But she didn't get to the bottom of it. She just said softly, "It's already half past eleven. You should rest early after your work."
Dean felt a sense of guilt in her heart, and at the same time she felt a little lucky. Fortunately, she did not continue to ask.
Lisa and Ben are his only weaknesses in this world, and he is absolutely unwilling to involve them in the bloody storm of demon hunting.
He opened his mouth to stop Lisa who was about to leave.
"Wait a minute. How about you take Ben to a night movie and get something to eat at the Cheesecake Factory by the way. I'll check the whole house and finish it here in case something really breaks in."
Lisa looked at his solemn expression and understood that the matter was far from as simple as dealing with the possum, so he nodded lightly without asking any more questions.
"Okay. Just be careful yourself."
Watching the car's headlights disappear at the end of the street, the disguised relaxation on Dean's face completely faded away.
With finger pressure, the mechanical sound of the salt gun being loaded was particularly clear in the quiet room.
He pressed his body close to the wall, walked very lightly, and checked the entire house from room to room.
The smell of sulfur in the air is getting stronger and stronger, like an invisible net that is slowly tightening.
He took out his mobile phone, and the phone number of Bai Haorui was displayed on the screen. His fingertips hovered over the dial button. He hesitated for a long time and finally stuffed the phone back into his pants pocket.
Forget it, Bai Haorui is now in the most critical stage of seclusion and cannot be disturbed casually.
I should be able to handle a few monsters on my own.
An old-fashioned wall clock hangs on the wall of the living room, the second hand keeps ticking, and every knock hits the human nerves.
Dean held the loaded salt gun in both hands and stepped on the wooden floor with the soles of his feet, making a slight creaking sound.
Without warning, the surrounding light began to twist and shake. Dean shook his head vigorously. At first, he thought it was just an illusion of exhaustion caused by long-term mental stress, but the outline of the living room furniture continued to deform and twist, and a figure slowly came out of the thick shadow.
Yellow vertical pupils, with that mocking sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth - Azazel.
Dean's throat was tight, and his finger was tightly holding the trigger, but his whole arm was as heavy as if it were filled with lead water, and he couldn't lift the gun no matter what.
Azazel's voice floated slowly in the living room, and every word was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
"Do you really think you can escape all this, Dean? You crawled back from Hell, and the debt you owe me and all the monsters must be repaid sooner or later. Hiding in this suburban house, you can pretend to be an ordinary person?"
Dean knows in his heart that what he sees is just an illusion.
But the memory of the torture in Hell was too vivid. The severe pain of the burning iron and the tearing of the flesh by the iron hooks spread upwards along the spine, and the cold chill penetrated the limbs and bones.
His consciousness was gradually dwindling, and he couldn't help but wonder whether his peaceful life for a whole year was just an illusory dream from beginning to end.
Just when he was about to completely fall into the illusion, there was a rapid sound of wind behind him.
A needle filled with antidote was accurately inserted into the back of the neck, and the cold medicine quickly flowed throughout the body along the blood vessels.
The illusion was like a piece of glass that had been smashed to pieces, instantly falling into pieces. Dean stumbled and held on to the back of the sofa, coughing violently uncontrollably, and felt a burning pain in his lungs.
A familiar male voice sounded in front of me.
"Breathe slowly, it will take some time for the antidote to take effect."
Dean raised his head suddenly.
Sam was standing in front of him, wearing a wear-resistant black demon hunting jacket.
Compared to a year ago, I am much thinner, and my jaw line is sharp and clear.
There was still an empty syringe in his hand.
Sam's eyes were deep and dark, with some complex emotions mixed in them, but he couldn't see the excitement and joy that should come from seeing him again after a long separation.
Dean The salt gun in his hand hit the wooden floor hard.
In the past year, he had dreamed countless times about the return of Sam.
In the dream, Sam was covered in blood, or calling her brother with a smile.
But every time I woke up from the dream, the room was only empty and silent.
At this moment, the real person is standing in front of you, Dean's feet are floating, as if you are in a dream, for fear that if you move even slightly, everything in front of you will disappear.
His throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably. "Sam?"
Sam There was a very shallow arc at the corner of his mouth.
"It's me, Dean."
Dean took half a step forward, then stopped abruptly, fearing that what he saw before him was still an illusion.
"How did you come back? Did God take action? Or was it Castiel? Cass Where are the others?"
Sam shook his head slightly, his expression calm and calm.
"I don't know. When I woke up, I was lying in a field. It was raining heavily outside and I was the only one around. I prayed countless times and tried to contact Castiel, but I never got any response."
Dean stared at him. After the shock faded, a ball of anger slowly rose in his heart, and his brows furrowed tightly.
"How long have you been back?"
Sam dodged his gaze, avoiding Dean's gaze, and answered in a low voice.
