The xenon headlights of Impala split through the darkness, ran over the potholes on the road, and raised up fine gravel.
The car was speeding along the deserted county road, and the low roar of the engine was particularly clear in the empty night.
Dean's knuckles gripping the steering wheel turned white, and his jawline stretched into a cold arc.
His eyes were staring at the road ahead, but his eyes were unfocused, as if they had penetrated the windshield and fell back under the Heaven dome a few days ago.
God's answer was like a thin needle, silently piercing the confidence he had held on for a long time - even the Creator stood by and watched. What on earth were these mortals carrying with their daggers and salt-guns?
Sam in the passenger seat was leaning sideways, his left shoulder stiff from an old injury, and there was a light brown blood mark under the collar of his shirt.
His fingertips traced the demon's movements intercepted on the tablet, and the cold light of the screen reflected on his frowning eyebrows.
Every few seconds, he would glance sideways at Dean. After returning from Heaven, Dean talked a lot less. He no longer made jokes or cursed. There was only an almost numb calmness, which was more frightening than rage.
Bai Haorui in the back seat had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his mahogany sword lying across his knees, and his clothes hanging down like still water. Suddenly, the pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows flashed imperceptibly, and the purple-gold brilliance in his eyes was fleeting. His Divine Sense spread out like mercury, crossing the fields and forest belts, and accurately locked the abnormal movement fifteen kilometers away in the northwest - the black energy of thirty or forty demons twisted into a ball, the energy fluctuations were thick and ferocious, and they were moving along the path in the direction of Blue Earth.
Something is wrong.
Bai Haorui frowned slightly.
They gathered together on such a large scale and took the initiative to gather in a small town.
If these demons were allowed to rush in, with the abilities of ordinary townspeople, the town would definitely be massacred.
Dean and Sam have angel seal runes on their bodies to cover their auras. There will be no danger for the time being if they settle in the town first. These main forces must be intercepted first.
"Dean, the first two kilometers is Blue Earth." Bai Haorui opened his eyes and said in a steady voice, like throwing stones in a cold pool, "You drive in first and find a place to stay. There are a large number of demons coming to the town from the northwest. I will clear them out. I will join you after dealing with them. There are also a few behind the car that you should deal with."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean you go by yourself?" Dean suddenly came back to his senses and was about to turn around to retort when the car door behind him was pushed open.
The night wind carried the smell of grass and trees into the car. The moment Bai Haorui tiptoed the ground, he stepped on Seven Stars Gang Steps.
Dubhe and Merak landed one after another, and their bodies turned into a pale purple-gold afterimage. After a few ups and downs, they melted into the thick black shadow of the trees. They didn't even stir up much dust when they landed. It was exactly the Daoist Seven Stars Shadow Escape's movement technique. When Dean stepped on the brakes and turned around, only the empty back seat was left, and Bai Haorui's clothes could not be seen.
"This guy..." Dean smacked his lips, closed the door and stepped on the accelerator again. Suddenly, there was a deafening roar of the engine behind him.
Three modified off-road pickup trucks rushed out of the side road, their headlights blinding people, biting the rear of Impala.
The car window was lowered, and instead of a gun barrel, what stuck out was a gray-black claw, with dried blood embedded in the nails, and a strong smell of sulfur flowed into the car window along with the wind.
"Damn it! It's a devil!" Sam touched the salt gun beside his leg, and the wound on his left shoulder made him gasp.
Dean turned the steering wheel fiercely, Impala drew a dangerous arc on the road, but suddenly a burning semi-trailer came across the intersection ahead. The flames shot up more than two meters high, and the charred front of the vehicle blocked the entire road.
As the tires screeched against the ground, the car suddenly stopped. The windows on both sides were smashed at the same time. Hands with a stench of sulfur reached in and grabbed the brothers' arms.
"Fuck!" Dean slammed his elbow into the demon's face, and Bones made a muffled sound when they collided. Sam endured the pain in his shoulders to reach for the salt gun, but the demon was so strong that half of his body leaned in, and his sharp claws had already touched his neck.
At this moment, a more powerful engine sound rushed from the side. A modified water tanker suddenly swerved over, and the high-pressure water cannon on the roof suddenly sprayed out. Water jets mixed with holy water were poured on the demons. "Hi!" There was a harsh sound, and the demons screamed and retracted their hands, white smoke rising from their skin, as if strong acid had been poured on them.
