Dean woke up on the sofa, with a headache as if he had been hit repeatedly with a blunt object, and the back of his neck was also very sore.
He sat up on the sofa, rubbed his forehead and looked around: Bobby was sitting on the old armchair opposite, spinning an empty beer bottle in his hand; Sam and Cass were standing nearby, neither of them looking good; Bai Haorui was leaning against the kitchen door frame, holding a bowl of dark brown soup in his hand and blowing hot air slowly. The aroma of the medicine drifted from there.
"You can't give up, kid." Dean was about to speak out, but Bobby said in a deep voice.
Dean suddenly sneered, with a strong sense of ridicule and exhaustion, and replied with a stiff neck, "You are not my dad, and you have not been in my situation. Of course your back will not hurt when you stand and talk."
Bobby was not angry. He just reached out and took out a brass bullet from his pocket and placed it on the wooden table between the two of them. The metal collided with the table and made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet living room.
"What is that?" Dean frowned and stared at the bullet, raising his eyes in confusion.
"This is the bullet I originally planned to put into my own head." Bobby's voice was calm, but it carried a heavy weight, like a stone pressing on people's hearts. "When Karen died, I looked at it every morning and thought, 'Maybe I should end everything today.' But I have never done this, not even once. Do you know why? Because I promised you, never give up!"
His voice is not high-pitched, but it is resounding. He has seen too much life and death in his life, and has endured too many bad things. He knows best how easy it is to give up and how difficult it is to persevere.
Dean was startled by his roar, his Adam's apple moved, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to refute.
He knows the pain of Bobby, and Karen has been his lifelong weakness.
Bai Haorui came over with the medicine, put the bowl on the coaster at Bobby's hand, and said calmly, "Bobby is right. Dying is the easiest thing. Carrying the mess forward is the hardest thing. You think your surrender is atonement, but in fact you are escaping - escaping the responsibility you should shoulder, escaping Sam is still waiting for you to fight together."
He paused and tapped the table with his fingertips. His voice was not high, but it carried a determined force. When he spoke, the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows lit up slightly, and the True Gang of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" slowly circulated in his meridians, with an unyielding energy. "Daoism talks about 'my destiny is up to me and not up to God', and it is not about shouting slogans. If God wants you to die, you have to live; if God wants you to follow the script, you have to overturn the table. This is called resistance."
Dean lowered his eyes, clenched his fingertips until his knuckles turned white, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.
He didn't speak, but he didn't refute again. His drooping eyelashes trembled, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, Cass suddenly frowned and suddenly covered his forehead. His face instantly turned pale, his body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.
Almost at the same time, the pale gold Lotus Seal between Bai Haorui's eyebrows flashed suddenly, and the golden light disappeared in a flash. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked out the window, with a deep tone, True Gang instantly moved his whole body. "There are very strong angelic energy fluctuations, wrapped in the breath of a living soul, very weak."
"Cass, are you okay?" Sam immediately stepped forward to hold Cass's arm, speaking anxiously.
"Something's wrong." Cass gritted his teeth, as if he was undergoing some severe sensory impact, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Where?" Dean also stood up immediately. The decadence just now was swept away, leaving only the vigilance and sharpness of the hunter, and he reached out to touch the gun behind his waist.
Cass didn't answer, he just closed his eyes and felt it for two seconds. The next second, the sound of flapping wings exploded, and he disappeared in the room instantly.
But Bai Haorui had already grabbed the mahogany sword leaning against the wall and nodded to Sam: "In the direction of the woods on the outskirts, Cass and I went to take a look. You guys are waiting at home. "Hold on, don't run around." Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed, and the True Gang of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was transported under his feet, and the whole person swept out of the back door like an afterimage, so fast that he could hardly see his figure.
The old woods on the outskirts are gloomy and gloomy, and the ground that does not get sunlight all year round is covered with thick rotten leaves, which are soft to the touch and exudes a damp, musty smell.
The wind blew the fallen leaves around, making the branches whine, like a person crying in a low voice.
In the clearing deep in the woods, two low-level angels were standing in the mud, pressing their hands on the ground. Holy power was continuously injected into the soil, and they struggled to pull up the things buried in the ground. The soil was turned over layer by layer, revealing a bit of dark cloth, and the corners of the young man's clothes could be vaguely seen.
