He looked at the corpses on the ground, and his tone was a little anxious. "Bobby? It's me. We were at Wisconsin, six corpses, the chests were all torn open, there was no EMF reaction, no sulfur, and no spell bag was found. But we found this--"
He raised his chin towards Sam, and Sam raised the strange claw-like object in front of the camera. It was the size of a fingernail, glowing with horn, and had sharp edges.
"Hurry up and find out what this is. This thing is killing people like crazy. If you have any news, get back to me immediately."
The background sound on the other end of the phone was a bit muffled, like it was in a basement. Bobby's tone was a little impatient. "Dean, I'm a little busy right now."
"What are you busy with? We have a case here!" Dean said angrily, "Check it out quickly and call me back."
He hung up the phone and turned to look at Sam. Sam didn't say anything, just nodded, his eyes still focused on the claw, his expression was calm and unobtrusive, as if he was looking at an ordinary object.
Dean Looking at his appearance, his heart sank quietly, as if a small stone had fallen.
Not long after, the two followed the trail to a church parish in the suburbs.
Dean was hiding behind the stone pillar, gasping for air. The stone pillar was so cold that it hurt his back.
There was a cut on his arm, blood seeped out, and the shirt sleeves stuck to the skin, causing burning pain. Sam's muffled groans and Lamia's roars came from behind, and the sounds made people's ears hurt. The situation was terrible.
The silver knife was useless at all. It only left a white mark on the monster's body, and sparks flew up. This thing is not afraid of the silverware blessed by the priest.
He took out his cell phone and called Bobby. His voice was very low and a little embarrassed. "Bobby! The silver knife is useless! This thing is not afraid of the silverware blessed by the priest at all. What is plan B? Hurry up!"
There was a bit of noise on the other end of the phone, like wind, whistling.
The person who answered the phone was not Bobby, but a deep and steady male voice, Bai Haorui.
"Do you have a kitchen there?" Bai Haorui's voice was steady, like a reassurance, coming through the receiver, "Find salt and rosemary, mix them together and fry them over high heat. The aroma will burn through its internal organs."
Dean was stunned for a second, then reacted and shouted, "Received!"
He hung up the phone, picked up the candlestick next to him and rushed back, shouting as he ran, "Sam! Get out of the way!"
The kitchen in the back hall of the church was filled with thick smoke, and the smell of burnt salt and rosemary spread everywhere, making people cough and cry.
Lamia let out a shrill roar with a high-pitched voice, stumbled and broke the stained glass window and escaped. The glass shards shattered on the ground, shining with light and making a crashing sound.
Sam gasped while leaning on the silver knife. The blade was curled up into a small hole and was pitted.
He looked at Dean and frowned. "Who was it just now? Bai?"
"Yeah." Dean wiped the ashes on his face. The gray lines were black, like a tabby cat. "Bobby seemed very busy over there. He answered the phone."
Sam nodded, put away the knife without asking any more questions, and moved swiftly.
He also knew in his heart that Bobby would never let himself be idle, and he must be holding back something big.
It's just that... when he thought of Bobby, he didn't feel too much in his heart. It seemed like he was just an ordinary acquaintance, not the elder who watched them grow up.
Dean Looking at his plain side face, my heart sank again, like a big stone falling.
After the two of them finished handling the scene at Marcy's house, they returned to Bobby's house. It was already evening.
When I opened the door, a gust of night breeze came in, cool and carrying the moisture of night dew.
Rufus was holding the phone with a bit of pride on his face. He had just hung up the phone, the screen was still on, and the blue light reflected on his face.
"There is news. Fergus·Rod Rick·MacLeod, Canisbay who was born in Scotland in 1661." He sat down on the chair, the chair creaked and swayed, "He had a son named Gavin. After his parents died, he immigrated to United States. In 1723, he became a merchant ship captain. The ship sank near Massachusetts, and his body was not found."
"What's the use of that?" Bobby frowned and poured him a glass of whiskey. The glass hit the table with a sound and the wine sloshed.
"Don't worry," Rufus smiled, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and smashed it. "Thirty years ago, divers discovered the wreckage of the shipwreck. They didn't find Bones, but they found his signet ring. It is now in Andover's Maritime Museum, and it is called 'Treasures of the Deep'."
Bobby's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a lamp was lit, shining brightly.
Ring - With the belongings of the deceased, you can summon ghosts. Use the ghost of Gavin to make a deal with Crowley. If you don't believe him, you won't compromise.
"I'm going to steal the ring." Rufus slapped the table with a "pop" sound that made the wine glass jump. He stood up and walked out, his windbreaker bringing up a gust of wind.
"Be careful--" Before Bobby could finish speaking, Rufus had already gone out, and the door banged shut, causing the keychain on the wall to shake.
