Lisa walked forward quickly, his face full of worry.
"Dean, what happened? You are covered in cold sweat."
"It's okay." Dean gasped, "Pack your things and stay here Bobby to avoid the limelight for the time being."
Lisa didn't ask any further questions, turned around and went upstairs to pack his luggage.
Dean stood in the living room and looked around.
Ben's game controllers were scattered on the sofa, and unwashed plates were placed on the dining table. Under the warm yellow light, this was the fireworks world he dreamed of. But at this moment, he clearly realized that this peace had been shattered.
It was me who had brought disaster into the lives of innocent mother and child. The strong guilt was stuck in my chest, making me breathless.
When he arrived at Bobby's house, he subconsciously glanced at the closed iron door in the basement. It was quiet inside, and he couldn't hear any movement.
Bai Haorui is still practicing hard in seclusion.
After Lisa took Ben upstairs and settled down, the door to the living room was closed, and the atmosphere in the room was instantly depressing.
Dean turned his back to Bobby, and his voice was tight.
"You already knew that Sam was still alive."
This is not a question.
Bobby rubbed the messy stubble on his chin and admitted frankly.
"That's right."
Dean turned around suddenly, his eyes red.
"How long."
"A whole year."
Dean let out a self-deprecating sneer.
"Okay, that's great. Everyone knows about it, except me. I am tortured to death by guilt every day, and you just stand by and watch me coldly?"
Bobby was equally excited, his volume was raised, and his brows were tightly knitted together.
"Dean! You finally escaped from the hunter's quagmire! You finally have an ordinary family! I have seen too many hunters die miserably, and only a handful of them can escape! I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart that you can live a stable life!"
Dean's voice was obviously trembling.
"Then has anyone asked me, do I want this kind of life?! I have nightmares every night, dreaming that Sam is suffering in Hell, and I try my best to read all the ancient books to find a way to save him, and you just watch me tossing around like a fool?!"
Bobby opened his mouth, but could not utter a rebuttal. Looking at Dean's red eyes, he felt equally uncomfortable, but he did not regret it.
In his opinion, Dean being able to live well is more important than anything else.
After a short silence, Bobby sighed and softened his tone.
"Not only Sam, but also that boy Haorui. Not long after Sam woke up, he plunged into the basement and promised not to leave the basement until he broke through the realm. I brought him food and water every half month, and rarely saw him in person. When Sam came to visit, the two of them talked through the iron door of the basement for most of the night. I don't know the specific content of the conversation."
Dean's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, Bai Haorui knew everything from the beginning.
Dean knows Bai Haorui's character very well. He looks calm and restrained on the outside, but he is paranoid in his heart.
He must have deeply attributed his failure to save Sam in the cemetery battle to his own lack of strength.
The moonlight slanted through the window glass and shone into the corridor, casting long silver-white light and shadow on the floor.
Dean leaned against the cold wall and looked towards the room upstairs. Lisa's quiet silhouette could be seen behind the curtains.
Sam held two cans of beer in his hand, walked to him and handed one over. Dean stretched out his hand to take it, the tab of the can was pulled open, and beer foam bubbled up.
Dean's voice was very low, full of exhaustion.
"I have been thinking whether I should leave directly. The monster is targeting me. If I disappear, they will be safe."
Sam didn't speak, which was considered as acquiescence to this idea.
Dean took a deep breath, walked to Lisa's door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Lisa stood behind the door with a calm expression, as if he had expected this moment to come.
Dean My throat felt tight and I was filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry, I brought danger into your life. It's my fault."
Lisa asked softly, "Are you here to say goodbye to me?"
Dean lowered his eyelids and stared at the floor under his feet, remaining silent, which was regarded as admission.
He didn't dare to raise his head and look directly into Lisa's eyes, fearing that if he took one more look, he would never have the courage to leave.
Lisa smiled slightly and reached out to touch his arm lightly.
"Dean, you are just a fool. I know there are many secrets in your past. But this past year has been the happiest time in my life. Ben often shows off to his classmates that he has a very powerful uncle. We are not that fragile."
Dean shook his head, his attitude was extremely determined.
"No. The risk is too high. I have seen too many monsters' revenge methods. I can't afford to gamble. I can't let you get hurt because of me."
Lisa stopped persuading her. She understood that once Dean made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it.
She stood on tiptoes and gave Dean a gentle hug.
"Take care of yourself."
Dean's body stiffened, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his arms to hug her back for a very brief moment, and soon let go.
He was afraid that the warmth of the embrace would shake his determination.
I know clearly in my heart that if I turn around this time, the happiness of ordinary people may disappear completely.
The night was dark, and the night completely enveloped the town.
The group returned to Dean's suburban house and planned to set up a trap to lure the giant spirit out.