Cass appeared quietly behind them, and the holy blade condensed into a light blue light blade in the palm of his hand. Before the other party could react, he flipped his wrist and the holy blade directly pierced the back of one of the angels. The angel didn't even let out a scream, and his body turned into a ball of light and disappeared, leaving only a coat falling on the mud.
The other angel turned around when he heard the sound, and just as he was about to raise his hand to release the holy power attack, five golden lights suddenly flew from behind the tree on the side, and accurately wrapped around his limbs and neck.
Bai Haorui walked out from behind the tree, pinching Three Pure Ones Art with his fingertips, and Pure Yang True Gang poured into his fingertips continuously. Five Five Emperor Coins slowly rotated in the air, and the golden talisman extended from the copper coin hole, like five living golden dragons. As he pinched the secret, it became tighter and tighter.
There was a faint True Fire residual warmth on the talisman, which was designed to defeat the evil holy power. The angel was strangled and screamed repeatedly, and the holy power all over his body bubbled out, like a red-hot iron touching cold water, and white smoke continued to rise. He struggled desperately, but the more he urged the holy power to resist, the tighter the talisman chain tightened, until he Bones almost broke.
"It's very fast." Cass glanced at him and spoke calmly, but the holy blade in his hand did not stop, and directly pierced the chest of the tied angel. The angel groaned, and instantly turned into a point of light and dissipated in the air.
After finishing dealing with the two angels, the two squatted down and looked at the figure gradually emerging from the mud - it was a young boy, wearing an ordinary hooded sweatshirt and jeans, with his eyes closed and his chest still rising and falling. He was obviously still alive. The boy's face was stained with mud, but it couldn't hide his delicate eyebrows, nose and chin, which looked very much like John·Winchester when he was young.
Cass frowned even more, reached out and grabbed the boy's arm, and pulled the boy out of the mud with a little force.
"He is the youngest son of Adam·Milligan. John." Cass's face was particularly solemn.
Bai Haorui squatted down and touched the boy's wrist veins with his fingertips. A trace of pure True Gang followed the meridians and wandered around in his body before withdrawing. He rubbed it slightly with his fingertips and muttered, "My soul is stable, but I was knocked unconscious."
The two looked at each other and saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.
Half an hour later, Adam was placed in the guest room of Bobby's house.
Bai Haorui wiped his face with talisman water and gave him some soothing decoction. Not long after, the boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
Adam sat up suddenly like a frightened cub, with his back pressed against the head of the bed and looking around warily.
His chest was heaving violently, his eyes were full of panic and alertness, and he had no idea where he was or what was happening.
The sunlight shines on his face through the gaps in the curtains, and you can clearly see his boyish cheeks, pointed chin, and eyebrows that are 70% similar to Sam, only thinner, like a sapling that has not yet grown.
The door was gently pushed open, and Sam walked in with a cup of warm water and said in a gentle tone, "It's okay, relax, you are safe now."
"Who are you?" Adam shrank back, leaning against the cold wall.
"You may think it's crazy to say this, but we are actually your brothers. John·Winchester is also our father." Sam tried his best to sound gentle and trustworthy, put the water glass on the bedside table, and handed it forward.
"Oh, the one at the door must be Dean." Adam glanced at Dean leaning against the wall at the door, with disdain and resistance on his face, "I know who you are."
"How did you know?" Dean raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
They thought Adam knew nothing about them.
"They warned me to be wary of you." Adam's tone was determined and a little bit imperceptibly proud, as if the angel was on his side and he was right.
"Who warned you?" Sam immediately asked, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"Angels." Adam raised his chin and said confidently, "Now, where is Zachariah? I want to see him."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and saw trouble in each other's eyes.
Dean pulled up a chair and sat down, stared at Adam, and said in a more serious tone, "Then why don't you tell us from the beginning, what's going on. Why are you in the human world?"
"Well, I was dead and staying in Heaven." Adam recalled, his tone was still a little dazed, as if he was still immersed in that beautiful memory, "It just looked like my graduation prom there. I was kissing a girl, her name is Kristen McGee. She was my goddess in high school."
"It does sound like Heaven." Dean whistled with a narrow smile, "Did you touch third base?"
Sam coughed and glared at Dean, signaling him to stop making trouble.
What time has it been and still have the heart to joke?
Dean shrugged and motioned for Adam to continue.
"Then those angels suddenly appeared and told me that I was the chosen one." Adam said.
"What do you choose to do?" Dean asked, already having a bad feeling in his heart.
"Save the world."
