Dean was about to refute, but Sam immediately held his shoulders and shook his head. Dean glared at Sam, and finally Still gritted his teeth. "Okay, let me tell you, we need to use it to save Bobby. After saving Bobby, you can just ask for your conditions! Stop talking nonsense to me!"
"Exciting!" Bela's voice was full of smiles, "Send me the address and I will send it to you right away."
After hanging up the phone, Dean scratched his hair irritably. "Damn woman, I don't know what tricks she wants to play again! Once Bobby is rescued, none of us will pay attention to her."
Bai Haorui looked at Dean's angry look and thought to himself: Bela must have had bad intentions when she agreed so readily. She might have other plans to help us. What she said on the phone just now must be a lie. You have to be careful with her, don't save Bobby and then fall into her hands.
Sam looked at the records in the ancient books and was filled with worry: Bela is very scheming, and our cooperation with her is like trying to get the skin of a tiger. But now that the situation is urgent, we can only promise her to get the things first, and take it one step at a time.
After hanging up the phone on Bela, the three of them rested in the motel room temporarily, waiting for Bela to send Dream Root over. Sam sat on the chair and fell asleep unconsciously. Perhaps it was the fatigue of the past few days, or perhaps Dream Root's cold breath had begun to affect the people around him, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, the beach was soft, the sea breeze was gentle, and there was a faint salty smell of sea water. Sam was wearing casual shorts and shorts, standing on the beach, and the figure of Bela suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was wearing a black three-point bra, with exquisite curves, thin arms, long hair shawl, and a charming smile on her face, walking towards Sam step by step.
"Sam, long time no see." Bela's voice was charming and seductive. She walked up to Sam, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked his cheek. The touch of her fingertips was delicate and warm.
Sam's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and his face was hot. He wanted to avoid it, but his whole body was stiff and unable to move. Bela looked at his shy look, chuckled, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his lips. Rou A soft touch came, and Sam's mind went blank, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat. Then, the dream scene became blurry and ambiguous, the two embraced each other, and Sam pressed her underneath him.
Sam had a happy smile on his face, and drool even flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Wake up! What did you dream about? You're smiling like a fool!" A loud slapping sound came, and Sam woke up suddenly. He hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his face was red, and his eyes were a little confused and shy.
Dean stood in front of him, folding his arms, looking at him with raised eyebrows, and his tone was full of ridicule. "Okay Sam, you are having an erotic dream in broad daylight, and you are smiling so lustfully. Which beauty are you dreaming about? Is it Bela who called just now?"
"Nothing!" Sam hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look into Dean's eyes. His voice was as low as a mosquito's cry, "I'm just too tired and had a messy dream."
Bai Haorui was sitting on the sofa nearby, holding Clear Heart Talisman in his hand. He was suppressing laughter and his shoulders were shaking. Seeing Sam's embarrassed look, he couldn't help but joke, "Do you want to take a look at your lower body, brother?" Brother, I must have been dreaming about a beautiful woman. My face turned red, and I said it was nothing. But now is not the time to be shy, Bela should be arriving soon, I have to prepare Dream Root quickly, it is important to save Bobby."
Sam's heart was pounding with shame and embarrassment: Damn it, why did you dream about Bela? She was obviously a thief, cunning and greedy, but the dream just now was too real, that feeling... He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts in his mind, and was secretly glad: Fortunately, Dean and Haorui didn't pursue the question, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.
Dean looked at Sam's helpless look and secretly laughed in his heart: This kid is usually serious, but he never expected to have such a dream. But it's important to save Bobby now, and we'll do better later. Ridiculing him. He patted Sam on the shoulder. "Okay, don't dwell on it. Get some cold water to cool down quickly. When Bela comes, we will set off to the hospital and enter Bobby's dream."
Just as the three of them were packing their things to go to the hospital, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Bela pushed the door open. She was wearing a beige windbreaker with a black evening dress underneath, with exquisite makeup, a well-placed smile on her lips, and a black cloth bag in her hand. She looked elegant and charming.
"I'll bring you the African Dream Root you want." Bela walked to the center of the room, placed the cloth bag on the table, and spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.
Dean immediately looked at her warily, his hands subconsciously placed on the weapons at his waist. "What are the conditions? Speak up and stop talking nonsense!" He knew Bela too well. This woman would never make a loss-making business, and she must have other plans.
Bela chuckled lightly, walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, and glanced at the three people in the room. "Condition? I am here for Bobby. He saved my life at Flagstaff. I will always remember this favor. Now that something has happened to him, it is right for me to help you save him."