Gwen squatted beside every door and window, his cinnabar pen moving quickly, drawing defensive runes stroke by stroke.
The wrist movements are smooth and flowing, the rune lines are smooth and complete, and the foundation of more than ten years of practice is clear at a glance. Another male hunter Campbell Family, Christian, checked all the firearms one by one, loaded the salt gun with ammunition, and carefully checked the firing status of the weapon.
Samuel stood by the window, looking out at the dark streets, looking like a confident old hunter. He walked up to Dean, looking at the furnishings in the house, and his tone was somewhat nostalgic.
"Mary also longed for a house like this back then. She once said she wanted to find a small house in the suburbs, plant flowers, raise dogs, and live a peaceful life."
Dean just nodded perfunctorily and did not answer the question. Dean was wary of this grandpa who came back from the dead and appeared out of thin air.
There must be a conspiracy behind the resurrection, and he did not dare to let down his guard easily.
Samuel didn't care about Dean's indifference and continued.
"Monsters are causing chaos everywhere now, and we are in urgent need of manpower. Winchester Family and Campbell are two bloodlines, and they are hunters by nature. You can consider joining our team."
"Let's talk about it later." Dean responded calmly.
While others were busy setting up the scene, Dean quietly moved to Sam and asked in a low voice.
"What... is it like inside Hell."
Sam's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, and the slight smile on his face dissipated in an instant. He turned his face sideways to avoid Dean's sight, and his tone was cold.
"Dean, I don't want to talk about this topic."
"I'm just asking, if you're feeling bad, we can talk."
"What's there to talk about?" Sam interrupted Dean directly, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "I'm back, I can breathe fresh air, drink, hunt, and see you again. Isn't that enough? Repeatedly thinking about Hell's experience will only add to my troubles."
Dean's heart sank.
Something is wrong, something is really wrong.
In the past, Sam would reveal all the pain in his heart, would be tortured by Hell's nightmares until he cried late at night, and would seek comfort from himself.
But the Sam in front of me sealed all her emotions under the shell, hard and cold, and refused to recall the pain of the past.
But Dean also knows that everyone has scars that they don't want to touch, and he doesn't want to force Sam to open the wounds.
He turned around and found Bobby not far away, and spoke in a low voice.
"There is something wrong with Sam. If Haorui were here, relying on his Divine Sense, he would definitely be able to see the problem."
Bobby sighed heavily.
"We can only wait for him to come out. That kid is stubborn and won't come out unless he pushes himself to the limit. I hope nothing bad happens."
The night was getting darker and darker, and only a small dim lamp was lit inside the house.
Samuel told everyone, "We all retreated to the outside of the house to ambush. You two brothers will be left as bait. The giant spirit is suspicious by nature and will not take the bait when there are many people. We are nearby and will rush in to provide support if anything happens."
Everyone in the Campbell Family evacuated the house, leaving only Dean and Sam in the house.
The old-fashioned wall clock was ticking, and the chirping of insects at night could be heard in the distance. Dean held a silver dagger tightly in his hand, and the nerves in his whole body were extremely tense.
A familiar feeling of dizziness suddenly swept through Dean's brain.
Oops, I've been tricked again.
The reality before our eyes is quickly distorted and shattered.
In the hallucination, neighbor Sid was covered in blood, with a huge wound on his forehead. He stared at Dean with hatred in his eyes. "Just because I met you, I am going to lose my life? What did I do wrong?"
The scene switched again. The black shadow controlled Lisa and Ben. Ben cried "Uncle Dean", Lisa's hair was messy and his face was covered with tears. The black shadow picked up a bowl of black and green venom and was about to forcefully pour it into Ben's mouth.
Dean desperately tried to rush forward, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead weights and he couldn't move even half a step.
"It's all your fault, Dean. No matter where you escape, disaster will follow you. No one can protect you." The phantom disguised as Lisa raised a strange smile on its lips.
Huge guilt and fear gripped Dean's heart, and a feeling of suffocation came over her face.
Watching the tragedy happen but unable to do anything about it, it was exactly the same as the despair that day at the cemetery.
"Bang!!"
A gunshot rang out in the room.
The illusion faded away quickly like the tide. Dean gasped for air, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were all soaked with sweat. Sam was standing not far away, with a faint smoke of gunpowder still floating in the muzzle of his hand, and the sound of running footsteps of giant spirits could be heard outside the window.
Sam stretched out his hand to help Dean.
"Are you okay?"
Dean raised his hand and threw his arm away, supporting the wall to stand upright with difficulty, his heart still beating crazily.
The hallucination just now was too real, and Ben's cry seemed to still linger in his ears.
He raised his eyes and looked at Sam's unusually calm face, feeling a chill in his heart.