Sam's face darkened. "Are you serious? Do you think I would take such a risk with my own brother? Are you sick?" He paused and softened his tone, "I'm just happy that we can cure him."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out. Samuel stood there, looking at his back, his eyes full of suspicion.
Scene 11: Vampire lair, disguise and infiltrate
Dean Wait for the two patrolling vampires to pass by, then sneak into the building.
The corridor was filled with the smell of blood and mold. He tightened his grip on the syringe in his hand, walked as lightly as possible, and his heart was beating fast - this was one of the most risky plans in his life.
"Hey."
There was a sudden sound from behind. Dean turned around suddenly and saw Robert standing there.
"You're the one Boris bit outside the bar, right?" Robert smiled, "He told us to keep an eye on you."
"Yeah." Dean nodded, trying to act as natural as possible.
"Not bad, we can still find it here. Come with me." Robert turned around and walked forward, "You must be starving, right?"
"Uh..."
Robert walked to the refrigerator, took out a bag of blood and handed it to him. "Take it."
"I'm fine. I killed several people when I came here. I drank enough." Dean waved his hands, his stomach churning.
"Oh, by the way, there are regulations above. You can't kill people casually now." Robert took a sip of blood and said casually, "But you have to tell me, what does it feel like to kill people and suck blood?"
"Okay, when I get a chance, I'll let you try it myself." Dean twitched his lips.
"That's interesting." Robert smiled and led him inside, "Don't worry about those people, they are just jealous. Only recruiters can pick up those girls, and you will be the same in the future, brother."
"Recruiter?"
"Yes, the boss will tell you later."
The two walked into the hall. Boris was sitting behind the table, watching Kristen write something. "Wait for me." He said without raising his head, reading the sentence written by Kristen in his mouth, "'Your skin is the black velvet of late night.' Yes, that stupid girl will definitely like this, and she can't wait to see me right away."
He looked up at Kristen, with a malicious tenderness in his tone. "Go find yourself some blood to drink, honey, and then come back and be obedient, okay?"
Kristen nodded, his eyes were dull, and he turned around and left.
Boris stood up, walked to Dean, and looked him up and down. "Great, I thought the hunter had chopped off your beautiful head."
"No, I escaped." Dean said calmly, "Sorry, what is a hunter?"
"You'll know when they find this place," Boris sneered, "You'll tear out their intestines. Have you eaten?"
"Hmm."
"Very well, you need to conserve your energy."
"What is it used for?"
"Robert didn't tell you?" Boris raised an eyebrow, "How big do you think I look like?"
Dean pretended to hesitate. "Thirty-three?"
"Oops... about six hundred years." Boris laughed, "Let me tell you, this is the best time to be a vampire in the past six hundred years. Dracula? Annie Rice? Forget it. Those little girls are so dizzy with heat that they regard us as Prince Charming driving Volvo. They want a promise ring with fangs, so I will give it to them."
He turned around and pointed to the cage behind him, which contained several dazed girls. "You, go out and trick them and bring them back to me."
"What are those cages for?" Dean asked with a frown, feeling chilled in his heart.
"Oh, just lock them up temporarily and wait until they become obedient." Boris said casually, "When these girls become obedient, let them go out to deceive boys like you, and the cycle will continue."
"I have to say, I admire you very much." Dean said sincerely, but his heart sank to the bottom, "Did you come up with this whole system?"
"No, no, no," Boris waved his hands repeatedly and smiled meaningfully, "I am just the executor, making sure you all obey. This is all his idea." He raised his finger and pointed at the ceiling, "Our father."
"Your father?" Dean's heart moved - this is the Alpha they are looking for?
"You are really curious." Boris looked at him with a half-smile, "Don't worry, you will know it later. What, you want to visit?"
"That's what I meant." Dean put his hand quietly into his pocket and held the syringe.
Boris turned around and walked forward. Dean immediately took out the syringe and was about to prick it when his hand shook and a drop of dead blood fell on the ground.
Boris stopped suddenly, turned around slowly, and his eyes instantly became fierce. "Are you playing tricks on me, kid?"