Bai Haorui suddenly stood up, staring at Bela with sharp eyes, and a faint trace of True Fire formed on his fingertips. "Really? But I don't feel any goodwill from you, but it smells like a 'conspiracy'. Bobby has never mentioned saving you to us. Isn't your reason too far-fetched?"
Bela's eyes flickered for a moment, and there was a crack in the smile on her face, but she soon regained her composure. She changed the subject, picked up the cloth bag on the table, and handed it to Dean: "Believe it or not, Dream Root is inside, I wish you well Luck." After saying that, she stood up, turned and walked towards the door. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Dean. Her tone was somewhat meaningful. "Dean, your contract... hurry up, there are not many days left."
After saying that, Bela opened the door, walked out, and closed the door slowly.
Dean looked at the cloth bag in his hand, full of doubts in his heart: This woman must have bad intentions. You can't believe a word she said. But Dream Root is the only way to save Bobby. You can only believe her once. We can wait until Bobby is saved to do the rest.
Bai Haorui stared at Bela's back and didn't look away until the door was closed. He thought to himself: She is lying. I know Bobby's character. If he had saved her, he would definitely follow us. Mention it. And her character is not repaying kindness at all. She must be plotting something by doing this, maybe it is related to the contract of Dean, or there is another bigger conspiracy. But saving people is more important now, so we can only ignore her for now.
Bela walked outside the door and leaned against the wall, with a cold smile on her lips. She took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. "I have given African Dream Root to them, and they are going to rescue now." Bobby. Colt gun is in their hands. When they are exhausted from saving people, I will definitely succeed if I take action again. By then, with Colt gun, neither demons nor angels can do anything to me."
After hanging up the phone, Bela looked up at the window of the room, his eyes full of greed and calculation: Brother Winchester, Bai Haorui, do you think I am helping you? Just wait, Colt gun will be mine soon.
The three of them rushed to the hospital with African Dream Root sent by Bela and moved Bobby to a nearby motel room - it was safer here and no one would disturb their sleep. In the room, Bobby was lying on the bed, his breathing still weak. Sam took out African Dream Root from the cloth bag. It was a kind of dark green grass blade, with a light fragrance, but mixed with a hint of coldness that was not easy to detect.
Sam According to the records in ancient books, put Dream Root into a cup and brew it with boiling water. The green grass leaves stretched in the hot water, and the tea gradually turned into dark green, exuding a rich aroma. He started from Cut off a few hairs from Bobby's head and throw them into the tea cup. The hair slowly sank in the tea. "This way he can accurately enter his dream." Sam picked up the teacup and handed it to Dean and Bai Haorui.
Dean looked at the hair in the cup, frowned, and showed a disgusted expression. "It's disgusting." He took the tea cup, hesitated, and brought it to his mouth.
Bai Haorui took out three yellow Clear Heart Talisman from his pocket, walked to Sam and Dean, and placed them between their eyebrows respectively. The moment the paper was placed between the eyebrows, a cool breath came, instantly dispelling the irritability and uneasiness in the hearts of several people. "After falling into a dream, you will be affected by your inner obsessions. The dream will amplify your fear, guilt and desire, and it is easy to be swallowed up by your obsessions." Bai Haorui explained while running True Fire Pill, "This Clear Heart Talisman can temporarily stabilize the mind and suppress obsessions. My True Fire can also It can protect your soul. Once you encounter danger, True Fire will automatically trigger to protect you. Remember, no matter what you encounter in your dream, you can never lose your heart. Once you are trapped, you will never wake up."
Dean felt the coolness between his brows and nodded. "Don't worry, we have experienced many strange things. We can handle this small scene." He looked at Bobby on the hospital bed, "Old Bobby, you have to hold on, we are here to save you."
Sam took a deep breath and clenched the tea cup in his hand. "Ready, let's go in together and come out together."
Bai Haorui picked up the tea cup, the True Fire Pill on his fingertips was slightly hot, and the red gold True Fire was flowing on his fingertips. He silently recited the mantra of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" in his heart. "Guard the heart and guard the fire." This was his first time to fight in a dream, and he was both nervous and excited.
The three clinked their cups, which made a crisp sound. Then, they drank the Dream Root tea in the cup at the same time. The bitter taste spread on the tip of their tongues, with a hint of coldness, sliding down their throats and into their stomachs. The three looked at each other, nodded, closed their eyes at the same time, lay on the bed next to them, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
The power of Dream Root took effect, and the three of them felt that their souls separated from their bodies and entered a chaotic darkness. There was dead silence around them, no sound, no light, only boundless darkness, as if they were at the end of the universe. Suddenly, a strong suction came, and the three of them were sucked into a vortex, and the scene in front of them changed instantly.
