Dean was dumbfounded. He shouted to no one just now, but Bai Haorui just flicked his finger and someone came out? The gap in the lineup is too big.
"It wasn't me who called him, it was him." Dean pointed at Bai Haorui, then realized and frowned, "Wait a minute, are you still fighting??"
Castiel's face changed.
"Yes." Castiel was silent for a few seconds and finally admitted, "Raphael, we are stopping him. So... I'm a little busy recently."
Dean wanted to say something more, but Bai Haorui spoke, his voice was very light but full of pressure. "Horn of Truth is also missing?"
Castiel raised his head suddenly with sharp eyes. "How do you know?"
"Guess." Bai Haorui shrugged, "No one is guarding the relics library, so it's normal to lose things. But this is not the one in the town. It's the horn of the old mortal god, Veritas."
Castiel breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned. "Veritas? How could she run out?"
"Someone stole the horn to summon her." Dean pouted, "Okay, since you're here, why don't you go and clean up the goddess together?"
"I still have something to do." Castiel immediately refused and glanced at Bai Haorui, "Raphael people are active in the human world recently. I have to keep an eye on them. Veritas you can solve it yourself."
He paused, looked at Dean, and said in a softer tone, "I will continue to investigate Sam's matter. I will notify you when there is news."
After saying that, he disappeared as quickly as he came.
The room became quiet again. Dean was stunned for a long time, then turned to look at Bai Haorui: "You already knew that Heaven was even more chaotic?"
"Guess." Bai Haorui smiled faintly and put Five Emperor Coins away, "Raphael has such a temper that it is impossible to just admit defeat."
Dean said nothing. His heart was in chaos - Heaven was in chaos, Hell was ready to move, Sam's soul was gone, Campbell Family was hiding a secret... It seemed that everything was rushing together, like a net, tightening tighter and tighter, making people breathless.
In the past, he always thought that if Apocalypse was over, everything would be over. Now he realizes that it is easy to break the old order, but it is difficult to establish a new order.
Sam went to the morgue alone and called him not long after, with a very serious tone. "Dean, the bodies are all gone."
"What do you mean disappeared?" Dean frowned, "Disappeared out of thin air?"
"The coroner said it was still there last night. When I opened the drawer this morning, it was empty." Sam's voice was steady. "The four bodies are all gone. There are no signs of intrusion or blood. It's like... they left on their own."
"You didn't leave by yourself, you were eaten." Dean glanced at Bai Haorui, "Veritas's rations."
"It should be." Sam paused, "One more thing. I found out about patient zero, named Corey. She was a female college student. She died a week earlier than Jane. She reported a car accident. I think she was the first person to summon the goddess, and the curse spread from her. I am now downstairs in her apartment, at the intersection of Burnham Street and 159th Street."
"Okay, we'll be there in ten minutes." Dean hung up the phone, picked up his coat and walked out, "Let's go to the apartment and have a look."
Bai Haorui stood up after him. When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and listened.
"What's wrong?" Dean turned around and asked.
"Nothing." Bai Haorui shook his head, his eyes darkening slightly.
He had just sensed a familiar wave of holy power, and the people of Raphael were nearby. It seemed that Castiel was right, the power of Raphael had penetrated into the human world.
But he didn't tell Dean. It would be useless if he did. It would only cause more trouble. Let's finish dealing with Veritas's matter first.
Dean and Bai Haorui first went to a street bar to wait for Sam. Dean ordered a glass of strong drink and drank half of it in one gulp.
"Damn, what is this?" Dean wiped his mouth and said in an irritated tone, "A good life will fall into pieces if you live it well. Lisa is having troubles over there, and Sam is not right here either. There is a mess everywhere."
Bai Haorui didn't say anything, just shook the wine glass. He wasn't very good at comforting people, so he only stayed with them.
The local station news was playing on the TV, and the voice of the female anchor Ashley·Frank came out clearly. "The truth will be brought to you next... to protect consumers from price gouging. This is the truth."
Dean Listening to this voice, he felt a little harsh inexplicably. He took another sip of wine and muttered in a low voice, "The truth, the truth, the truth every day, these nonsense words are annoying to hear. I just want to know the damn truth, about Sam, what is going on..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something moving in the air.
The bartender opposite suddenly frowned, as if he didn't know what he was talking about, and opened his mouth. "Sometimes I feel that I can't have children, because God knows that my marriage is a joke. Huh? How can I say this?"
He was stunned for a moment, then continued, getting more and more outrageous. "By the way, I've been smoking OxyContin all day today. What the hell am I talking about?"
Dean was stunned, the wine glass in his hand hanging in the air.
