Dean was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground. Blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth, and half of his face was instantly swollen.
"Sam! Can you hear me!" Dean supported the ground with one hand and struggled to get up. He spat out the blood and broken teeth in his mouth. He still stared at Lucifer and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I know you are in there! Don't give up!"
Lucifer sneered, walked over in a few steps, lifted him up by his collar, and punched him in the stomach again.
Dean groaned, curled up in pain, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Lucifer flicked it away, and Dean fell to the ground again, hitting his forehead on a stone, and blood flowed down his forehead, covering his face.
"He can hear it." Lucifer squatted down, reached out to grab Dean's hair, and raised his face. His tone was cruel and pleasant, like a cat playing with a mouse. "He will clearly feel the sound of every Bones of yours breaking. Let's take our time and don't be in a hurry."
One punch, another punch.
The muffled sound of the fist hitting the flesh was particularly clear in the silent cemetery. Dean was beaten until his vision was blurred, his face was covered with blood, and his consciousness began to fade, but he was still shouting Sam's name intermittently, talking about old things buried in his memory.
"Sam... When you were four years old during a thunderstorm... you were so frightened that you got into my bed... and you gripped my clothes so tightly... Forgot?"
"This is the first time you stole my dad's car... your palms are all sweaty... you can't even shift gears... you still insist that you can do it..."
"We drove Impala across United States... sat on the roof of the car and watched the stars... You said you wanted to find a place to settle down in the future... you don't have to run away anymore..."
His voice became softer and softer, but one sentence after another was like hammering nails into Lucifer's consciousness.
Lucifer was so annoyed by him that he frowned, grabbed his collar, and slammed him against Impala's car door. There was a "bang" sound, and the car door was dented. Lucifer raised his fist, preparing to give him the final blow and shut him up completely.
At this moment, his eyes glanced at the storage slot of the car door.
There was a small green plastic toy soldier stuck inside, most of the paint was worn off, and a small piece of the arm was missing, but it was stuck safely in the slot, as if it had been there a lifetime.
Lucifer's movements suddenly paused.
Countless images flooded into my mind uncontrollably, like a flood that opened a floodgate -
The little Sam stood on tiptoe and struggled to stuff the toy soldier into the ashtray of the car door. He raised his little face and smiled at Dean, saying in a sweet voice, "This way it can protect us."
The teenage Dean squatted on the floor of the car repair shop, reinstalling the removed car door panel. He held the fallen soldier with his fingertips and muttered "so childish" with disgust. However, he put his fingers very lightly and carefully pressed it back to its original position.
Also, Bai Haorui was riding in this car for the first time. While Dean was getting out of the car to refuel, he secretly stuffed a folded Safety Talisman into the mezzanine of the storage box, muttering, "Two fools work hard every day to get some luck."
Those days of blood and fire, those years of wandering, this broken car, and these noisy people are all Sam's homes.
It is the home of Sam.
Lucifer's expression began to distort, and his eyes struggled violently. Sometimes he sneered mockingly, and sometimes he looked painful.
Sam's will is like a bud breaking through the ground, drilling out crazily to regain control of his body. His hands began to tremble, and he couldn't fall down when he raised them in mid-air. The expression on his face was changing, and Lucifer's consciousness was being squeezed out bit by bit.
"Sam..." Dean looked at him vaguely, and called his name softly with a very soft voice, but full of determination.
In the rubble pile not far away, Bai Haorui was jolted awake by the shock just now.
His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. If he moved even slightly, he would feel a heartbreaking pain in his meridians.
But he heard Dean's voice and saw Lucifer's distorted face - Sam was fighting! This is the only chance!
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth, supported the ground with the half-broken sword in his hand, and climbed up bit by bit. The tip of the broken sword dug into the soil, supporting his shaky body.
Every time he moved, it was like countless knives were scraping his meridians. The backlash of the forbidden technique broke out in full force, and his soul was trembling to the point of falling apart.
But he couldn't stop.
He dragged his broken body to a suitable position and quickly formed a seal with his hands, with his left hand outside and his right hand inside, pinching it into Supreme Edict Seal. His fingertips turned white from the exertion. He squeezed out the last remaining Samadhi True Fire embers in True Gang and Lotus Seal, and even a wisp of his own spiritual soul.
"Your Majesty's decree, Soul Subduing lock the demon! Jiuyouyin Division, open the cage and lock the evil!"
He roared hoarsely, his voice was hoarse, and then he spurted out another mouthful of blood, all of which spilled onto the ground in front of him.
