This man is merciless and thoughtful. Nothing can be hidden from him. He is a real hard man. Bones.
The last bit of orange light in the sky sank behind the trees, and the night spread out like ink.
There was only a dim desk lamp turned on in the hiding room. Flying insects buzzed around the light bulb, and shadows swayed back and forth on the wall. It was freezing in the holding room, and Brady was tied to the heating pipe, with his head hanging down, wondering what he was thinking.
The door was gently pushed open, and Crowley pulled up an iron chair and sat opposite him, crossing his legs and swinging the toes of his leather shoes slowly.
He took out a mint candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, chewing it loudly.
"How about it, did you have fun catching up with old friends?" Crowley raised his eyebrows, his tone was a bit joking, and then changed the subject, "Seriously, if Lucifer wins, he will change the earth into his private kingdom, and then we devils will all be finished."
"Really?" Brady sneered and raised his head, his face full of disdain, "He created us, why would he destroy us? Your rhetoric is good for deceiving the new kid."
"Look at what he is, and then look at our virtues." Crowley shrugged, his tone casual, but every word hit the mark, "He is a fallen angel, and he doesn't look down on us devils crawling out of the mud. He keeps us, but we are just dogs. When he takes a firm position, we will be the first to be cleaned up."
Brady: "Instead of worrying about our fate, you should worry about yourself - Lucifer will not let you die. You will suffer eternal torture. Try the punishments in Hell one by one. No one will be worse than you."
"I know it well." Crowley sighed.
Brady turned away with an indifferent expression, "I will die whether I say it or not, so I might as well die on the winning side. Walk slowly and don't give up."
Crowley stared at him for a few seconds, without further persuasion, stood up, patted the dust on his suit pants, turned around and walked out.
Outside the door, Dean was waiting against the wall, holding a shotgun in his arms. Seeing Crowley coming out, he immediately straightened up and said, "How is it? He relented? Are you willing to buy your Girl Scout cookies?"
"Not yet, you are very tough." Crowley curled his lips and glanced at both ends of the corridor, "Where is your moose? Have you calmed down?"
"Stay in the room." Dean frowned, "What can you do?"
Crowley snorted and straightened the collar of his suit, "Okay, you guys stay here while I go out."
"Where are you going?" Dean asked immediately.
"He didn't let go, so I had no choice but to go out in person and do something desperate that I never wanted to do." Crowley sighed, with a hint of pretentious helplessness in his tone, "I hope this broken ring thing is worth it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flickered, leaving only a faint smell of sulfur on the spot, and he disappeared.
Dean stood with a frown on his face for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bathroom. He had been busy all afternoon, and his face was covered with dust. He wanted to wash his face and wake up.
He turned on the faucet, and cold water flowed out. As soon as he splashed the water on his face, he heard a muffled "clang" sound coming from outside, as if a chair was pressed against the bathroom door handle.
"Sam?" Dean's heart sank. He stretched out his hand and twisted the door handle. The door was blocked from the outside and did not move at all. He patted the door panel again, "Sam! What are you doing? Open the door!"
Sam outside did not answer.
He stood in the corridor, holding Ruby's Knife tightly in his hand, the plastic handle of the knife slippery with sweat from his palms. The light in the corridor made his shadow thin and long, and he walked towards the holding room step by step, his footsteps heavy.
The hatred in his chest burned like wildfire, almost burning his reason to ashes.
But another voice kept ringing in my head - you can't kill him. If you kill him, you won't find Horseman Pestilence, and more people will die.
Bai Haorui was leaning in the shadow at the end of the corridor, with only half of his face exposed. He looked at Sam's back, without moving or making a sound to stop him.
He wanted to see if Sam could overcome this obstacle. Besides, it wouldn't matter even if he was killed. At worst, he could find another way to find Pestilence's location. Just make Sam happy.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the holding room was pushed open.
Brady raised his head and saw the dagger in Sam's hand. A clear smile appeared on his face, with some deliberate provocation. "Why can't I bear it anymore? Are you finally coming to kill me?"
Sam said nothing, and the hand holding the dagger tightened, and his knuckles turned white.
"You know, before his sophomore year, the real Brady was originally a good kid." Brady said slowly, with a tone full of malice, "He has good character and academic skills, is gentle to others, and has a happy family. What a good entry point. Yellow-Eyed Demon chose him because he is close to you."
Sam's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his steps slowly moved forward.
"Do you remember coming back from the Thanksgiving holiday? I suddenly changed into a different person, taking drugs, messing around, and the whole person was a mess." Brady laughed out loud, and looked at Sam's increasingly ugly face, and smiled even more happily, "From that time on, it was me. You spent so much time stupidly trying to get me back on track, you are such a good friend, Sam."
The tip of the knife shone coldly in the dim light.
"But Yellow-Eyed Demon didn't ask me to be your friend." Brady's voice became colder, and his eyes stuck to Sam like poisonous snakes, "We found that you are getting more and more You are getting more and more sidetracked, and you actually want to be an ordinary person and live a stable life with Jessie? That's not possible. You are our most promising container, Lucifer's skin, how can you be trapped in a small house baking cookies?"