"Oops." Bai Haorui immediately put down the glass and stared, "You've been tricked. Did you just say 'you want to know the truth'?"
Dean's head buzzed. He just muttered something, but he didn't say it to anyone else!
"Is this triggered?" Dean's voice changed, "Is it so effective?"
"Truth Curse doesn't recognize people. As long as the thought comes up and is spoken out, it will hook you." Bai Haorui frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, and don't make random calls--"
Before he finished speaking, Dean's cell phone rang, and it was Bobby. Dean picked it up subconsciously, and just as he said "hello", Bobby's voice came over the phone, with an inexplicable cheerfulness. " Dean, let me tell you something, I occasionally go for pedicure recently. The shop run by Vietnam is very good. There is a girl named Ruan Feng. Her name means 'Velvet Phoenix'. She is small, but her hands are very strong..."
Dean's face turned green.
"Did you hear that?" Bai Haorui said calmly, "The curse can be transmitted through the phone line. Bobby also fell into the trap and started to speak the truth."
"Holy shit..." Dean quickly hung up the phone, his hands shaking a little, "Then what I just said to Bobby..."
"He's fine over there, you're the source." Bai Haorui knocked on the table, "Listen Dean, don't be impulsive. I know what you're thinking, don't try Sam with this."
Dean lowered his head, holding the wine glass tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turned white.
He was really thinking.
He wanted to rush to the apartment immediately and ask Sam in front of Sam what happened to the vampire that day and whether he did it on purpose.
But Bai Haorui is right - what if the answer is too hurtful? What if it really isn't Sam?
No, it's definitely not Sam.
Dean had that stubborn thought in his mind again. The real Sam would not just watch him get bitten. As long as he asked, it would prove that he was a fake, and... what would he do?
He doesn't know it himself.
"I know it well." Dean said in a low voice, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. The liquid burned his throat and hurt, "I have a sense of proportion."
Bai Haorui looked at him and did not persuade him.
He knew he couldn't persuade him. Dean looked easy-going, but in his heart he was more stubborn than anyone else.
He won't look back until his head is bruised and bloody.
The female customer at the table next to her suddenly straightened her back, winked at Dean, and said in a cooing voice, "I'm sitting like this just because I want you to see my breasts. I just had them done and they cost a lot of money. I just like to be noticed."
Dean The corners of his mouth twitched and he stood up. "Let's go, let's go to the apartment. If we stay here any longer, something might happen."
He walked out quickly, as if running away.
Bai Haorui followed behind and sighed softly.
The most poisonous thing about Truth Spell is never forcing others to tell the truth, but forcing yourself to face the truth.
Whatever you hide in your heart, cover up, or dare not touch, it will be dug out for you and spread out in front of you bloody.
Can't escape.
Dean As soon as the car stopped, the phone rang, and the words "Lisa" jumped on the screen.
His heart skipped a beat, he took a deep breath and answered the phone, speaking as softly as possible, "Hey, Lisa."
"I saw you called." Lisa's voice was cold, like ice, "Dean, let's talk."
"It's not convenient now, can you wait until I get back?" Dean rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little panicked.
"You pushed me, Dean." Lisa's voice was filled with tears and a sense of straightforwardness, "Let me tell you now. When you turned into a vampire that day, you pushed him against the wall. He was only eight years old."
Dean's throat was tight. "Things were not what you thought. I was--"
"I know you can't control it." Lisa interrupted him, his voice was soft, but it cut like a knife, "But then I kept thinking, Dean, can we really survive? There are too many things on your mind, and you try your best to suppress them, thinking that it will be over just pretending to be fine. Do you really think it's okay to live like this for the rest of your life? Can you numb yourself by drinking half a bottle of whiskey every day?"
Dean leaned against the car, the wind blew across his face, making it chilly. He opened his mouth but was speechless.
"I always thought that it would be fine when you finish your work." Lisa's voice was filled with tears, "But then I discovered that as long as Sam is in your life for a day, you will never stop. I have never seen the entanglement between the two of you, which is sick and crazy. As soon as he comes back, you will only have monster hunting and cases in your eyes. Ben and I will always be at the back."
She paused, her voice softened a little, and she said with determination, "I'm sorry, Dean. Ben and I can't get involved in your life. Let's... leave it like this."
The phone clicked and hung up, leaving only a beeping busy tone on the receiver.
Dean stood there holding his mobile phone, his eyes stinging due to the wind. He blinked to hold back the sourness that came up, and his chest felt as tight as if it was blocked.
More than a year of peaceful life, like a beautiful glass ball, shattered with a "snap". The fragments pierced my heart, causing great pain.