"Yes, there is nothing wrong with what you said." Dean nodded, his tone softened, and the eyes he looked at Adam brought out the gentleness of an older brother, "But as long as you still have some good memories of your father, just a little bit, and give us a little more time, okay? I beg you."
Adam pursed her lips and looked away from them, but she didn't mention leaving anymore.
It's considered acquiescence to stay for now.
The door of the guest room was gently closed, and Sam and Dean walked out one after another, leaning against the wall of the corridor without saying a word.
An oppressive silence filled the air.
After a while, Sam spoke first, "Where are you going?" He saw Dean walking towards the stairs and subconsciously thought he was going to run away again.
"Go out and have a beer." Dean said casually, without stopping.
"Okay, we have beer at home, sit down and drink." Sam stopped him, with a helpless tone, "Can't you just calm down for a while?"
Dean sneered and looked at him sideways, "It's really good. You talk about brotherly love, but in fact I am under house arrest, right?"
"What house arrest?" At this time, Adam also walked out of the guest room. He just heard the second half of the sentence and raised his eyebrows.
Sam sighed, turned to Adam, and said in a gentle tone, "Adam, you may not believe it, but dad doesn't let you get involved in these things. Actually, he wants to protect you. He doesn't want you to live a life like ours."
"Really, then the monster that ate me may not have received this protection notice." Adam sneered, his tone harsh, "Where was he when I died?"
"You remember it all." Sam was a little surprised. He thought that his memory would be blurred after death.
"Of course I remember." Adam nodded, his fingertips trembling slightly, obviously remembering bad memories, "I can't forget the sound of Bones being crushed by my teeth."
"But to be honest, compared to seeing my father once a year, it would be worse to stay with him every day." Sam looked at him, with a hint of tiredness in his tone.
He knows all too well how bad it is to be a father John·Winchester. He is rigid, strict and never expresses concern.
"Do you know how you can stand and talk without back pain?" Adam suddenly laughed, with a bit of self-deprecation and anger in the laughter, and his eyes were red, "Really. My mother and I depend on each other, she works night shift in the hospital, I cook by myself, coax myself to sleep, and carry myself when I am sick. So whatever you want to say about our father, the fact is that I can't ask for even a little bit of his company. Do you understand?"
Sam was stunned. He had never thought about it from this perspective - for Adam, who only had his mother since childhood, even if he only saw his father once a year, it was still something worth looking forward to.
"Listen, if we had known that we had a brother like you..." Dean said, his tone was unusually serious, without the slightest hint of joking.
"But you don't know, do you?" Adam interrupted him, his tone full of alienation. What's the use of talking about the past.
"We will definitely look for you." Dean said firmly, with a very serious look in his eyes, "We will take you over and live together."
"I can't change the past, and I want to change it too." Sam looked at Adam with a sincere tone, "But from now on... from now on we can be real family members."
"What will happen next?" Adam raised his eyebrows with disbelief on his face, "A family drives a station wagon to an amusement park? Don't be ridiculous."
Sam sighed and did not defend himself. He knew that no matter how much he said, it was useless, he had to prove it with actions.
"To tell you the truth, your bad temper is definitely suitable for our family." Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, which was regarded as approval of this tough-talking brother.
Adam didn't answer, glared at them both fiercely, turned around and slammed the guest room door, causing the dust on the door frame to fall off.
The group of people dispersed. Dean wandered to the kitchen door and leaned against the door frame. When he saw Bai Haorui packing the medicine jars, he couldn't help but joke, "Haorui, I'm not telling you that the last person who stared at me like this ended up sleeping with me."
Bai Haorui paused for a moment with the medicine spoon in his hand, turned around and rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to pick up on his bad jokes, and just said lightly, "If you are too busy, just stare at Adam. Don't be so talkative here."
Just as he was talking, Sam came over, patted Dean's arm, and interrupted his joke, "Go and keep an eye on Adam. Don't let him run away."
"Is it necessary?" Dean frowned, a little impatient, "Can he still fly with wings?"
"We don't have enough manpower now, Dean, and there are people all over the room who want to run away." Sam lowered his voice and meant something - not only Adam wanted to run away, but Dean himself was also bent on agreeing to Michael.
"I won't let him go." Dean thought Sam was talking about Adam, and frowned as he promised.
"Adam? I won't let him go either." Sam shook his head and stared into his eyes, "No, don't pretend to be confused. I'm talking about you."
