Erie City The police station is brightly lit and people are coming and going. Outside the interrogation room, Sam and Bai Haorui are standing by the window, looking at Benton in the interrogation room. The two policemen are While recording Benton's confession, Benton lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes full of resentment. From time to time he raised his head and looked out through the glass, staring at Sam like a poisonous snake.
A middle-aged policeman came over and stretched out his hand to Sam and Bai Haorui, with a grateful smile on his face and a warm tone, "Two gentlemen, thank you so much. Not only did we catch this serial murderer, but we also saved the victim. We have been looking for him for several months. He is wanted throughout the state and there are no clues at all. Thanks to you."
"It should be." Sam forced a smile and shook hands with him, but his eyes were a little absent-minded, looking at Benton in the interrogation room from time to time.
"In his laboratory, we found dozens of skeletons of victims, as well as a large number of human organs and various surgical instruments." The policeman's tone became serious and filled with anger, "This guy is simply a lunatic, a maniac."
"He has harmed too many people and should be punished." Bai Haorui's tone was calm, without any waves.
"Don't worry, we will let him go to jail." The policeman nodded and said in a solemn tone, "If you two have nothing to do, you can leave first. We will contact you if we need anything later."
Sam and Bai Haorui nodded, turned and walked towards the door of the police station. The two walked out of the police station. The cold wind at night blew over, carrying the chill of late autumn. Sam subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly and his body trembled slightly.
The two walked slowly along the street and were silent for a long time. Finally, Bai Haorui spoke first, with a calm but to the point tone. "You didn't throw away the notebook and potion, right?"
Sam's body stiffened slightly. He stopped, turned his head, and looked at Bai Haorui. His eyes were a bit complicated, with guilt, struggle, and desperate determination. He was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded, saying in a low voice, "Yes. I didn't throw it away."
"Sam, I know you want to save Dean." Bai Haorui looked at his red eyes, his tone was a little helpless, but without the slightest accusation, "But have you really thought clearly? After using this technique, Dean is no longer the same Dean. He will live by stealing other people's organs, live in darkness, and carry human lives for the rest of his life. Is this really what you want? Is this really what he wants?"
"Then what can I do?" Sam's voice suddenly increased, his tone was filled with excitement, his eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, "Haorui, tell me, what else can I do? There are only three left. It's been weeks! Lilith took his contract, Colt gun is gone, we have no other way! Am I just going to watch him play Hell and watch him be torn apart by the devil?"
His voice was filled with uncontrollable crying, and his shoulders were shaking slightly. The stress, despair and helplessness of this period all burst out at this moment.
Bai Haorui looked at his red eyes, and finally swallowed the words of dissuasion on his lips. He understood this kind of deep brotherhood too well, and he understood the despair of watching a loved one die without being able to do anything. That feeling was more uncomfortable than dying himself.
"I won't advise you to throw it away." Bai Haorui's tone was calm, but with unquestionable firmness, "But I hope you think clearly about Dean's bottom line. He would rather go to hell than become an inhuman monster or survive by robbing other people's lives. If you forcibly use this technique on him, you will not save him, but destroy him and yourself."
Sam was silent. He leaned against the wall of the police station, lowered his head, put his hands in his hair, his shoulders were shaking slightly, and his tears finally couldn't help but fall down, hitting the cold ground.
Bai Haorui walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said no more. On the street at night, only the street lights were on, stretching the shadows of the two of them very long. Silence enveloped them, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing through the street.
Sam: I know, I know everything. I know Dean's bottom line and his pride. But I really have no other way. I can't lose him, absolutely not. Even if he hates me forever, even if he never recognizes me as his brother, I will let him live.
In the motel room, the lights were dim and the curtains were tightly drawn. Sam was sitting at the table, with Benton's immortality notebook spread out in front of him, as well as the bottles of dark green immortality potion. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, his eyes full of struggle, his fingers trembling slightly, and his fingertips repeatedly scratched the formula without making any move.
The door was pushed open violently, hitting the wall with a loud noise. Dean walked in, carrying dust and fatigue on his body, as well as the chill of driving all the way. When he saw the notebook and medicine on the table, the expression on his face froze instantly, and the warmth in his eyes faded little by little, eventually becoming bitingly cold, like winter ice.
Sam slammed the notebook shut, stood up, and looked at Dean with a bit of panic in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught red-handed, at a loss. "Dean... you are back."
Dean didn't speak. He walked step by step to the table, staring at the notebook and potions on the table, and remained silent for more than ten seconds. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, the air seemed to be frozen, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
"What is this?" Dean finally spoke, his tone as cold as ice, he asked word by word, every word seemed to be covered with ice.
