Rest

"Are you David·Pastor Gideon?" Castiel spoke in a calm tone.

The priest raised his head warily and looked at the stranger. "Who are you?"

"I am the angel of the Lord." Castiel said.

The pastor sneered and didn't believe it at all, "Angel? Now everyone dares to say that he is an angel."

Castiel No nonsense, he snapped his fingers.

The pastor instantly felt his whole body sinking, as if he was being held down by an invisible force, unable to move or even lift his fingers.

His expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of shock when he looked at Castiel - the other person didn't lie, he was really an angel.

Dean pulled up a chair and sat down, looked at him, and spoke softly, but with unquestionable firmness. "Listen, we know this is hard to accept. But Leah is not your daughter, she is the murderer of your daughter. She is Whore of Babylon, and she is a monster."

The pastor shook his head desperately, his lips trembling. "It's impossible... that's my daughter..."

"You've actually known it for a long time, haven't you?" Dean looked into his eyes, "You've been suspicious since she started talking about purging sinners."

Sam added, "If she doesn't take action, she will kill everyone. The remaining people will also be dragged into Hell by her."

The pastor's voice was trembling. He looked at the cypress stake on the table and his hands kept shaking. "Why... why does it have to be me?"

"Because you are Heaven's servant." Castiel said firmly, "Only you can kill her."

The pastor looked at the cypress stake, his eyes struggling.

On one side is his daughter's face, on the other side is the life of the whole town, and on the other side is the conscience that he has adhered to all his life.

Finally, with trembling hands, he picked up the wooden stake. His eyes were full of pain, but he nodded slowly.

As midnight approached, the four of them sneaked into the side hall of the church.

The side hall was dimly lit, with only a little light coming from the corridor.

Leah stood with his back to the door, as if he had known they would come.

The plan was simple: Castiel took the first step to restrain her, and the priest took the opportunity to pierce her heart with a cypress stake.

Castiel gently opened the door and walked in first, saying in a calm tone, "Hello, Whore."

Leah turned around suddenly. When she saw them, not only did she not panic, she even smiled.

Her eyes swept around and finally landed on Pastor Gideon. She instantly put on a hurt and aggrieved expression, and her voice was soft and crying, "Dad, how could you do this to me? I am Leah, your daughter."

The pastor's hand holding the wooden stake suddenly paused, and fierce hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Even if he knew she was a fake, even if he knew she was a murderer, that face was exactly the same as his daughter's, those eyes, and that voice were all familiar to him.

How could he do it?

It was this moment of hesitation that ruined things.

The grievance on Leah's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold smile. She opened her mouth and recited the Enochian spell, her voice sharp and harsh.

Castiel felt like being hit hard in an instant. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground. His whole body twitched and curled up in pain. The angel's power was suppressed in front of this evil spell.

"Cass!" Sam yelled and wanted to help him, but Leah raised his hand and an invisible force hit him hard, knocking Sam, Dean and the pastor away and hitting the wall hard.

Leah turned around, opened the door, and ran into the church hall.

"Damn it!" Dean coughed twice, climbed up on the wall, cursed through gritted teeth, and chased after him. He knew this would happen.

But if it were him, facing a face that was exactly the same as that of his family member, it would probably be difficult for him to do anything.

The church hall instantly became a mess.

Leah ran to the altar and screamed at the townspeople in the audience with a sharp voice, "They are demons! They are all demons! The priest is possessed by demons! Kill them!"

The townspeople were instantly in a panic. They picked up their guns one after another and pointed them at Winchester Brothers and the priest who rushed out. The muzzles of the guns were shaking, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

"Rob, Jane!" Leah shouted to the crowd, "Go and burn the sinners in the storage room! Go now!"

Rob and Jane immediately picked up the kerosene barrel in the corner and ran towards the storage room.

"Sam! Stop them!" Dean shouted, and he rushed towards Leah.

Sam immediately turned around and chased Rob.

Rob rushed over with his fists raised, but Sam sidestepped and punched him in the face, knocking him down.

Jane struck the match like crazy, Sam held down her wrist with her backhand and knocked the match to the ground.

"Let me go! I want to see Dylan!" Jane struggled crazily, crying, and scratched Sam's arm with her nails.

Sam pressed her, his voice was deep but powerful. "Your son doesn't want to see you become a murderer. Jane, Dylan doesn't want to see you like this."

Jane was stunned for a moment, and the kerosene barrel in her hand clattered to the ground.

