there was a bit of fish belly white in the east, and the horizon in the distance slowly lightened up, but his heart felt like a big stone was weighing on him, making him unable to breathe.
There were footsteps behind him, and Bai Haorui came over and handed him a bottle of cold beer. There were water droplets on the beer can, which was ice cold. Dean took it and pulled the tab, and the beer foam poured out and flowed down the can.
"God doesn't care, it's normal." Bai Haorui leaned on the railing, looking at the sky in the distance, his voice was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, "It all depends on the person. If everything is decided by him, what is the difference between that person and a puppet?"
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and took a sip of beer. "You already knew that?"
"Guess." Bai Haorui turned to look at him, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, "If God is in charge of everything, then what's the point of hunting demons, cultivating, and working hard? The four qualities of free will A word, isn't it just because no one chooses for you, talent is precious? Apocalypse is not destined, Lucifer is not invincible. God doesn't care, we do."
He paused and added, "The Daoist saying that 'my fate is up to me and not up to God' is never empty talk. Fate is something that is meant to be broken."
Dean took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid slid down his throat. The feeling of congestion in his heart dissipated a little. He turned his head and looked at Bai Haorui, and then looked at the bright lights in the room - Sam was inside, Bobby was inside, they were all there.
He is not the only one to carry it.
Bobby also walked out, put his coat on his arm, and sighed, "Okay, don't blow the cold wind here. There is still a long way to go, go step by step. God is unreliable, just a few of us can be relied on. We have been through all the ups and downs over the years, and we still need this little thing?"
At this time Sam also came out, standing on the steps, clenching his fists, his eyes very firm, like a fire. "Even if there are only a few of us, we will definitely find a way."
Dean looked at the three of them, his eyes slowly turning from empty to hard, like tempered iron.
He nodded and threw the empty beer bottle into the trash can next to him. His voice was deep but powerful. "Okay. Then it's up to us."
It was getting brighter, and the morning light spread across the rooftops of the town and fell on the four people.
Bai Haorui raised his head and looked at the sky. The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows was almost invisible in the morning light. He knew that the most difficult road had just begun.