In the room, Lucifer stood by the window with his back to them. Nick's body was even more ulcerated - purple blood vessels covered his neck and half of his face. The skin at the corners of his eyes had begun to ulcerate, revealing the dark red flesh inside.
But his voice still had a careless laziness, as if he was waiting for an old friend to come. "Hey, you are here. We are rare visitors."
With two "bang" sounds, two strong demons flashed out from the shadows and clamped the arms of the two brothers on the left and right. The demon's hands were like iron pliers. Sam struggled a little, and his arms were so painful that they almost broke. Bones couldn't break free at all.
My heart sank to the bottom. Sure enough, I had been prepared.
"We are not here to fight." Sam raised his head and tried his best to sound calm, but the slightly trembling tail tone still betrayed his emotions.
Lucifer slowly turned around, with a teasing smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice. He glanced at Sam, and then at Dean, as if looking at two prey that had fallen into a trap. "Oh? Then what are you here for? Surrender?"
Sam's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he went on with the words he had made up before, with a very low tone and a bit of resignation. "I will promise you. I am willing to say yes. Judgment Day will not be able to stop it, and we admit it. I will be your container. After it is over, my brother and I will survive, and you have to bring our parents back -"
"Okay, don't act like this bloody soap opera here." Lucifer interrupted him, the smile on his lips was deeper, but not warm at all, "Sam, I know you are bringing Horsemen's Rings. Those magic keys that can open my cage, right?"
Dean and Sam felt their hearts pounding at the same time, as if their hearts were being squeezed hard.
But neither of them dared to show any flaws on their faces. Sam shook his head and said frankly, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Stop pretending." Lucifer took two steps forward, his eyes piercing Sam like needles, "I have never lied to you, Sam. I know exactly what you are thinking. Your little abacus is as transparent as a piece of paper in my eyes."
He paused, spread his hands, and even sounded a little generous, "But it doesn't matter... I quite like this idea. Let's fight in your head, one-on-one, no tricks. If you win, you kick me back into the cage; if I win... then I win. How about it?"
He even hummed a ditty, slowly and with a bit of joking. "I'll bet your soul with a golden violin, I'm better than you--"
Sam ignored his provocation and turned to look at Dean. The two looked at each other, Sam's eyes were full of desperate determination, and he still There was a hint of uneasiness that was not easy to detect. Dean looked at him, his heart felt like it was tightly grasped by hands, and he was panicking with pain, but he knew that Sam was right, they had no other choice.
Dean gritted his teeth and nodded very softly.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He suppressed the surging emotions and whispered the incantation to open the contract. The syllables were ancient and obscure. "Bvtmon... Tabges... Babalon."
The moment the last syllable fell, severe pain swept through his body.
Sam His whole body spasmed violently. It was as if there were countless needles piercing Bones his seams, and it was as if something was forcefully drilling into his body, squeezing from his pores, from Bones, from his blood, and into his soul. He couldn't help but groan, his body was shaking uncontrollably, veins popped up on his forehead, and sweat instantly wet his hair and flowed down his cheeks.
"Sam!" Dean called to him with red eyes, trying desperately to break free from the devil's grip. His shoulders were almost twisted and dislocated, but he couldn't move.
Sam was so painful that his eyesight turned black and his consciousness began to blur. With his last bit of clarity, he roared out, "Dean! Open the door quickly! Now!"
Dean immediately freed up a hand and took out four Horsemen's Rings from his pocket.
His fingertips were shaking so much that he misaligned the first time and almost dropped the ring. Gritting his teeth, he put the four ring slots together tightly for the second time and roared out the incantation to unlock Hell's Cage.
"Boom--"
The ground shook violently, and a gap opened in the floor in the center of the room. Hot red light came out from the gap, carrying scorching heat and a strong smell of sulfur. Hell's Gate slowly opened, and the gap became wider and wider, with dark red magma light surging inside.
But at this moment, Sam's struggle suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head, his body no longer trembled, and even his breathing calmed down.
Dean's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
The next second, Sam slowly raised his head.
The pain on his face disappeared completely, replaced by Lucifer's lazy and sarcastic smile.
He pulled away slightly, and the two demons holding his arms didn't even have time to scream. With two "pop" sounds, they exploded into two balls of black smoke, leaving not even the dregs behind.
"I'm just teasing you." Lucifer said slowly, with his face in Sam's face, as if he was joking, "Sam has disappeared long ago."
"No!"
Dean's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed over like crazy.
Lucifer raised his hand and waved lightly, and the black holy light swept over. Dean hit the wall behind him as if he was hit by a truck, with a muffled "thud". He fell to the ground, Bones hurt all over his body, his chest was so tight that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lucifer walked slowly to Hell's Gate, looked down at the crack with red light, and recited a spell casually. His tone was very casual, as if he was closing an ordinary door.
Immediately afterwards, the cracked floor slowly closed, the red light was swallowed up little by little, the heat gradually dissipated, and even the dust on the ground was slowly covered back.
Within a few seconds, the ground in the center of the room returned to its original state, as if Hell's Gate had never appeared before.
"I told you before." Lucifer tilted his head and showed a Sam-like smile to Dean. His eyebrows were crooked, but the sight made people feel cold all over. "This will definitely happen to Detroit."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, turned into a black smoke, and disappeared directly into the room.
There was only Dean left in the room, and there was a mess all over the floor.
Dean slid down from the wall and collapsed on the ground. He clutched his hair with both hands, his knuckles turned white, and he couldn't feel his nails digging into his scalp.
Huge panic and despair overwhelmed him, drowning him like a tide.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Only tears fell uncontrollably on the dusty floor, leaving small wet marks.