"That kid can't handle this for me." Dean looked away and his tone became serious, "Michael's container is my life and it has nothing to do with him. He shouldn't get involved."
"Dean." Sam called him with a heavy tone.
"I'm serious. Think about it, how many people have we killed, Sam?" Dean's voice deepened, with a heavy sense of guilt, "Do you want me to count those innocent people? Wherever we go, disaster follows."
"It's not like we fired the gun ourselves." Sam tried to comfort him, "It's not your fault."
"What's the difference from the gun we fired?" Dean smiled bitterly, his shoulders slumped, full of exhaustion, "I'm tired, brother. I'm tired, I don't want to compete with the so-called fate anymore. Let's end it like this."
"Can't you just stop for a second and stop thinking about sacrificing yourself?" Sam looked at him with a heartbroken tone, "Maybe we can really get through it together. Isn't this how we've always been here?"
"I don't think it's possible." Dean shook his head, his tone was very firm, and there was no room for change.
"Why not? Dean, seriously, tell me, I want to know." Sam refused to give up. He insisted on asking his brother's real concerns.
Dean was silent for a long time, until only the sound of breathing was left in the corridor. Then he spoke in a low voice, his voice as light as a sigh, "I just... I don't believe it."
"What don't you believe?"
"I don't believe you." Dean raised his eyes and looked at Sam, his eyes full of pain and uneasiness, like a child who is afraid of losing a treasure, "I don't know if it will be demon blood next time, or some other demon woman, but I know that they will always find a way to drag you down. Lucifer is staring at you, he will not let you go."
"So you think I'm not strong enough?" Sam's heart felt like it had been stabbed by a cold knife, and it hurt.
His dearest brother actually didn't believe that he could withstand the temptation of Lucifer.
"You have resentment in your heart and you are too conceited. Lucifer will definitely play you around. It's only a matter of time." Dean's words were like knives, each word cut into his heart, but when he said it, his heart was bleeding - he was so afraid of losing his brother that he could only use the most hurtful words to force himself to bear everything.
He would rather fall into the abyss than have anything happen to Sam.
"Don't say such things to me. Others can do it, but you can't." Sam's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of hurt. "I changed, I really changed. Why can't you believe me once?"
"I don't want to say it, but it's the truth." Dean turned away, not daring to look into his eyes, "When Satan takes over your body, someone has to stand up and fight against him. That kid can't do it, he's too young, so it can only be me."
After saying that, he turned around and slammed the door next to the kitchen, leaving Sam standing there alone, his heart so tight that even breathing felt painful.
Bai Haorui walked out of the kitchen and patted Sam on the shoulder. He didn't say any nonsense like "Don't take it personally". He just said lightly, "He is just too afraid of losing you. He just talks hard. He cares about you more than anyone else in his heart."
Sam smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse. "I know. But he never believed that I could carry it with him. I always felt that he was responsible for carrying everything alone."
"I will believe it." Bai Haorui looked at the closed door with a very firm tone, "When he really stands on the dead end, he will find that there is nothing empty behind him."
After discussing for a while, Sam and Bai Haorui decided to lock Dean in the basement.
The iron door was locked tightly from the outside, and only a dim explosion-proof light was on in the secret room. Dean was sitting on the cold metal bed, with his back against the wall, his fingertips tapping the edge of the bed, and his mind was full of random thoughts.
He also knew that Sam was doing it for his own good, but he knew better that they had no chance of winning.
Instead of waiting for Lucifer to destroy everything and waiting for Sam to be corroded, it would be better for him to come and end it.
He had already made plans to get out even if he was locked up.
I don't know how long it took, but footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the voice of Cass, with a little bit of imperceptible anxiety. "Dean?"
Dean rolled his eyes, did not respond, and hummed a few times deliberately, the sound was painful, as if something had happened.
"Dean?" Cass's voice became more urgent. He was afraid that Dean would do something stupid inside, so he hesitated for a moment, then opened the iron door and walked in quickly.
The moment Cass bent down to check on him, Dean stood up abruptly, pressed Angel Banishing Sigil with his left hand on Cass's chest, and recited the spell quickly. The runes instantly lit up with a dazzling red light, and a huge expulsion power exploded.
Cass was caught off guard and groaned as he was struck by the power of the runes. His whole body was instantly ejected. With the sound of flapping wings, he was directly expelled from the house. His holy power was disrupted and he would not be able to come back for a while.
Dean clapped his hands, with no proud expression on his face, only a heavy determination. He opened the door and walked out, and within a few steps he met Sam who came after hearing the sound.