He grabbed Dean's wrist with a force as strong as an iron pincer. The syringe in Dean's hand fell to the ground and broke.
At this moment, a deep, ancient voice suddenly sounded in the entire hall, as if it rang directly in everyone's mind:
"Father."
The ferocity on Boris's face disappeared instantly, replaced by pious fear. He murmured and repeated, "Father..."
All the vampires covered their heads and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Dean also felt as if his head was going to explode, and countless images rushed into his mind--
A tall black figure stood in the darkness, and two little girls came over holding hands, showing their sharp fangs, and handed him a cup filled with blood.
The black shadow reached out and touched the little girl's face, with a strange tenderness in his eyes. Countless vampires came out of the darkness, densely packed, like an army ready to go.
Dean's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
I don't know how long it took, Dean woke up suddenly with a headache that was about to split.
The vampires in the hall had just recovered from the mental shock when Boris roared, "Catch him!"
Several vampires immediately pounced on him.
The power of the vampire has already surged through Dean's body, and his senses, speed, and strength have all surged to unprecedented levels. He rolled on the spot, dodged the sharp claws, picked up the broken glass on the ground, and slit the throat of the vampire in front with a flip of his wrist. His movements were so fast that only afterimages were left. He fought and retreated all the way. Robert rushed over and wanted to sneak attack. Dean ducked sideways and grabbed the knife in his hand with his backhand. With the surge of strength in his body, he twisted his wrist and chopped off the opponent's head.
Blood sprayed all over his face, and the hot smell of blood not only did not make him sick, but made the power in his blood vessels more agitated. The blood in his bones blended with the bestiality of a vampire, like a beast rushing out of Hell.
He fought all the way to the stairs, slashing and curling the knife with his fists and bumping with his elbows. The three surrounding vampires separated their heads without even letting out a scream. The corridor was full of splashing blood and fallen corpses. Dean gasped for breath, and finally stepped on Boris's head. His chest heaved violently, his fangs were still exposed outside his mouth, and the ferocity in his eyes did not fade away for a long time.
Outside the lair, Samuel and Sam had just parked their cars when they heard the sound of fighting coming from the building.
"It should be right here." As soon as Samuel finished speaking, a vampire jumped down from the roof and pounced on Sam.
Sam ducked sideways and pierced its heart with a knife. The vampire turned into a ball of ashes.
"You were talking about sneaking in, but now it's all exposed." Samuel raised his eyebrows.
"Go in." Sam gripped the knife tightly and rushed in first.
As the two of them walked inside, the ground was littered with corpses of vampires, most of them beheaded and died tragically.
"It seems that your brother still has the blood of the Campbell family in his heart." Samuel whistled.
The two walked to the hall and saw Dean standing in the middle, with Boris's head under his feet, covered in blood, like a beast that had just been fished out of blood.
"Dean, are you okay?" Sam walked over quickly.
"I'm fine." Dean gasped, threw the knife on the ground, and moved his feet away from Boris's head. He raised his eyes and looked at Sam. The still figure at the alleyway swayed in his mind again. He looked away and said nothing more.
In the motel room in the early morning, Samuel poured various ingredients into a cup. The dark red liquid bubbled and gave off an unpleasant fishy smell.
"If this thing works, the process will definitely be uncomfortable. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"Hurry up." Dean sat beside the bed, his face pale, and the thirst in his throat was still burning him.
Sam stood aside and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, what did you see inside?"
"What?" Dean frowned. His senses were still very sharp now. The sound of Sam's blood flow buzzed in his ears, giving him a headache. "Sam, I can't hear you clearly. The sound of your blood is too loud. Stay away from me. Give me the antidote quickly."
Samuel handed the cup over. Dean took it, looked at the disgusting liquid in the cup, and took a deep breath. "Cheers."
He raised his head and drank.
Just a few seconds after drinking it, his expression changed. His stomach was churning, and he suddenly bent over and vomited violently. The vomited out was all black and red blood, and his whole body hurt as if Bones had been torn apart and reassembled.