A man's low chanting voice came from the loudspeaker, speaking very fast, and it sounded like the exorcism spell Enochian. The demon on the ground curled up and twitched, black smoke came out of its seven orifices, and soon became limp and motionless.
Dean held on to the car door and gasped, with some glass shards on his face. He looked at the water tanker and the pickup trucks that stopped one after another, raised his eyebrows and whistled. "Okay, this kind of battle is really rare."
The leading man jumped off the off-road vehicle. He was tall, with broad shoulders, wearing camouflage work clothes, with lines carved by wind and frost on his face, and a modified shotgun on his waist.
His name is Rob, and he is the leader of this team. He walked over and briefly glanced at the scene to confirm that all the demons were resolved, then turned around and headed back to the car.
"Hey, wait a minute." Dean called him, patted the dust on his body, "Thanks. Who are you?"
Rob turned around, with no expression on his face, but a sense of pride in his tone. "St. Covenant Lutheran Militia." He paused and glanced at the black smoke on the ground, "Those are demons. It's Apocalypse time now, there's nothing to make a fuss about."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Sam walked to the trunk, opened the cover, and revealed the neatly arranged salt gun, holy water, demon dagger, and a stack of rune papers. "We are peers."
Dean leaned against the car, glanced at the equipment on the other side's car, and knocked on the door with his fingertips. "Your equipment is not something that ordinary militiamen can get. We happen to be entering the town too, why not cooperate?"
Rob hesitated for a few seconds, looked at their professional demon hunting equipment, and finally nodded. "Follow up."
The convoy avoided the burning semi-trailer along the service road and drove deeper into the town.
Blue Earth It's quieter than expected. Most of the shops on the street are closed, with only a few windows lit up. The dim light of the street lamps falls on the empty sidewalk, giving off a sense of depression about the impending rain.
The motorcade finally stopped at the entrance of the Covenant Luther Church in the center of the town.
The exterior wall of the wooden church is rustic and mottled. A huge Devil's Trap is spray-painted with white paint on the sidewalk at the door. The lines are neat. Two townspeople holding rifles are guarding the door, their eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance. Hymns can be faintly heard in the church, mixed with the occasional sound of gun bolts, and there is an indescribable weirdness in the solemnity.
A red-haired woman was leaning against the car door, looking haggard, but with tenacity in her eyes.
Her name was Jane, and she was the wife of Rob. When she saw the young man walking over, she reached out and patted him on the arm. "Dylan, this is a church, take off your headphones."
The boy's name was Dylan. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with messy blond hair, headphones hanging around his neck, and a hint of adolescent rebelliousness on his face.
He curled his lips, pulled down the earphones, and glanced at Winchester Brothers curiously. His eyes lit up when they fell on Impala.
Walking into the church hall, Dean raised his eyebrows - there were actually three couples standing in front of the altar. Their wedding dresses and suits were not exquisite, but they were neatly packed.
The audience was filled with townspeople, and everyone held a gun in their arms, with the muzzle hanging casually by their feet, as if they were attending a pre-war mobilization rally instead of a wedding.
Pastor Gideon stood by the altar. He was in his fifties, with half gray hair, and a gentle smile on his face. He was wearing an orthodox priest's robe, but with a bulging pistol on his waist. He looked at the people in the audience and said in a loud voice, "Apocalypse has given birth to so many romances, which can be regarded as an unexpected gift. Marriage and family are the last fortresses given to us by God."
There was a burst of low laughter from the audience, and someone whistled.
"Wedding? You're right?" Dean leaned into Sam's ear, his voice was very low, there was a bit of joking in his tone, but there was no smile in his eyes.
A man with a beard next to him heard it and answered with a smile, "This is the eighth game this week. It's the end of the world. If you want to get married, get married as soon as possible. Who knows if you will survive tomorrow." The crowd laughed a few times, as if they were talking about a normal thing.
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't answer any more.
He felt a little embarrassed - it was the end of the world, and these people still dared to make promises to each other.
If it were him, he wouldn't even know if he could survive tomorrow, so how could he dare to promise the future to anyone so easily.
