Dean once again woke up on the sofa at Bobby's house. The bruise on his right cheekbone made him take a breath.
He raised his hand and touched his swollen lower jaw. He frowned in pain when his fingertips touched it - he could tell without looking that his face was bruised and bruised at the moment.
"Just a reminder, don't make the Angel Brand nerd angry." Dean hissed and touched the swollen corner of his mouth, tilting his head to talk to Sam next to him.
Sam was sitting on the wooden chair next to him, with a rolled-up book on angels spread out on his knees, his face as dark as ice.
He clutched the edge of the page with his fingertips, his knuckles turned white, and he didn't even raise his head. "Adam is missing."
Dean The amusement on his face faded away in an instant. He sat upright suddenly and hissed in pain when he touched the wound, but he didn't bother to rub it. "What?"
"The angels took him away."
Castiel stood by the window, with his back to the two of them.
He was still wearing the same windbreaker, with his shirt collar crooked and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
His blue eyes were staring at the grass outside the window, and his tone was as cold as ice.
Last night, he went to investigate overnight. Most of his holy power was consumed. His lips were lighter than usual, and his eyes were slightly tired.
"Where?" Dean asked immediately.
"The room they took you to before - Green Room." Cass slowly turned around, "I confirmed it."
"Are you sure?"
"Cass took the risk and sneaked in." Sam added, looking up at Dean with a particularly solemn look, "And that place is full of angel guards, at least fifty of them, most of them are high-level combat angels. It's basically a narrow escape, purely relying on luck."
"It's the same as before." Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a self-deprecating smile.
Their brothers have long been accustomed to this kind of near-death situation.
From hunting ghosts to hunting demons, and now confronting angels, they have never been on a bright road.
He leaned back on the sofa and looked at Sam, waiting for him to make up his mind. "What are you going to do?"
"First of all, I'll take you with me." Sam said calmly.
Dean was stunned.
He thought Sam would lock him here.
He opened his mouth, a little disbelieving. "What?"
"There are too many people on the other side, and the three of us can't handle it." Sam looked at him, his eyes so serious that there was no hint of joking, "The only person who can be used now is you."
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Dean frowned and retorted subconsciously, "Both Cass and Bobby think it's not possible, but I'm also confused myself?"
His tone was so candid that he said, "Whether this is a trap to induce me to agree to it or not, even if it's not, I might agree to it if it comes to it. I will do what I say and I will make it clear to you in advance."
He doesn't want to lie to Sam. He knows his weakness too well - his family.
"No, you won't." Sam shook his head, his tone extremely determined, as if he had seen through him, "When it comes to a critical moment, you will make the right choice. I believe in you."
Dean looked at him and suddenly smiled, a bit self-deprecating. "If it were me, I would definitely lock you up here to die. To be honest, I have done this before."
"Well, maybe I'm not as smart as you." Sam shrugged in a very light tone.
Dean stared into his eyes, feeling as if something had hit him, feeling sour and hot.
He couldn't understand why Sam was still willing to believe him after it had come to this point.
He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse. "I don't understand, Sam, why are you doing this?"
Sam looked at him and said very softly, but every word struck people's hearts. "Because you are my brother."
Dean was stunned for a moment.
The hot emotion in his heart surged up, making his throat tight.
He quickly turned away, pretending to rub the corners of his eyes, quickly suppressing the wet heat, clearing his throat, and returned to the topic abruptly. "How can we fight with so many angels? We can't just rush in and die."
"Haorui and I confront each other and clear out the guards. You two can take advantage of the chaos and go in to rescue people."
Cass spoke without any hesitation in his tone, as if he was saying something ordinary.
Dean suddenly raised his head, looked at Bai Haorui in the corner, and raised his voice a little higher. "What? Haorui are you crazy? Angels are not soldiers like Wendigo. The guards are at least high-level angels. You and Cass..."
At the square table in the corner, Bai Haorui is lowering his head and wiping the mahogany sword in his hand.
He was wearing a black tight-fitting combat uniform, with sharp shoulder lines and a straight waist. His black hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering some of his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a clear side face. His fingers were slender, and their fingertips were covered with thin calluses from holding swords for many years, and he was slowly wiping them with a piece of suede cloth along the blade.
The mahogany sword is dark brown in color, with fine Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman patterns engraved on the sword, glowing warmly under the setting sun.