The golden runes were guided by blood essence and spread rapidly in the soil. The strokes were complicated and majestic, and in an instant they formed a huge Demon-Locking Formation with a diameter of three meters, just covering the feet of Lucifer.
In the center of the formation, the ancient mark of Hell's Cage was activated, a faint red light came out, and a faint roar came from deep underground.
He is forcibly inducing the coordinates of Hell's Gate, and at the same time using Demon-Locking Formation to suppress Lucifer's magical power, helping Sam stabilize control of his body.
This move almost drained him of all his strength. After doing this, he staggered and almost fell down. He only relied on the broken sword in his hand to hold him up.
The next second, Lucifer--no, it was Sam, suddenly came back to his senses.
The sarcasm and coldness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the familiar determination that belonged to Sam, as well as the apology and pain that could not be hidden.
He staggered back a step and immediately took out four Horsemen's Rings from his pocket. His hands were shaking slightly with excitement. He quickly put the four rings together and quickly recited the incantation to unlock Hell's Cage.
With the blessing of Demon-Locking Formation from Bai Haorui, Hell's Gate drove faster and more steadily than last time.
The ground began to shake violently, the surrounding tombstones collapsed, and rubble rolled down. A huge gap opened in the ground at Sam's feet, and hot red light poured out from the gap. Along with the Hell evil spirit's roar, a heat wave hit the face, making people unable to open their eyes.
"No!!"
An angry shout came from behind. Michael rushed over with anger all over his body. He just wanted to sort out his situation after knocking Bai Haorui away, but he found that Lucifer's consciousness was unstable and he was waiting for a reaction. At that time, Hell's Gate was about to open. Seeing the cracked ground, Michael's eyes were about to burst. He raised his hand and condensed a holy light blade, and slashed at Sam's back. "How dare you!"
Bai Haorui has been waiting for this moment.
He used his last bit of strength, jumped forward, opened his arms to block Sam's back, and used his back to forcefully receive Michael's blow.
"Pfft--"
The holy light blade struck the back, and the muffled sound of Bones shattering could be heard clearly.
Bai Haorui spat out another large mouthful of blood, and staggered forward a few steps, but gritted his teeth and did not fall down, blocking Sam like a crumbling mountain that refused to collapse.
He was speechless, his throat was full of blood, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear: If you want to touch him, step over my body first.
During this block, Sam looked back, with gratitude in his eyes, but he didn't hide.
He strode towards Michael who was rushing over. The moment the opponent approached, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Michael's arm, used the momentum to pull hard, and at the same time jumped into the crack of Hell.
"Sam--!!" Dean shouted heartbreakingly. He rushed to the crack and reached out to grab it, but he only caught a handful of hot air.
Red light rolled in the crack, and Michael's frightened and angry roars mixed with Lucifer's curses, gradually fading away. Bai Haorui also rushed forward, with half of his body thrust into the crack, and the heat wave hit his face, making his skin ache.
He wanted to jump in - he wanted to continue to suppress Lucifer in the cage. He couldn't let Sam face two archangels alone.
But the moment he leaned half of his body in, a hand stretched out from the red light and pushed hard on his chest.
It's Sam.
It was Sam who controlled Lucifer's power. At the last moment, he used his remaining consciousness to push him back.
Sam's voice came through the cracks, with a little smile and a little determination, light and airy, but it seemed to be engraved in Bai Haorui's heart. "Haorui... don't follow... take care of Dean and the others..."
Immediately afterwards, the cracks slowly closed, and the ground returned to smoothness without even a single crack, as if everything just now was an illusion.
The wind stopped.
The cemetery was quiet except for the heart-rending shouts of Dean and the soft sound of the hot wind blowing dust across the tombstones.
Bai Haorui knelt on the ground and punched the soil hard. His knuckles were broken, and blood mixed with the soil rubbed on his hands, making him miserable.
He lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a huge sense of frustration surged in his heart, drowning him like a tide.
He always thought that he was the strongest fighting force in the team and the one who could take care of things. But at the most critical moment, he failed to do anything. He failed to kill Lucifer, failed to stop Michael, and even couldn't even accompany Sam to play Hell.
He was like a superfluous person who could only watch everything happen.
... I still didn't protect him.
... I tried my best, but I could only watch him jump alone.
... too weak... too weak...
Dean knelt on the ground, staring at the place where Sam disappeared. His soul seemed to have been sucked out of his whole body, and even breathing felt painful.
The wind carried dust and fell on his hair and shoulders, but he didn't react, like a lifeless statue.
Suddenly, a soft white light lit up next to it.
The white light is not dazzling, but warm, like the afternoon sun. Castiel's figure slowly condenses in the light, from blur to clear, standing there intact.