"Come on." Dean sneered, a little disappointed, "You said the same thing last time. It's been a year, and I haven't seen anyone."
Castiel's face turned blue and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.
He was indeed too busy and the traces of Sam's soul were too vague. He searched several times but couldn't find it, so he put it aside for the time being.
Bai Haorui spoke at this time, with a light voice, breaking the awkward deadlock. "Heaven The civil war is business. Raphael wants to restart Apocalypse, let him succeed, everyone has to finish it. We will investigate Sam's matter ourselves first. Just keep an eye on Raphael and don't let him come down and cause trouble."
Castiel felt like he was being pardoned and nodded quickly. "Okay! No problem. If anything happens here in the world, you can call me at any time." He paused, glanced at Bai Haorui, and said in a probing tone, "If people from Raphael come down... I may not be able to withstand it. Then..."
"I will take action." Bai Haorui said simply, but it seemed like a reassurance.
Castiel breathed a sigh of relief, and said a few more words to pay attention to safety. He spread his wings and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few pieces of white feathers, slowly falling to the ground.
The living room became quiet again. Dean looked at the feathers on the ground and felt a chill in his heart.
The angel is unreliable, Crowley is the enemy, and the only clue is Samuel·Campbell's cheap grandfather.
"Go find him tomorrow." Dean gritted his teeth, his voice filled with a desperate energy, "If he doesn't tell the truth, I will reveal all the bad things about him."
Bai Haorui didn't speak, but nodded slightly. He lowered his eyes, and the Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips turned slower and slower. The contract aura on Samuel's body, Crowley's The handwriting, Sam's incomplete soul, and Alpha Vampire's sudden change in forming an army... all the clues were tangled together like a tangle. He could vaguely grasp some clues, but he still lacked a key piece of the puzzle.
He raised his eyes and looked at Sam, who was looking down at his hand, his fingers gently clenching and then loosening, with no expression on his face.
Bai Haorui sighed softly in his heart.
The most terrifying thing about a person with an incomplete soul is not that he becomes indifferent, but that he doesn't even feel that he is becoming indifferent.
Like a frog boiled in warm water, by the time it reacts, it will have become an empty shell.
He must get Sam's soul back.
Early the next morning, when it was just getting dark, the three of them got on Black Beauty and drove to the Campbell Family's suburban stronghold.
Dean held the steering wheel. The car was driving very fast, and the tires creaked as they ran over the gravel.
From time to time, he glanced at Sam in the passenger seat, who was looking at the rapidly receding trees outside the window. His profile was sharp, his jaw was tense, and he showed no expression.
Dean felt a little astringent in his heart - Sam used to be very quiet, but not this kind of quiet.
Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was relaxing with his eyes closed.
In fact, his Divine Sense has already been laid out, like a large invisible net, exploring along the road, sweeping over the abandoned warehouse renovated stronghold in front, the surveillance cameras on the wall, the sentry at the door, and the densely packed weapons and figures in the warehouse.
"The security is very tight." Bai Haorui suddenly spoke in a low voice, "There are at least twenty hunters. There is also a formation in the basement of the warehouse. It is not a defensive formation, but a trapping formation, used to trap living creatures."
Dean frowned even more tightly. "There is indeed a problem."
"It's not just vampires." Bai Haorui said calmly, "There are several different kinds of evil spirits in the warehouse, and they are all locked up. Samuel often caught them alive."
Dean's heart sank, and he stepped on the accelerator a little harder.
When the car drove to the entrance of the stronghold, two hunters with loaded guns immediately came up to them, their hands on the handles of their guns and their eyes alert.
It wasn't until Sam rolled down the window that the other party got out of the way angrily, with a somewhat scrutinizing look in his eyes.
"Did you see that?" Dean sneered and lowered his voice, "It's like guarding against thieves. There is definitely something going on here."
Sam said nothing, just opened the door and walked out. Dean and Bai Haorui followed closely behind.
The warehouse was noisy, with more than a dozen hunters moving in and out, some cleaning their guns, some sorting out spells, and some pointing at the map, as if a battle was imminent.
The air was mixed with the smell of gun oil, sulfur, and old leather, making your nose itchy.
A tall man with a sinister face and evil eyes came up to him. It was Christian·Campbell.
He first glanced at Dean with undisguised hostility, and then his eyes fell on Bai Haorui, looking up and down with some scrutiny.
Bai Haorui looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Christian was stung by his cold attitude, and his face darkened. Just when he was about to open his mouth to find fault, he felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him, like a mountain, making his chest feel tight. He was stunned for a moment, and swallowed the words that came to his lips, feeling a little frightened for no reason.
"Lead the way, meet Samuel." Sam spoke, his tone was calm but with unquestionable strength.