When he heard Dean's words, he didn't stop moving his hands and just raised his eyes.
His eyes are soft peach blossom eyes with slightly raised ends, but his eyes are always very light, like a cold mountain stream, cool and powerful.
"Just a few angels." Bai Haorui smiled lightly and said in a calm tone.
With a flick of his fingertips, five shiny Five Emperor Coinss slipped out of his sleeves, spun around in the air, and landed steadily on the coffee table with a clanking sound, forming a neat row of Five Elements Formation. Shunzhi, Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong, Jiaqing, five copper coins, the copper color is warm and moist, but there is a condensed atmosphere of human fireworks.
"I deployed Five Elements Heaven-Burning Formation outside the factory in advance, channeling the Pure Yang Fire Qi of the earth veins, and draining them of a wave of holy power first." He tapped the copper coins with his fingertips, and spoke slowly but clearly, "Wait for the formation to detonate, then rush in and clear the area. Fight quickly and don't give them time to gather and react."
"No, it's too risky." Dean frowned, but still disagreed, "You don't know how strong the angel's holy power is. If the formation doesn't suppress it..."
"It's better than letting you go in and be a hostage." Bai Haorui put away Five Emperor Coins, and the coins slid back into his sleeve pocket along his fingertips with smooth movements.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dean with a firm look in his eyes, "And I am not fighting head-on. I rely on formations to borrow strength and body skills to move around. I don't want to confront them with their holy power. Don't worry, I am a tough-minded person and I can't die."
Cass glanced at him, said nothing, and just nodded silently.
He knew the sense of propriety of Bai Haorui - he looked cold and indifferent, but when he got into a fight, he was ruthless.
"Click."
Bobby walked over with half a cigar in his mouth, smoke coming out of the corner of his mouth, blurring the stubble on his face. He was wearing a bleached baseball cap and a plaid shirt, his arms were strong, and his hands were stained with engine oil - he had been repairing his old truck in the backyard just now. He slapped a rolled-edged factory floor plan on the coffee table, and the edges of the drawing were frayed.
"Van Nuys Abandoned Factory," Bobby pointed at the center of the drawing with his fingertips, his voice vague, "Green Room In the innermost old warehouse area, Angel made a space-folding gadget. It looks shabby on the outside, but it's very elegant on the inside. The guards at the front entrance are piled like sardine cans, and there is an abandoned unloading channel at the side door. It has been in disrepair and has few guards. You can go around it. You choose your own way."
Several people immediately came to the table and stared at the drawings head to head. The setting sun superimposed the shadows of the four people on the yellowing drawings, crookedly, but twisted into a strong force. Within a few minutes, the strategy was decided:
1. Bai Haorui arrived half an hour in advance and deployed Five Elements Heaven-Burning Formation on the perimeter to arouse anger and weaken the perimeter guards first;
2. Castiel storms from the main entrance to attract the attention of the main guards;
3. Bai Haorui made a surprise attack from the side door unloading channel, attacking from the front and back to eliminate the guards;
4. Dean and Sam took advantage of the chaos to rush into Green Room and rescue Adam;
5. Everyone must evacuate immediately after meeting at the main entrance, and will not hesitate to fight.
Dean's fingertips pointed at the location of Green Room on the map, and he was silent for a few seconds. He raised his head and looked at Bai Haorui and Cass. His voice was a little hoarse, but he was extremely serious. "Thank you."
Bai Haorui didn't say anything, but reached out and patted his shoulder. The palm was warm and the force was heavy, like a silent promise.
Cass turned his face away, looked at the setting sun outside the window, and muttered, not loudly, but just enough for everyone to hear. "Stop surrendering casually."
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth but did not refute.
The setting sun became redder and redder, dyeing everything in the living room a warm golden color. Five Emperor Coins was lying quietly on the table, and the mahogany sword was leaning against the table. Like this group of people, it was silent, but it was sharp enough to see blood when it was unsheathed.
Hundreds of kilometers away in Van Nuys, under the rusty iron shell of an abandoned factory, there is a space that is incompatible with the dilapidated surroundings.