"Where is Cass?" Dean deliberately pretended to be anxious and shouted, his acting skills were very realistic.
"Where did Cass go?" Sam asked with a frown, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.
"I was blown away." Dean said casually, and kept walking towards the door. When he reached the door, he opened the door suddenly and ran out in large strides.
"I'm going to chase Dean." Sam shouted to Bai Haorui and Bobby who were rushing behind him. He turned around and was about to chase Dean. Then he remembered something and turned around and said, "Watch Adam. Don't let anything happen to him."
"What do you think? You have also seen that each of your stubborn breeds can run better than the last." Bobby looked helpless.
"Then handcuff him to your chair, whatever you want, just keep an eye on him." Sam put down these words and hurriedly chased him out.
Bai Haorui walked to the door of the basement, looked at the traces of Banishing Sigil remaining on the ground, and shook his head slightly. He had expected that Dean would play tricks, and originally wanted to remind Cass, but unexpectedly it was a step too late.
He turned around and walked towards the guest room. As soon as he reached the door, Lotus Seal's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and a strong uneasiness surged up. No, the breath of life in the room was gone!
He kicked open the door, but it was empty inside. Bobby's handcuffs fell to the ground, and Adam's figure had long since disappeared.
The windows were closed tightly and the door was locked. It was as if the person had evaporated out of thin air.
Bobby came over to take a look and cursed, "You were here just now, why did you disappear in the blink of an eye? I just turned around and grabbed a bottle of beer!"
Bai Haorui squatted down and picked up some fine silver holy power dust with his fingertips. With a slight exertion on his fingertips, the dust turned into nothingness. His tone was grave, with a bit of self-blame. "It was Zachariah who took away his soul and teleported away with his body. It was my fault that I didn't set up a formation in the room to prevent him from falling into dreams."
He thought nothing would happen to him with Bobby, so he didn't rush to set up the formation. He didn't expect Zachariah to arrive so quickly, and he also used a destructive trick like falling into a dream to break through directly from the consciousness level.
He immediately stood up, with the True Gang of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" at his feet, turned around and rushed out the door. "I'm going to chase Sam. You can stay at home and contact me anytime if anything happens."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared into the yard.
When Bai Haorui was chasing outside, Adam's consciousness was trapped in a gentle dream.
That was a memory engraved in his bones, and it was the place he missed the most in his life.
The sun shines warmly on the lawn, bringing with it the aroma of green grass and wild flowers. The swing next to the bench sways gently, making a soft squeaking sound. Not far away, under Old Oak, there is an ice cream cart selling ice cream. A childish children's song was playing. Adam sat on the bench and touched the familiar wood grain on the bench with his fingertips - this was the park where his mother often took him when he was a child. Every weekend, his mother would take him here to play after her night shift.
"Your mother won't come, you know that."
A familiar voice came from behind, with a gentle tone. Adam turned around suddenly and saw Zachariah wearing a crisp black suit, with her hair combed meticulously, standing there smiling and looking at him, looking completely different from the depressed drunkard in the bar.
"You are Zachariah, right?" Adam frowned, feeling a little wary, and subconsciously shrank back.
"It's me." Zachariah nodded, walked to him and sat down. His suit pants were ironed without any wrinkles. "You didn't stay where you should be, kid. Brother Winchester didn't do anything to you, right?"
"I know." Adam
"I can't locate you either. Then let me guess, you are with Sam and Dean now." Zachariah said firmly, paused, and added with a teasing smile, "We are not with you. Did you say that? You can't trust them, right? You know that the two brothers Sam and Dean·Winchester have a symbiotic relationship that is pathological, paranoid, and can't live without each other, right?"
His tone was understated, but every word was provocative. "They only have each other in their eyes, and they don't care about your life or death. If it really comes to a critical moment, they will not hesitate to push you out of the way to block the gun to save their own lives. They are not your family, understand?"
Adam pursed his lips and said nothing, but his heart was shaken. The scene when Dean and Sam were arguing just now was still in his mind. They were arguing so fiercely, but they only had eyes for each other, as if they really didn't take themselves seriously.
Maybe I am a trouble to them.
Zachariah saw his reaction in his eyes and raised his lips with satisfaction. He paused and threw out the deadliest bait, with a bewitching and gentle tone. "Now, do you want to see your mother again?"
Adam raised his eyes suddenly, a strong desire bursting out of his eyes instantly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. His voice trembled. "Really? Can I see my mother?"