He paused, admiring Sam's painful expression, and said word by word, "So I introduced you to Jessie. Such a pure and sweet girl, like a clean Xiao Bai cloth. Then I nailed her to the ceiling., watching her being burned. The order was given by Yellow-Eyed Demon, but I was the one who did it, and the fun was mine. What a pity, you guys saved her in the end... But when she broke up with you, your heart was broken, right? Oh, my poor Sam."
Sam stopped suddenly.
The dagger has been raised, and the cold tip is facing Brady's throat. Just move it forward half an inch, and you can cut the demon's throat and end everything.
"She still thought I was a friend. She was still baking cookies when she opened the door, and she smelled of butter all over her body." Brady deliberately moved forward, putting his neck against the blade, and said in a frivolous and vicious tone, "Don't tell me, that figure is really good."
The blade cut through the skin, and tiny drops of blood seeped out.
Sam's hands were shaking, and all he could think of was Jessie's smiling face, the look of her crying as she broke up.
Brady's voice lingered in my ears like a spell. "Come on, do it, Sam. Kill me and you will feel better. Do it."
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Sam stared hard into Brady's eyes, his chest heaved violently, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. But in the next second, he suddenly retracted the dagger, and the blade cut through the air with a soft sound.
He turned around and left, his back straight but with a suppressed tremor.
He can't kill. At least not now.
Sam walked to the door of the bathroom, moved the chair against the door, and turned the door handle. Dean rushed out immediately, with a nervous look on his face, and looked him up and down. "How is it? You didn't do anything stupid, right?"
"It's okay." Sam's voice was hoarse. He turned his face away and did not look into Dean's eyes. "You are right, we still need him."
Dean looked at his red eyes and the hand holding the dagger tightly with white knuckles, sighed in his heart, and didn't ask any more questions.
He reached out and patted Sam on the shoulder with a strong force.
In the shadow at the end of the corridor, Bai Haorui looked at the back of Sam and sighed softly.
This guy always thinks too much of the overall situation.
About half an hour later, there was a slight noise outside.
Crowley When he pushed the door open and came in, his suit sleeve had a cut, his collar was stained with dark red blood, and his hair was a few strands messy, but he had a triumphant smile on his face, like a fox that had stolen a chicken.
"Good news, everyone." He clapped his hands and walked into the living room with a brisk tone, "Brady will have eternal life in the future - Lucifer has another name on his must-kill list."
"What have you done?" Dean frowned and walked up to him, smelling the strong smell of sulfur on his body.
"I went to the nearby devil's den, killed most of them, and let one kid run away on purpose." Crowley shrugged, casually tore off his dirty suit jacket, and threw it on the sofa. "I also deliberately told that kid that Brady had rebelled, and now I am a desperate mandarin duck who resists Satan."
He turned around and walked into the holding room, leaned down and looked at Brady, with a joking smile on his face, "Look, you can't die now even if you want. You have to be on the list with me, on Lucifer's eternal torture list. We have one more thing in common. In addition to this bad fate, we also have a greed for life and a fear of death in our bones."
Brady's expression finally changed.
The confidence and fear he had just now disappeared, and a trace of real panic flashed in his eyes.
He knows Lucifer's methods, and the fate of a betrayer is ten thousand times more terrible than death.
At this moment, a low barking sound came from the distance.
Not a sound.
It was a low roar that came one after another, drifting along the night wind. It was as dull as if it came from the ground, and it made the window glass tremble slightly.
The ground was shaking faintly, and the glass on the table shook slightly, making a small crashing sound, as if countless wild beasts were running wildly from the depths of the woods.
Bai Haorui's face changed instantly.
The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and the pale golden light flowed under the skin. Divine Sense spread out like a tide with full force, covering an area of several hundred meters in an instant. In his perception, dense black light spots poured out from the oak forest, at least hundreds of them, all of which were Hellhound with an evil aura.
There are two extraordinarily large light spots at the front, and their aura is more than ten times stronger than the ordinary Hellhound. They are the leader-level Hellhound.
"No, why are there so many?!" Crowley was also confused. He originally thought that at most three or five of them would come, and ten of them would be killed to death, just to force Brady to relent, but this overwhelming formation was not right at all.
"You're here for me." Bai Haorui reacted immediately with a solemn tone.
"Damn it!" Crowley cursed lowly and his face darkened.
"Let me out! I'll tell you anything! Pestilence is..." Brady panicked for a moment, struggled desperately and shouted, his voice changing the tone.
"Shut up!" Crowley sternly stopped him and turned to Winchester Brothers and said, "It's too late to run! No one knows Hellhound better than me. We have been targeted. If we run out, we will only be torn apart in the open space!"
"Damn it, I just said I can't trust him!" Sam glared at Dean with anger in his tone.
"Okay, is it fun to talk about hindsight now?" Dean replied, turned around and ran to the kitchen, "There is salt in the kitchen! Sam, get the holy water!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp "crash" sound, and all the window glass in the living room shattered.