They came to a dark old house, the air filled with the smell of dust and decay. There was no light in the room, only a faint ray of moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating a closet in the corner. The door of the closet was ajar, and a slight trembling sound came from inside.
"Bobby?" Dean shouted softly, walked over cautiously, and pushed open the closet door.
In the closet, Bobby was huddled in the corner, holding his head in his hands, trembling like a helpless child. His hair was messy, his face was stained with tears, and his eyes were empty and desperate. "Don't come here... don't come here..." Bobby muttered to himself, his voice full of fear and pain.
At this moment, footsteps came from the other end of the room, heavy and slow, approaching step by step. The three people turned their heads and saw a woman's figure walking out of the darkness. She was wearing a white dress, covered in blood, and had a huge wound on her chest., blood dripped down the hem of her skirt, leaving a long blood mark on the ground. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were empty. It was his dead wife that she had seen in the photo in Bobby's house - Karen.
Karen walked towards Bobby step by step, her pace was slow but firm, and she kept repeating. "Why kill me? Bobby, I love you so much, why do you want to kill me?" Her voice was cold and shrill, like a curse from Hell, which made people shudder.
Bobby raised his head and saw that Karen was covered in wounds. Tears instantly flowed down. He cried, "It's not me who wants to kill you! It's the devil, it's the devil that's possessed you! I didn't know how to exorcise the devil at the time, so I had no choice but to shoot! I watched you being controlled by the devil, watching you hurt others, I could only do this!"
Dean rushed over, grabbed Bobby's arm, and pulled him out of the closet. "Bobby, wake up! This is a dream! She is not real Karen! This is an illusion created by your guilt!"
Bobby struggled, trying to break free from Dean's hand. "No! She is Karen! I killed her! I killed the woman I love most with my own hands! I deserve to die!"
Sam stepped forward quickly and blocked Karen's way. Karen's figure passed through Sam's body and continued to approach Bobby. "She is the guilt in your heart. The condensed resentful spirit," Sam said loudly, "Bobby, you have never forgotten Karen, you have always lived in the guilt of killing her. But it is not your fault, you did it to save her and save more people!"
Bai Haorui stood aside, with red-gold True Fire condensed on his fingertips. True Fire was burning, exuding warm and powerful power, enough to burn all evil things. But he did not attack, just looked at Bobby and quietly. Karen's eyes were full of understanding and sympathy. He knew that Karen's resentful spirit was not evil, but just the incarnation of Bobby's guilt. If True Fire was used to forcibly burn her, it would only make Bobby's guilt deeper, and it might even damage his soul.
"As long as the obsession is eliminated, the resentment will not go away." Bai Haorui said softly, the voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears, "Bobby, you have to forgive yourself. For so many years, you have been living in guilt. You became a hunter just to prevent others from experiencing your pain and to prevent others from being as powerless as you. You have done a good job, Karen will not blame you."
Bobby looked at Karen's face, the face he had loved all his life, but now it was full of pain and resentment. His heart hurt like a knife, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. He suddenly broke free from Dean's hand and took a step Stepping towards Karen, his voice was hoarse and firm. "Karen, I had no choice, I didn't understand anything at the time! I'm just an ordinary person, I don't have the ability to exorcise demons, I can only choose to shoot to end your pain and prevent you from hurting more people!"
He took a deep breath and shed more tears. "In these years, I have been living in guilt, thinking about you every day, blaming myself every day. I became a hunter, traveling around the world, hunting demons and ghosts, just to make up for my mistakes, and to prevent others from letting go." More families are broken like ours! I miss you very much, I really miss you, but I can't go with you now. I still have a lot of things to do, and I want to save more helpless people like me! Karen, I love you! I'm sorry!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Karen's figure suddenly stopped. The resentment on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile. She looked at Bobby and said softly, "I know, Bobby, I have always known it." After saying that, her figure turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly dissipated under the moonlight, and disappeared into the air.
Bobby looked at the direction in which Karen disappeared, tears still flowing, but a relieved smile appeared on his face. The boulder in his heart finally fell, and the guilt that had suppressed him for a lifetime finally disappeared at this moment.
Bai Haorui put away True Fire and thought to himself: Sure enough, the core of dreams is obsession. True Fire can burn away the resentful spirits, but it cannot relieve the guilt in the heart. Only by facing one's own trauma and calmly accepting one's past can we truly be freed. This may be the true meaning of "Keeping the Heart at the Origin" in "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art".