Deep in an abandoned factory littered with weeds, broken glass, and rusty iron, there is a room that is extremely luxuriously decorated. Gilded plaster lines outline complex patterns along the ceiling, and exquisitely framed classical oil paintings hang on the walls. Clear prisms hang from crystal chandeliers, and warm light shines on the thick velvet sofas and mahogany coffee tables. The aroma of expensive whiskey floats in the air, completely isolated from the smell of rust and dust outside, like two completely different worlds.
Adam was thrown on the sofa, and his back hit the soft backrest hard, making him groan in pain. There was a cut at the corner of his mouth, and blood dripped down his chin onto the beige sofa cover, causing a small patch of dazzling red.
My chest felt like it was being run over by a boulder, and every breath brought a dull pain. I could only gasp for air, and my shoulders heaved violently.
Zachariah was holding a crystal glass with amber whiskey in it, and walked slowly from the bar. He was wearing a pressed dark suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and he had a playful smile on his face like a cat and mouse.
He walked to Adam and stood in front of him, looking at him condescendingly. He shook the glass, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.
"It seems that you and your brother have quite similar tastes," Zachariah said with a mocking smile on his lips, "Both of them like to be beaten so much."
Adam held on to the armrest of the sofa, gritted his teeth and sat up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and his fingertips were stained with scarlet. When he looked up at Zachariah, his eyes still had the stubbornness of a young man, and a trace of unnoticeable expectation. "So... are we ready?"
Zachariah raised his eyebrows and tilted his head pretending to be confused. "What are you preparing for?"
"Get ready to welcome Michael." Adam frowned, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart, "As you said before, let me be his container to fight Lucifer together and stop Apocalypse."
"Oh, yes, let's talk about it." Zachariah nodded as if he suddenly understood, and put the wine glass on the coffee table with a soft "thunk" sound. He pretended to have a regretful expression, and his tone was as exaggerated as if he was acting in a comedy play, "It's a pity to say this, but we may have to terminate your employment."
Adam was stunned for a moment. "What did you say?"
"Don't get me wrong, you've done a great job, really, really great." Zachariah clapped his hands hypocritically, almost overflowing with perfunctory words.
But in the next second, the smile on his face disappeared completely, revealing his true face of being mean and cold, "But the problem is, you are not really the chosen one. You are more like... a makeshift bait and an alternative."
"Bait?" Adam's voice trembled and she looked at him in disbelief, "Then what did you say before? I want to fight the devil, I want to save the world, you said I am the chosen one!"
"Well, it's not entirely false." Zachariah shrugged, took two steps indifferently, turned his back to Adam and looked at the oil painting on the wall, "To comfort you, you happen to be the half-brother of the person we really care about. That's not bad, right?"
"So you have been lying to me, from beginning to end." Adam's voice shook violently, anger and despair surged up together, making his heart ache.
"We didn't lie to you," Zachariah turned around and said confidently, with no trace of guilt on his face. "We just hid part of the truth so that we could control you. After all, you were so easy to deceive. You just walked right to your doorstep with just a few words, which saved us a lot of trouble."
"You bastard!"
Adam suddenly stood up from the sofa, clenched his fists and rushed towards Zachariah.
He was young, energetic, and extremely angry, and he didn't even care that the other person was an angel with power in his hands.
But Zachariah didn't even raise his eyelids, he just glanced at him contemptuously, raised his hand and waved lightly. An invisible force instantly hit Adam's chest. It was like he was hit by a truck. He flew backwards, fell heavily on the sofa, and sank into the soft cushions, unable to even move his fingers.
"Hey, you think I feel better?" Zachariah curled his lips with a look of disgust, "I have to endure your stupid face for so long. I tell you about my mission and glory every day. It makes me want to vomit."
He walked to the sofa, bent down and looked at Adam who couldn't move, and his tone was full of determination. "Boy, we can't help it. The only weakness of the Winchester family is their family. Sam and Dean will put aside all their differences to save you, so that Dean will dress up well and send it to me - to the place where I need him to be."
After saying that, he straightened up and walked to the window, with his back to Adam. Outside the window was the night view of the dilapidated factory, and his proud face was reflected in the glass.
"It's tonight, kid." Zachariah's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, "It's our night. Michael has foreseen all this, and all the gears have finally clicked into place. It all depends on you, and of course, on me. But who cares who gets the credit? When Dean nods, I will be reinstated to my original position, and I can even move up a step further."
(Sorry, I thought I had posted it, but I took a look and forgot to post it.)