The plan is all ruined...Sam is gone...Apocalypse is coming...
I can't do anything... I can't do anything...
It was already noon when Dean returned to the motel in despair.
He opened the door and everyone inside looked over. Bobby was sitting at the table cleaning his shotgun, Castiel was leaning against the window, and Bai Haorui was sitting on a chair against the wall. They had just finished a round of forced breath adjustment, and their face was still pale, and their lips had no color at all.
Seeing Dean's appearance, Bai Haorui's heart suddenly sank.
"Where is Sam?" he asked, his voice a little tight.
Dean didn't speak, just shook his head. He walked to the chair, sat down heavily, and held his forehead with both hands. His whole body seemed to have had his soul taken away, and his back was hunched.
The TV in the room was on, and the news anchor's trembling voice came out through the current. "...Portland had a 7.6-magnitude earthquake, Boston had a 8.1-magnitude earthquake, Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran had strong earthquakes one after another. Many buildings collapsed. The current death toll is expected to be as high as six figures..."
The news is read out one after another, hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
Apocalypse, it really started.
"So... what should we do now?" Dean raised his head, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
"I suggest getting drunk and waiting for the shock wave to come over." Castiel opened his eyes, his tone as calm as if he was talking about today's weather, his blue eyes full of exhaustion and resignation.
"Thank you, great poet." Dean replied angrily, his chest heaving violently, and he asked again, "I mean, how to stop him? Is there any other way?"
"It can't be stopped." Castiel shook his head, his tone was very calm, but full of despair, "Lucifer and Michael will meet at the chosen battlefield, and the doomsday battle is about to begin. Everything is over, Dean. Fate is fate, no one can change it."
"It's over!"
Dean slammed the table, and with a bang, the water glass on the table jumped. He stood up suddenly, his eyes were frighteningly red, like a beast that was cornered. "We can't just give up! Sam is still in there! He didn't give in! He's still fighting!"
Bai Haorui also stood up with support on the table, his movements were too hasty, and the injury on his chest made him take a breath, and his face turned a little pale.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright, with an unwillingness to admit defeat. "Yes. Sam is still inside, we must not give up. Lucifer can suppress him for a while, but cannot suppress him for a lifetime."
Bobby looked at the two of them and sighed heavily, his tone full of helplessness. "Dean, Haorui, there is not much hope to begin with. We fight with angels and devils, it's just an egg against a stone..."
Dean didn't speak, his chest heaved violently. He suddenly remembered something, suddenly reached out and grabbed the mobile phone on the table, his fingers were shaking violently, he flipped through the address book for a long time, found the number of Chuck, and dialed it.
The phone rang several times before it was picked up. Chuck's panicked voice came from the other end, and there was the sound of typing in the background, "Hello? Dean? Wow, I didn't expect you to call - I'm writing this paragraph, I'm so nervous -"
"Stop talking nonsense." Dean was not in the mood to talk about anything else, so he interrupted him directly, his voice hoarse, "Sam agreed to Lucifer. Where will their decisive battle be?"
"I know, I am writing this paragraph." Chuck's voice was lowered, with a sense of mystery as a prophet, "The angels are very secretive, but I still saw it. At noon tomorrow, Stull Cemetery in the suburbs of Lawrence is... the one near your old house."
Lawrence...
Dean murmured and repeated it, his heart as heavy as lead. Everything must end where it begins, right?
"Is there any other way?" Dean held on to the last glimmer of hope, with a bit of begging in his voice, "Besides the ring, is there any other way to stop them? Can Sam be brought back?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
"No. I'm sorry, Dean." Chuck's tone was apologetic and sincere, "And... I don't know what will happen next. I really don't know. This paragraph... is not in my manuscript."
After hanging up the phone, Dean grabbed the coat on the back of the chair, turned around and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Bobby called him from behind.
"Go to the cemetery." Dean didn't look back, his steps were heavy, "I want to talk to Sam."
"Are you crazy?" Castiel stood up and stopped him with a frown, his blue eyes full of disapproval, "It's useless for you to arrive, you will only watch Michael kill your brother with your own eyes. That is the end of the world, and mortals can't get close."
"Then I have to go too." Dean raised his eyes and looked at him, with a stubbornness in his eyes that would not look back even after hitting a wall. "I can't let him die alone. Even if he dies, I have to accompany him."
"I'll go too."
Bai Haorui took a step forward, his steps were still a little weak, but he stood upright. His face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm.
"I'm going to hold Michael for as long as I can to give you time to talk to Sam."
"You don't want your life?" Dean turned around and glared at him, his voice rising, "You can't even walk steadily now! Lucifer You can't even beat me, but you still want to touch Michael? That's an archangel!"
"You can fight even if you are not walking steadily." Bai Haorui said in a calm tone, but with unquestionable determination, "Michael is an archangel, none of you can stop him. I will. Even if I fight to my death, I will give you five minutes."
He knew it very well. Last time it was Lucifer, and he lost, completely. This time Michael, he knew that he was no match. But he had to stand up - Dean must wake up Sam and not be interrupted by anyone. Whether Sam can wake up and win may depend on these few minutes.
Cultivation, soul, life... are nothing compared to these two brothers.
Dean looked at him, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing. He stepped forward and patted Bai Haorui's shoulder hard.
Thousands of words can be said in this moment.
No one advised me anymore.
The four people set off overnight and rushed to Lawrence. The night was so thick that it couldn't be cleared away. Impala was in front, and Bobby's pickup truck was behind. Two beams of car lights cut through the darkness, like two sparks that refused to be extinguished, and they drove forward stubbornly in the endless dark night.