Sam and Dean looked at Bobby's relieved look and felt relieved. They knew that Bobby finally got out of the shadow of guilt and found himself again.
The moment Karen's figure disappeared, the whole dream suddenly shook violently. The floor cracked, the walls collapsed, and the dim old house instantly turned into ruins. A powerful force burst out from the ruins and forcibly separated the four people. Sam was thrown out by an invisible force, and his body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up and found that he was in a forest filled with birds singing and flowers fragrant. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Birds sang on the branches, butterflies flew among the flowers, everything seemed so beautiful and peaceful, like a paradise in the world.
But Sam knew that this was just an illusion. The core of dreams is obsession. The more beautiful the picture, the greater the danger may be hidden behind it. He looked around vigilantly, clenched the shotgun in his hand, and was ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
"You shouldn't meddle in other people's business!" A cold and angry voice suddenly sounded.
Sam turned his head sharply and saw Jeremy walking out of the depths of the forest. He was holding a baseball bat in his hand with blood on it, his eyes were crazy and twisted, and there was a sinister smile on his face. "Bobby's guilt, Dean's fear, and yours Desire... This dream is so wonderful." Jeremy approached step by step, his tone full of madness, "I originally just wanted Dr. Bobby and Gregg to stay in the dream forever, but you guys want to break in and ruin my plan! Now that you are here, stay forever!"
Jeremy suddenly accelerated, swung the baseball bat, and hit Sam hard on the head. The baseball bat was accompanied by the whistling wind, and the speed was astonishing. Sam reacted quickly and jumped to the side to avoid the fatal blow. The baseball bat hit the ground with a loud "bang" sound, and a big hole was made in the ground.
"You just want to dream, why do you want to kill?" Sam shouted while dodging. He could feel the pain and despair in Jeremy's heart. The extreme longing for dreams and the extreme fear of loss made him somewhat sympathetic, but more angry - depriving others of their lives for your own selfish desires is unforgivable.
Jeremy laughed ferociously, and rushed forward waving the baseball bat again. "Killing? I was just protecting my own dream! Dr. Gregg made me dream again, which made me feel the meaning of life, but later he wanted to take it all away, and wanted me to go back to the dreamless Hell! I never want to live that kind of life again! No one can stop me from dreaming!"
His attacks became more and more crazy, and the baseball bat danced vigorously in his hands, and each blow was powerful and heavy with a force that was inconsistent with his size. Sam could only keep dodging, with no chance to fight back. While he was hiding, he observed Jeremy's actions, secretly thinking: his obsession is "fear of losing the dream", which, like Bobby's guilt, is an inner weakness. As long as the source of his obsession is found, his control can be broken and he can wake up from the dream.
Jeremy's father, the man who injured him with a baseball bat, was the source of his obsession. As long as he could face his father and his childhood trauma, he might be able to awaken his sanity. Sam had a plan in mind, and began to dodge while concentrating, trying to summon the illusion of Jeremy's father in his dream.
At the same time, Dean was thrown to another place by the powerful force. He fell to the ground, struggled to get up, and found himself in an empty motel room. The layout of the room was exactly the same as the motel they usually rented, with a familiar bed, a familiar desk, and familiar windows, but it was empty and seemed particularly deserted.
"Hey, you're here." A cold and joking voice sounded.
Dean turned his head suddenly and saw a man who looked exactly like him sitting next to the bed. The same face, the same body, the same clothes, and even the expression on his face was exactly the same. The only difference was that the man's eyes were sinister, cold, and full of malice, like a beast that was ready to attack. He was the illusion formed by the fear and self-denial deep in Dean's heart.
Dean was playing with a shotgun in his hand, with the muzzle facing the ground, and his finger gently rubbing the trigger. "Do you think every day that you are a useless tool?" Dean said, his tone full of ridicule, "Your father left the burden of taking care of Sam to you. His love was never you, just Sam. You are just a tool he cultivated, a shield to protect Sam."
Dean glared at him and clenched his fists. "Stop farting here! I am Sam's brother, and it is my responsibility to protect him! My dad loves me, he is just not good at expressing it!"
The other Dean chuckled, stood up, and walked towards Dean step by step. His steps were slow but firm, and every step seemed to step on Dean's heart. "Responsibility? It's just your self-deception." Dean stopped and talked to Dean faced each other, their noses almost touching, "Look at you, besides protecting Sam, what else will you do? You have accomplished nothing, you can't even break your contract, you can only watch yourself walking towards Hell. You are a loser, a complete waste!"