She collapsed on the ground, covering her face and crying heartily. All her fanaticism and obsession were shattered to pieces at this moment.

On the other side, Dean and Leah were struggling together.

Leah is extremely powerful, not at all the strength of an ordinary woman.

She knocked Dean to the ground, grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground, tightening her fingers tighter and tighter.

The cypress stake fell out of Dean's hand and fell to the side, only one step away from his hand.

"Are you worthy of being Heaven's servant? Poor thing." Leah pinched him and sneered again and again, his tone full of contempt, "You are a little person with low self-esteem and no faith. You will just watch the world being destroyed and nothing will change."

Dean was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe, his face turned red from the suffocation, and his vision began to blur. He stretched out his hand and tried his best to reach the wooden stake, and his fingertips brushed the end of the wooden stake again and again.

Many images flashed through my mind: Dylan's face lying in a pool of blood, the blood splatters on Paul's chest, Jane's crazy eyes, and the words Bai Haorui once said - my fate is up to me.

Go to hell Heaven servant, go to hell with your fate.

He is not a chosen vessel, he is just Dean·Winchester. He must never let this monster continue to harm others.

The fingertips finally touched the end of the wooden stake. Dean grabbed it suddenly and used all his strength to plunge it into Leah's chest and twisted it deeply. He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse but cruel voice, "Don't be too sure, bitch."

Leah's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he looked down at the wooden stake on his chest in disbelief.

Her body began to glow, and there was fire burning under her skin. The human face gradually distorted and fester, revealing the true face of the monster.

The cypress stake ignited with golden flames, and with a shrill scream, her body exploded and turned into ash and dissipated into the air.

The hall fell silent instantly. The townspeople were dumbfounded and stood there blankly, with the guns in their hands hanging down.

Jane sat slumped on the ground, muttering to herself, with empty eyes. "Then... how do we get to the paradise now?"

Dean gasped and stood up, with clear pinch marks on his neck.

He looked at her coldly, his tone without any warmth. "I think you are going to another place."

At this moment, the church door was pushed open, and the night wind blew in the chill.

Bai Haorui stood at the door, still carrying the lingering warmth of True Fire. His clothes were raised slightly, and the purple-gold light slowly faded around him. He rushed back at full speed, and when he arrived, he happened to see Leah turn into fly ash and scatter.

He frowned and walked quickly into the hall, his eyes quickly scanning the whole place - there were clear pinch marks on Dean's neck, the corners of Sam's mouth were a little broken, and Castiel was still paralyzed on the ground gasping for air. Although he was in a mess, his life was not in danger.

The hanging heart finally fell.

"Can you wait a little later?" Dean twitched his lips when he saw him, his voice still a little hoarse.

Bai Haorui walked over and gently touched Dean's pulse with his fingertips. After confirming that it was just a loss of strength and no internal injuries, he took back his hand. His voice was a little deep, with self-blame. "You fell into a trap. Lead me out in batches and divert the tiger away from the mountain. I was careless."

He looked at the pinch marks on Dean's neck and frowned even more.

He was actually held back by such a little trick and failed to see through the opponent's true nature in time, putting the two brothers in danger.

"I don't blame you." Sam came over and shook his head, "Who would have thought that she would hide in a small town and pretend to be a prophet."

Bai Haorui said no more, and raised his hand to hit a few Clear Heart Talisman. The light golden talisman turned into light spots, falling on Jane and several emotionally broken townspeople respectively. The light spots sank into the body, and the restless emotions of the townspeople slowly calmed down, and their eyes became clearer, no longer as crazy as before.

Castiel also recovered and stood up holding on to the wall. When he saw Bai Haorui, he nodded and said nothing more, but his face was still ugly.

God doesn't care, Heaven is so bad, even this kind of monster can come out to cause trouble, and he is very worried.

Things calmed down, and the townspeople scattered outside the church in despair.

Some people were squatting on the ground crying, some were standing blankly, and some were hugging the people around them.

Sam walked up to Dean with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask.

Cass said that only Heaven's servant could kill her, but Dean did it.

Has he... already promised Michael? Has he become Heaven's person?

Dean could see through what he was thinking at a glance. He patted Sam's arm and said in a serious tone, "Sam, don't think nonsense. I didn't agree. Okay? I won't agree."

Sam looked into his eyes, trying to discern some clues, but Dean's eyes were calm and magnanimous.

He could only nod and suppress his uneasiness for the time being.