The wedding ended quickly, and Rob took the brothers to see the pastor.
Pastor Gideon stretched out his hand cheerfully, his palms covered with calluses from years of holding guns. "Brothers Winchester? I've heard of you."
"I hope they are good words." Dean smiled bitterly, "We just want to know why the devil is staring at this town?"
The pastor shrugged, did not answer directly, turned around and led them towards the basement.
The basement was transformed into a temporary command center, with more than a dozen tables put together, filled with holy water jars, salt bags, and disassembled bullet casings. Even children aged twelve or thirteen were sitting on small benches, counting lead bullets seriously and filling salt into the bullet casings. A map of the town was hung on the wall, with several locations where demons were circled in red pen.
Dean's eyes widened when he saw it. He reached out and bumped Sam's arm and pointed at the child who was immersed in loading bullets in the distance. There was a bit of disbelief in his tone, "You are loading bullets at the age of twelve?"
"The whole town is like this." Pastor Gideon said matter-of-factly, "Apocalypse is here, no one can hide behind it."
Dean whistled and leaned against the table. "There are a whole town of witchers. I don't know whether I should run away or buy a house here."
Sam was not as relaxed as he was. He frowned and took a step forward. "Why don't you contact the National Guard? And who taught you your Enochian exorcism spell? It is impossible for ordinary believers to know this."
The smile on the pastor's face faded a little, he hesitated for a few seconds, and finally shook his head. "I can't say this."
At this moment, a young girl came down the stairs. Her name was Leah, and she was the daughter of Pastor Gideon. She was in her early twenties, with long light brown hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.
She looked at the two brothers with a smile and said softly, "Sam and Dean·Winchester. You are safe, don't be nervous."
"How do you know who we are?" Dean raised his eyebrows, alert for a moment, and unconsciously leaned his hand on the dagger behind his waist.
Leah smiled, took two steps forward, glanced at their chests, and said calmly, "The angel told me. And the angel sealing runes on your ribs are very hidden."
Sam's heart skipped a beat. This girl is definitely not simple.
Dean sneered, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone. "It's just like the angels again. If you use people as weapons, you have to be grateful, right?"
Leah was not angry, but nodded calmly. "The angels will tell me the devil's movements in advance, as well as ways to fight back, and they will never miss it. They are protecting this town."
Pastor Gideon added next to him, with a bit of pride on his face. "Leah is the chosen prophet and the hope of all of us."
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't answer any more.
After coming out of the church, the brothers turned into the only bar still open in the town.
The bar is called Paul's Bar. The lights are dim, the tile floor is sticky, and the air is mixed with the smell of beer and tobacco. There are seven or eight townspeople sitting there, all talking in low voices.
The man cleaning the glasses behind the bar is Paul, a middle-aged uncle with a beer belly and a cynical and casual look on his face. He is one of the few people in town who dares to say weird things.
Sam took out his mobile phone and called Castiel. The receiver beeped a few times and was transferred to the voicemail. Castiel's confused and serious voice came out. "I don't understand, why do you want me to give my name? Do I need to give my name to the voicemail too?"
Sam helplessly held his forehead and left a message into the receiver. "Cass, it's me, Sam. We are at Blue Earth in Minnesota. Something happened and we need help. If you receive the message, come over as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Sam sat down next to Dean. Dean just took the beer from Paul and took a big sip. The cold liquid slid down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the depression in his heart.
"What do you think?" Sam tilted his head and asked him, "Why do all the demons come here?"
Dean shook his head casually, eyes blank, staring at the wine rack behind the bar, obviously not interested. "Who knows."
Sam lowered his voice and frowned tightly. "I think they are coming for the prophetess. The angel pushed her forward to do their dirty work for them. These townspeople have no idea what kind of muddy water they are wading in. If this continues, sooner or later they will be torn into pieces."
Dean put down the wine glass, and the glass hit the wooden bar with a soft sound. His tone was frighteningly calm, as if he was talking about today's weather. "Sooner or later we will all die, Sam. Probably One month, two months at most. This is the end of the world." He paused, his eyes drifting to the dark night outside the window, "But at least these people didn't panic and prepared to retreat in an orderly manner. I think... it's not a bad thing."