"Almost a year."
"One year?!"
Dean's volume suddenly increased, his chest heaved violently, anger, grievance, and pain all surged up, and his eyes instantly turned red. In the past more than three hundred days and nights, and many late nights, he sat with a wine bottle until dawn; he looked through all the ancient books in Bobby's home, trying his best to search for a way to save Sam; countless times from Sam Hell woke up from the nightmare of being tortured, soaked in cold sweat.
"I tried my best to find you everywhere! I almost wanted to break into Hell! You have lived peacefully for a whole year, and you refused to call me even with a text message or a phone call?!"
"Dean." Sam looked at him, his tone was very light, but his attitude was very stubborn, "It took a lot of effort for you to get the life you have now, a house, a stable home, and a life like an ordinary person. Once I show up, you will definitely leave everything behind and return to your identity as a hunter. You have been looking forward to this life for too long, and I cannot destroy it with my own hands."
Dean almost blurted out, completely out of control. "What I want is that my brother is alive!"
After saying one sentence, the two fell into silence at the same time. The only sound left in the living room was the ticking of the wall clock.
Dean turned sideways, breathing heavily, and raised his hand to wipe his cheek hard.
There are mixed feelings in my heart, and my anger is burning, but at the same time I feel sorry for Sam. I have been carrying so much alone for a whole year, and I don't even have anyone to talk to.
After a few seconds of silence, Dean calmed down his emotions, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind.
"You didn't come here alone, right? There are others outside?"
Sam was about to answer when the door to the living room was pushed open and three people walked into the room, two men and one woman, dressed in standard hunter attire. Their eyes were sharp and they scanned the mess in the house with calm expressions.
The woman walking at the front had short hair neatly tucked behind her ears, dark wear-resistant work clothes, and a bulging rune bag hung around her waist. Her fingertips were covered with thick calluses from years of drawing spells. She stood tall and straight, and every move she made showed the skill gained from years of experience in life and death. She raised her eyebrows slightly and extended her right hand towards Dean.
"Hello, Dean. My name is Gwen·Campbell. Sam often mentions you, and I finally met you today."
Campbell.
This surname was like thunder, exploding in Dean's mind. Mary's mother's family Campbell Family.
Before Dean could digest the matter, a thick and steady male voice came from behind. The crowd parted to both sides, and an old man with gray hair walked forward slowly. The old man had a tall and straight figure, and his face was full of ravines of years. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He wore a dark brown hunting jacket, worn old leather gloves on his hands, and a modified shotgun on his waist. He had the oppressive aura of a veteran hunter. He looked at Dean with a bit of emotion in his eyes.
"I am Samuel·Campbell. Your grandfather."
Dean's mind went blank.
Having lived for so long, I have seen many cases of resurrection from the dead, but none of these resurrections have been free of charge.
Danger alarm bells were ringing crazily in his heart.
He subconsciously turned to look at Sam. Sam nodded slightly, indicating that he should calm down first and not be impulsive.
Samuel waved his hand and asked Gwen and another male hunter to go out to guard the door. Only three people, Dean, Sam and Samuel, were left in the living room.
"I understand that this is difficult for you to accept." Samuel leaned on the edge of the dining table next to him with a solemn tone, "We ourselves also don't know who resurrected us all. Sam found us not long after he woke up. We investigated for twelve months and found no clues."
Dean frowned and asked, "What about the giant spirits? Traditionally, giant spirits have always lived in caves and would not go to residential areas to cause trouble."
Sam took over the conversation and his face became serious.
"Everything is different now. Today's djinn can disguise themselves as ordinary humans and mix among urban crowds. As long as there is skin contact, they can inject toxins into the human body. The toxins will create the most fearful hallucinations in the victim's heart, and finally the victim will die of heart failure. They have been chasing me for a long time, and after finding out that the next target is you, we will rush over immediately."
Samuel added on the side, "This is just the beginning. The entire hunter circle is now in complete chaos. Nocturnal monsters go out to hunt in broad daylight; werewolves can transform without a full moon; a large number of monsters that have never appeared in ancient books have appeared."
Dean felt heavy in his heart.
Rather than the raging monsters, the first thing that came to his mind was the safety of Lisa and Ben.
Since the djinn could track him to this house, he could definitely find them.
He grabbed his coat on the sofa and rushed towards the door.
"No, Lisa and Ben are in danger, I must confirm their safety."
Sam shouted loudly from behind, "I have sent people over to protect them!"
Dean didn't look back, kept walking, and said one sentence, "I want to see with my own eyes that they are safe and sound."
Dean was speeding all the way, and the car ran through several red lights one after another.
Seeing that Lisa and Ben were safe and sound, with not a single hair injured, my heart suddenly dropped to the ground, and my legs went weak, almost losing my balance.