"How are you going to save it?"
"I'm working with some archangel to kill the devil."
"Which archangel?" Dean's heartbeat dropped, and his questioning voice became tighter.
"Michael. I am his sword, or a container or something, I can't figure it out."
"This... this is too ridiculous." Dean retorted subconsciously and stood up suddenly.
"Not necessarily."
There was a voice at the door, Bai Haorui walked in with a glass of warm water, Castiel followed behind him, both of them had extremely solemn expressions on their faces.
Bai Haorui put the water on the bedside table, glanced at Adam, and then turned to Dean: "Winchester's bloodline is The core condition of the Michael container is that you are the perfect container and have the highest bloodline compatibility, but it does not mean that there is no substitute. As long as you have the bloodline of John·Winchester, you have the possibility of becoming a container."
"What do you mean?" Sam turned to look at him, his eyes full of shock.
"Maybe they have given up on you, Dean." Cass's eyes fell on Dean, "He is also the blood of John·Winchester, and is your half-brother. It's not a perfect container, but it's not impossible either."
"What a joke." Dean
"Why did they do this?" Sam also felt something was wrong, his brows knitted together, "So many things happened, so many fates were involved, but the angel suddenly came up with a plan B? Don't you think something is wrong? This is more like a trap."
"I said, let's just stop here for this touching family reunion. I have other things to do." Adam stood up impatiently and planned to leave directly.
"Hey, hey, don't worry, sit down." Dean immediately reached out to stop him, and his tone was softer, even a little pleading, "Listen to us, okay? I'm begging you."
Adam rolled his eyes and reluctantly sat back on the bed, crossing his arms with an "I want to hear what you have to say" expression on his face.
"Adam, the angels are lying to you, they are full of lies." Sam looked at him with a sincere tone, "They don't want to save the world at all, they want to fight a holy war and use human lives as battlefields."
"Really? I don't think so." Adam scoffed, not believing it at all.
"Really? Why don't you believe it?"
"Because they are angels." Adam said it matter of course. In his opinion, angels are the embodiment of justice and the messengers of God. How could they lie to others?
"They originally planned to burn down half the earth." Dean immediately exposed the angel's true identity, "If Michael and Lucifer fight, half of the earth will turn into scorched earth, and billions of people will die."
"They said the battle might be a little brutal, but the opponent is the devil and we have to stop him." Adam.
"That's true, but we have other ways. We can seal Lucifer without sacrificing billions of people." Sam said.
"Okay, what's the solution?" Adam raised his eyebrows, folded his arms and waited for him to tell him a solution, with an expression of "Let's see what you can make up" on his face.
Dean twitched the corners of his lips, a little self-deprecating. "We are working hard with the power of love."
"How's the progress?" Adam asked expressionlessly.
"Well, it didn't go well." Dean admitted frankly, having nothing to hide.
"Adam, I know you don't know me at all..." Sam leaned forward with a pleading tone, "But I beg you, believe me once and give us some time. We will prove it to you."
"Give me a reason." Adam was unmoved and looked at him coldly.
"Because we share the same blood. We are brothers." Sam said.
Adam seemed to have heard some big joke. He raised his eyes suddenly, and his voice suddenly turned cold, with uncontrollable grievance and anger. "You are not qualified to say this to me. You are the son raised by John. You have a father, a brother, and a family. What about me?"
His voice was trembling, but his eyes were stubbornly red, refusing to shed tears. "John·Winchester, to me, is just a stranger who takes me to a baseball game every year. I don't have a father. So we may be related by blood, but we are not family. My mother is my family. As long as I complete the task, I can see her again. No offense, but I care about her, not you."
Sam was silent. He could not refute - to Adam, they were indeed just strangers with blood ties, far less important than his mother.
If it were him, he would probably do anything just to see his mother again.
Bai Haorui leaned against the door frame, looking at Adam's stubborn and red eyes, and sighed slightly in his heart. This child looks like Sam whom he just met back then.
He suddenly spoke, his voice was not high, but it hit Adam's heart like a hammer. "You don't have to listen to the angels to see your mother. They can let you see her, but they can prevent you from seeing her forever. It is never a good thing to use other people's relatives as bargaining chips. Whether it is a human or an angel."
Adam pursed her lips and clenched the sheets tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turned white.
He didn't speak, but his eyes flickered, apparently listening.
Angel does always use his mother as bait, but he has never thought about it deeply before.