"Of course." Zachariah patted his shoulder, his tone was particularly sincere, "As long as you obey and complete the mission of the container, you will not only save the world, but also be with your mother forever. In Heaven, you will live happily forever."
Adam's breathing became rapid. He clenched his fists tightly and nodded heavily. "Okay. I'll listen to you."
Zachariah showed a successful smile on his face. Sure enough, as long as you grasp the weak point, there is no one you can't handle.
No one in the Winchester family can escape their family's weaknesses.
On the other side, Dean ran out of Bobby's house and hitchhiked all the way to the nearest town.
The midday sun made the asphalt road very hot, the street trees on the roadside were drooping, and the cicadas chirped unnervingly. The heat wave surged upward from the ground, shaking the scenery in the distance and distorting its shape.
Standing on the side of the road was a missionary holding a sign. He was a skinny old man, his black robe was washed white, and the edges of the wooden sign in his hand were polished smooth, with the four characters "The end is coming" written in red paint. He was preaching nonstop to the passers-by, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.
Dean walked up to him and interrupted him, "Hey, I'm Dean·Winchester, do you know who I am?"
When the missionary saw his face clearly, he instantly showed an expression of horror, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
"Just think you know me." Dean nodded, speaking calmly, "I want you to pray to your angel friends and tell them that I am here. I want to see Zachariah."
The missionary's lips trembled with fear. He immediately closed his eyes and began to pray. He clasped his hands together and his voice trembled. "Our Father in heaven, may your name be hallowed..."
"You pray too loudly."
A cold voice came from behind, with a biting chill.
Dean stiffened, and slowly turned around, seeing Cass standing there, his windbreaker rustling, his face uglier than last time, and his blue eyes filled with suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt.
Bai Haorui and Sam were standing under a tree not far away. They didn't come over immediately. They had obviously been waiting here for a long time.
"What? Are you crazy? Why did you come back so fast?" Dean subconsciously took a step back. He thought Banishing Sigil could trap Cass for at least half a day.
"Is this why I betrayed Heaven?" Cass approached him step by step, each step carrying heavy pressure, and his voice was filled with disappointment and anger, "Just to see you surrender to them? I gave up everything and betrayed my faith, and this is how you repaid me?"
"Cass, please listen to me." Dean tried to explain, "This is the only way..."
"I gave everything, and this is how you repay me?" Cass's voice was tight. The pain of the collapse of his faith, the despair of being confused about the future, and the anger of being let down were all gathered together, making him almost breathless.
Before Dean could speak again, Cass suddenly raised his hand and punched Dean firmly in the face.
Dean groaned, staggered back a few steps, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight back, he just covered his face and stood there letting Cass vent. He knew that he was sorry for Cass, Cass had paid too much for them, and he was not qualified to fight back for what he was about to do now.
Cass punched him one after another, hitting him mercilessly and hitting his flesh.
Dean's cheeks soon became swollen, and the blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin, but he just gritted his teeth and held on without even humming.
Not far away, Sam looked worried. He raised his feet and wanted to step forward to stop him, but Bai Haorui reached out and grabbed his arm.
Bai Haorui shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone, "Let him hit him. He has held it in for too long, his faith has collapsed, and he has accumulated a lot of anger. If he holds it in any longer, there will be problems. Dean is rough and thick-skinned, so he will be fine after a few punches. It will also wake him up."
He could see clearly that Cass's punch was not for Dean, but for his own disappointment and unwillingness. Venting it out made him feel better.
Cass punched him more than a dozen times, until Dean collapsed on the ground and couldn't stand up, then he stopped.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth - when he did it just now, Dean subconsciously fought back and scratched the corner of his lip.
He knelt down and reached out to press Dean's forehead. The holy power began to circulate slightly. Dean closed his eyes and fainted again.
Bai Haorui and Sam walked over. Bai Haorui bent down and steadily carried Dean on his shoulders.
"You're angry now, what should you do next?" Bai Haorui looked at Cass with a calm tone.
Cass wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Go back to Bobby's house first. Adam was taken away by Zachariah. Save people. Zachariah's target has always been Dean, Adam is just his bait to force Dean into submission."
Bai Haorui carried Dean and walked forward with steady steps and a calm tone. "Zachariah is in a hurry to make a contribution and will definitely use the most despicable tricks. Adam is the bloodline of Winchester. He can be used as a substitute container to force Dean to compromise, and he can also threaten Adam's life, killing two birds with one stone."