He looked at Rufus's back and shook his head, feeling a little grateful in his heart.
This old guy is not forgiving with his words, but he is reliable in his work.
Bai Haorui was sitting at the table, spinning a Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips. The copper coin glowed with a pale golden light and turned into a small circle under the dim light. The light and shadow swayed on the table in circles.
He spoke slowly, "It's not difficult to steal the ring. What's difficult is how to get Gavin to speak after summoning him. Crowley may not care about his son, and his son may not be willing to help outsiders."
Bobby was stunned for a moment, then reacted and frowned. "You mean...Gavin may not be willing to tell the location of the bones?"
"Under normal circumstances, how could a son be willing to help outsiders deal with his father?" Bai Haorui raised his eyes, his eyes calm, as if he was stating an ordinary thing, "No matter how bad that person is."
Bobby looked at him, wanting to say something, but in the end he just nodded and sighed heavily.
He knows that Bai Haorui understands souls and is better at dealing with ghosts than he is. With him here, this matter is mostly stable.
Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a burger in his hand. It was completely cold, the crust was soft, the wrapper was wrinkled, and he had no appetite.
He looked at Sam on the chair opposite. Sam was quietly wiping the knife, wiping it with a suede cloth. The light of the knife reflected on his face, which showed no expression, like a delicate doll, repeating actions mechanically.
Dean's heart was filled with panic, like a ball of wet cotton.
He could only pick up his cell phone and call Bobby, his fingertips trembling a little.
The phone rang several times before it was picked up. Bobby's voice sounded a little busy, a little angry, and had a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Bobby? It's me." Dean spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Let me tell you something... Sam There's something wrong with him. I know that things like soul tearing will definitely change, but... it's not right, it's really wrong. I'm very confused, and about leaving Lisa and Ben, I don't know if what I did is right or wrong..."
He talked nonstop, as if he wanted to pour out all the anguish in his heart. But there was no response from the other end of the phone, only a faint noise.
"Bobby? Are you listening?" Dean is a little aggrieved, like a child that no one cares about.
"I'm here." Bobby's voice suddenly dropped, with suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt, "Dean, I'm really inconvenient right now."
"Inconvenient?" Dean was stunned, "I'm telling you about Sam--"
"Sam Sam Sam!" Bobby burst out suddenly, and the roar came through the receiver, which made Dean's ears numb and he almost couldn't hold the phone. "Can you two be more mature? Do you think you two are the worst in the world?"
Dean was stunned by the scolding. He was speechless while holding his mobile phone. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
"If you want to check information, I will check it for you; if you get into trouble, I will wipe your butt; if you feel unhappy, you will call me to complain. When was it not me? When was it that I didn't help you?" Bobby became angrier and angrier as he spoke. I was trembling, "But do you know? Crowley is holding my soul! The countdown keeps running! Every day when I open my eyes, I think about how many days I can live. I try my best to think of a way, but it's better for you to just focus on your own little things all day long!"
Dean My throat felt tight, and I felt guilty and uncomfortable, as if I was stuffed with a ball of wet cotton.
He never knew that Bobby had to endure so much. He always thought that Bobby was omnipotent and could always help them solve their problems, but he forgot that he also had his own troubles and that he was also an ordinary person.
"Bobby, I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice almost hoarse, "If you need anything from us, just ask us and we'll be there right away."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Bai Haorui's faint voice came, as if he had taken the phone over. The background sound was a little far away, "Don't think too much, Bobby is in an urgent situation and is a little emotional. You can finish the case on hand first, and I will call you over when the arrangements are made here."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, leaving only beeps in the receiver, ringing monotonously.
Dean put down the phone, looked at Sam across from him, and let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to exhale all the air in his lungs.
"Bobby is in trouble?" Sam raised his eyes and asked, his tone was very calm, as if he was asking about a trivial matter, without even raising his eyelids.
"Crowley holds his soul." Dean's voice became hoarse, "We have all forgotten this."
Sam frowned and said nothing. He paused while wiping the knife on his hand and continued. There was indeed a trace of surprise in his heart, but that was all.
He couldn't empathize like Dean, couldn't feel guilt or worry, it was like listening to a stranger's story and letting it go.
Dean Looking at his appearance, I felt a chill in my heart, from head to toe.
Rufus went to the museum to steal a ring, but was caught by the security guard and took the stolen goods directly. He sent them directly to the police station.
Bobby had no choice but to call Jody and make an appointment to meet at the back door of the police station.
It was a cool night, and the street lamps were buzzing. Flying insects were circling around the light bulbs, making the light bulbs snap and pop. Jody walked out wearing a police uniform, his coat was unbuttoned, and he was holding a stack of documents in his hand. The edges of the paper were curled up, and his brows were knitted into knots.