Christian glared at Bai Haorui, turned around angrily, and led the three of them towards the office at the back of the warehouse.
When passing by the corridor, Dean deliberately slowed down and glanced at the rooms on both sides. Most of them had locked doors. There was a faint smell of blood and a faint growl coming from the cracks in the doors.
Bai Haorui walked beside him, touched his arm lightly with her fingertips, shook her head slightly, and signaled him not to act rashly.
Dean understood, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and continued to move forward.
The office door was ajar, Christian knocked on the door, and Samuel's deep voice came from inside. "Come in."
Pushing open the door and going in, Samuel was sitting behind a heavy solid wood desk, cleaning an old-fashioned shotgun. His gray hair was neatly combed, his face was engraved with the grooves of the years, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. When he saw three people coming in, he put down the gun cleaning cloth, stood up, and showed a just right smile on his face, "Dean, Sam. Bai."
Samuel's eyes fell on Bai Haorui, with the scrutiny and precaution of an experienced hunter.
He took the initiative to reach out his hand and said in a friendly tone like an elder, "Bai, welcome, are you guys coming together?"
Bai Haorui stretched out his hand and shook his hand. The moment his fingertips touched, Divine Sense was like a wisp of fine yarn, quietly penetrating into the other person's body and quickly sweeping over his soul.
Sure enough, there was a black contract mark branded deep in the soul, with the aura of Crowley, very deep, as if it had been tied for several years.
His face remained calm, and he exerted slight force on his fingertips. A wave of True Fire that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible ran along the fingertips and burned the edge of the contract.
Samuel was shaken all over, as if being pricked by a needle, and his hand retracted instantly, a trace of shock and vigilance flashed in his eyes.
Just now, he only felt numbness on his fingertips, as if a ball of fire was running up his arm, straight into his soul, and was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.
When I looked at Bai Haorui again, the scrutiny in my eyes was a little less and a little more fearful.
"Mr. Samuel, do you have anything you want to tell us?" Bai Haorui retracted his hand lightly, his tone calm, as if the moment just now was just an illusion.
Dean didn't notice the undercurrent between the two and went straight to the topic. "Grandpa, we don't talk secretly. Sam, how much do you know about Sam?"
The smile on Samuel's face faded a little, and he walked behind the desk and sat down, folding his hands on the table. "I know what you mean by coming. Sam I'm aware of the lack of soul. But I really don't know what's going on."
"Don't know?" Dean took a step forward, his eyes as sharp as knives, "Your family came back from the dead, Sam also came back from the dead, and now his soul is gone. You say you don't know? How can such a coincidence happen?"
"The resurrection was not done by me." Samuel shook his head and said in a very sincere tone, "I woke up in a field in Elton Ridge. I have no idea who did it or why. I'm also checking, and I've been looking for almost a year, but I have no clue."
"Really?" Dean raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it, "That's good, let Cass check. See if you are innocent."
Samuel's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Castiel's voice suddenly sounded, "No need to check. His soul is intact, not possessed, and has not been replaced."
Everyone turned around and realized that Castiel had arrived at some unknown time and was standing at the door, still looking tired on his face.
He just received a summons from Bai Haorui and came here specifically to confirm the status of Samuel.
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little unhappy. "I told you, I have nothing to hide."
Dean frowned and looked at Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui nodded slightly, indicating that Castiel was right - Samuel's soul was intact, it was just branded with a contract, and he was still himself.
"Okay, I believe you once." Dean's tone was a little more relaxed, but still vigilant, "Then tell us, why are you catching so many living monsters? It's Alpha Vampire and other evil spirits, locked up in the basement, why are you interrogating them?"
Samuel's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then returned to normal. "Nothing, just interrogating some information. Monsters have been causing trouble everywhere recently, so we need to know what they want to do."
"Do you need someone alive to interrogate intelligence?" Dean pressed forward step by step, "In the past, demon hunting was all about direct hunting. When did it change to torture to extract confessions?"
"Times have changed, Dean." Samuel sighed, with a heavy tone, "Now there are more and more monsters, and they are becoming more and more clumsy. If you don't catch them alive, you can't find out the inside story. We are hunters, and we have to be responsible for ordinary people."
The words were high-sounding, but Dean didn't believe a word. He wanted to ask again, but Bai Haorui gently pulled his arm and shook his head slightly.
Dean understood and swallowed the words abruptly.
At this time, Castiel suddenly frowned and turned his head as if he heard some distant sound. He looked at Dean with a slightly anxious tone. "I have to go. Raphael's people are making trouble in the east, and I have to keep an eye on them. If you have news, call me anytime."
After saying that, he spread his wings and disappeared in an instant, coming and going in a hurry.