Bai Haorui stood aside and glanced at Dean. He could feel the Heaven mark on Dean's body fluctuating, but his soul and will were very stable and had not been eroded in the slightest.

"You can kill her because your intention is to save people, not to be Heaven's servant." Bai Haorui said calmly, his voice was not loud, but it was very meaningful, "Don't think too much. Evil prevails over good, that's the truth."

Dean was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and the knot in his heart relaxed a little.

When the four of them returned to the motel, it was almost dawn.

There was a fish belly white outside the window, the lights in the room were dim, and a mess of equipment was spread out on the table.

Castiel sat at the table, holding the remaining half bottle of wine, drinking one after another, still feeling depressed.

He muttered that God doesn't care, Heaven sucks, his tone was full of confusion.

Sam was sitting by the bed organizing the equipment, glancing at Dean from time to time, feeling a little worried.

Bai Haorui sat cross-legged and meditated by the window, running Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art to restore True Gang. His Divine Sense swept across the town again, confirming that there was no residual evil energy, and then slowly stopped, and the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows completely disappeared.

In the middle of the night, Dean was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, and his mind was filled with tonight's events. Dylan's death, Paul's blood, Jane's madness, Leah's ridicule... the pictures flashed over and over again, making him breathless.

He turned over and looked at the sleeping Sam, feeling heavy in his heart.

He was too tired. After coming back from Hell, he had been running, fighting, and carrying. He seemed to have never stopped, and he did not dare to stop.

But now, it seems that he really can't hold it any longer.

He quietly got up, took his coat and car keys, wrote a note and put it on the bedside table, saying that he would go out to do some errands and would be back soon.

As soon as I walked to the door, Bai Haorui's voice came, very soft but very clear. "Where are you going?"

Dean paused and turned around, a little embarrassed, like a kid who was caught. "Go see someone and make sure you're safe. I'll be back soon."

Bai Haorui looked at him without questioning or stopping him. He raised his hand and threw a yellow talisman to Dean, which was a communication talisman.

"Be safe. Crush it if something happens."

Dean reached out to catch it, nodded, opened the door and walked out.

Bai Haorui looked at his back and sighed softly. The string will break if it is stretched too tight.

He was too tired, so he could go and take a breather. If the sky fell, they would still hold up.

The residential area was very quiet in the early morning. The warm yellow light of the street lamp fell on the yard, and even the chirping of insects was very light.

Dean drove to the door of Lisa's house, got out of the car, stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Lisa stood at the door. When he saw it was him, his face was full of surprise. "Dean?"

Dean stood at the door, a little embarrassed, and his eyes could not hide the tiredness.

His voice was very soft and a little hoarse. "Hi, Lisa. I know, it's a long story. I'm tired, Lisa. I'm tired of making wrong decisions all the time, tired of running around. I... I want to try. No matter how much time we have left, I want to try to live a normal life."

He didn't dare to look into Lisa's eyes, like a child begging for sweets, with a bit of desperate vulnerability.

Lisa looked at him, her eyes slowly softening. She opened the door sideways, showing a gentle smile, "Come in."

Dean nodded and walked into the house. The door closed gently behind him, and the light of the street lamp cast a long shadow behind him, as if the darkness of the apocalypse was temporarily blocked from the door.

He leaned behind the door, closed his eyes, and felt a rare moment of peace in his heart. But he felt a little uneasy, feeling that he was escaping. I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Haorui.

Just rest for a short while, he said to himself in his mind. Just for a short while. When I recover, I will go back and carry it with them.

The next morning, the sky was bright. The sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin trace of light on the floor.

Sam woke up and found that the bed next to him was empty. He felt nervous and saw the note on the bedside table at a glance. He picked it up and read it. He panicked and quickly got up to find Bai Haorui.

Bai Haorui is sitting at the table making tea. The tea is steaming and the fragrance is lingering.

"Where has he gone?" Sam's voice was a little urgent.

Bai Haorui pushed a cup of tea in front of him and said calmly, "I'm going to see an old friend. I'll be back soon."

Sam opened his mouth, a little angry, thinking how could Dean run around at this time.

But when I thought about it again, I felt very distressed.

Dean is under too much pressure. He hasn't really rested since Hell came back. He is also a human being, not made of iron.

"Let him go." Bai Haorui picked up the tea cup and looked out the window, "The string will break if it is stretched too tight. He knows it well and will not really abandon us."

Sam took the tea, nodded silently, and looked out the window.