Sam lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes, and said in a low tone, "Benton's... formula for immortality."
"I told you not to touch this! Sam!" Dean suddenly raised his head and looked at Sam, his eyes full of anger and disappointment, and the volume suddenly increased, almost roaring, "I told you, I won't use this damn thing! Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"
"I don't touch this? Then what should I touch?" Sam also raised his head suddenly and looked at Dean, his eyes full of grievance and excitement. He also raised his voice and his eyes turned red instantly, "Dean! We What else can you do? Lilith take your contract! Colt gun is gone! We can't kill her at all! You will be Hell in three weeks! What do you want me to do? Do I just watch you die?"
"Yes! I'd rather kill Hell! I'd rather be torn apart by the devil! I don't want to become that monster that steals human organs!" Dean roared, pointing at Sam's nose and hand They were all shaking, and the tone was full of heartache and disappointment, "Sam! Look what this is! This is evil! It is earned by killing people to survive! Do you want me to become that kind of person? Do you want my hands to be stained with the blood of innocent people?"
"What about me? Dean! Have you ever thought about me?" Sam also roared, tears streaming down his cheeks, "What should I do if you die? You are the only relative I have left! Do you want me to live alone? I can't do it!"
"So just to keep me alive, you turned me into an inhuman monster?" Dean's tone was filled with disappointment, and his voice was trembling, "Sam, when did you become like this? In order to save me, did you even give up your own bottom line? Don't you even care about human life? Have you forgotten what dad taught us?"
"Bottom line? Can the bottom line save your life?" Sam's tone was full of despair and all-or-nothing determination, "Dean, I just want you to live! I don't care about anything else! Even if you hate me, even if you never forgive me for the rest of your life, I will let you live!"
Dean looked at him, the anger in his eyes slowly faded away, leaving only the endless disappointment and exhaustion, as well as the powerlessness deep in his bones. He shook his head, took a step back, looked at Sam, and said in a low tone with indescribable sadness, "You don't understand at all. Sam, you don't understand what I want at all. I would rather die than live like that. You are not saving me, you are insulting me."
Before he finished speaking, Dean reached out suddenly, picked up the notebook and the bottles of immortality potion on the table, turned and walked towards the bathroom, his movements were crisp and neat, without any hesitation.
"Dean! No! Don't throw it away!" Sam's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed forward, trying to stop him, but was pushed away by Dean, who staggered back a few steps and hit the wall.
Dean walked into the bathroom, opened the toilet lid suddenly, and threw all the notebooks and medicines in. He pressed the flush button, and there was a "crash" sound. The rapid water flow instantly swept the notebooks and medicines into the sewer, and disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.
Sam rushed in and looked at the empty toilet. His body froze instantly. He turned around and looked at Dean, his eyes full of despair and disbelief. Tears burst out instantly. His voice was trembling and crying, "How could you do this? Dean... How could you do this to me? I just want to save you... I just don't want to lose you..."
Dean looked at his eyes that were red from crying, and his heart hurt like a knife. He stretched out his hand to give Sam a hug, but stopped in mid-air. He took a deep breath and softened his tone, but still had an unquestionable firmness. His eyes were also red, and his voice was a little choked. Swallow: "Sam, I'm sorry. But I have to do this. I can't let you destroy yourself for me. Nor can you let yourself become like that. I am your brother, and I have to set an example for you. I can't let you think that in order to survive, you can do anything and lose your humanity."
"A role model? I don't want any role model!" Sam shook his head, tears kept flowing down, his tone was full of despair and collapse, "I just want you to live! Dean, please... let's think of other ways... please..."
Dean finally couldn't help it, stepped forward, and hugged Sam tightly in his arms. Sam leaned on his shoulder and cried bitterly, like a helpless child, all the pressure, despair and fear, everything burst out at this moment. Dean patted his back gently, his eyes were red, and he resisted the tears from falling. He put his chin on the top of Sam's head, his movements were gentle, but with unshakable determination.
At the door of the bathroom, Bai Haorui stood there, looking at the two brothers embracing each other. He sighed softly, turned around and quietly retreated out, closing the door, leaving the two of them alone space. He leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking up at the flickering light bulbs on the ceiling, his eyes full of helplessness and regret, but also a hint of determination.
Two and a half hours later, late at night, the wind outside the window became stronger and stronger, beating the broken glass windows of the motel, making a soft clang. There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the room, and the dim light barely illuminated the small space, and the atmosphere was as depressing as cotton soaked in water.
Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to Dean, his shoulders were still shaking slightly, and his eyes were red from crying. Dean was leaning on the opposite wall, looking at the floor with empty eyes, his jaw was tense, and the fatigue around him was almost overflowing.
Bai Haorui sat on the chair by the window and did not speak, leaving enough space for the brothers to be alone. He twisted a yellow talisman between his fingertips, and the golden light flashed imperceptibly between his eyebrows. The Divine Sense of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" spread out silently, covering the entire motel The yin energy around Hell is getting heavier and heavier, and the countdown to the Dean contract is getting closer and closer. Even the surrounding air is beginning to be filled with the faint smell of sulfur, which is a sign that Hellhound is approaching.
Just as he was about to speak to remind the two of them, Dean's cell phone placed on the table suddenly rang crazily, and the ringtone broke the dead silence in the room. The caller ID showed a string of unknown anonymous numbers.
Dean frowned, with a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes. He walked over, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button. His tone was cold, with lingering fatigue and anger. "Who?"
There was no immediate word on the other end of the phone, only heavy, rapid breathing, and the woman's suppressed, crying trembling. In the background, the whistling of the wind through the window could be vaguely heard, and there was also a very low, creepy, beast-like growl.
Dean's brows furrowed even more tightly and he asked again, raising his voice a bit. "Who? Speak!"
"Dean..." Bela's voice came out from the receiver, broken, trembling, and filled with extreme fear. It was completely different from the arrogance, cunning, and ease before, "It's me."
Dean's pupils suddenly shrank, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point. The anger in his tone instantly surged up. "Bela? You still have the fucking nerve to call me? When you locked me in the hotel, why didn't you think that today would happen?"
"I'm sorry...Dean, I'm sorry..." Bela's voice was crying, and he was breathing harder and harder, as if he would suffocate in the next second. The beasts in the background growled more and more clearly, getting closer and closer, "They are coming...Hellhound... They are coming to catch me... My time is up..."
Dean's movements suddenly stopped, and the anger on his face froze for an instant, replaced by complex shock. He glanced at Sam and Bai Haorui subconsciously, and pressed the hands-free button. Bela's trembling voice and the scalp-numbing roar of the beast spread clearly throughout the room in an instant.
Bai Haorui's fingertips tightened instantly, and the yellow talisman he was holding glowed with a faint golden light. He stood up suddenly, the golden light between his eyebrows suddenly lit up, "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was running at full strength, Divine Sense looked towards the breath on the other end of the phone Traced back to the source. After a few seconds, he looked at Dean, shook his head, and said in a low and solemn tone, "It's Hellhound, more than one. Her location is far away from us, and the Yin Qi has completely enveloped that area. It's too late."
Sam also stood up, walked to Dean, looked at the phone, his eyes full of shock. He only knew that Bela had made a deal with the devil, but he never thought that her death would come so quickly.
"You lied to me." Dean's voice was low, and the knuckles holding the phone were slightly white, "Rufus said, you exchanged the lives of your parents for ten years of good life. Now that the hound is here, do you think of looking for me?"
"No... it's not like that..." Bela's crying became heavier and heavier, and the sound of shattering glass could be heard clearly in the background. She let out a short scream, covered her mouth tightly, lowered her voice, and said with extreme despair, "My parents... they are not good people. They have been abusing me for as long as I can remember... beating me and locking me in the basement... I was only 16 years old at the time. I had no other choice..."
Dean was stunned, and most of the anger on his face faded away in an instant, leaving only unbelievable shock. He had previously thought that Bela exchanged his parents' lives for ten years for pleasure and wealth, but he never thought that there was such a truth behind it.
"I made a deal with the devil, I want them to die." Bela's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "The price is that ten years later, my soul will belong to Hell. I steal things and resell props, not for money... I just want to live... I don't want to die..."
"Lilith." Dean suddenly came to his senses and asked urgently, "It's Lilith, right? She forced you to steal Colt gun's?"
"It's... it's her..." Bela's voice was filled with utter fear, and the sound of banging on the wall came from the background, as if something was banging on the door crazily. "She found me and said that as long as I handed Colt gun to her, she would tear up my contract... I know she was lying to me, but I have no other choice... Dean, I'm sorry for you... I'm really sorry..."
Sam looked at Dean with complicated eyes. He used to hate Bela for stealing Colt gun and cutting off their only hope, but now listening to her confession on the verge of death, he could no longer feel any hatred - they were all people whose lives were being held by Hell, and they were all desperate people.
"Where is the gun?" Dean's tone softened, without the previous anger, only heavy, "Bela, Colt gun, who did you sell it to? Where is it?"
"I didn't sell it... I didn't give it to Lilith..." Bela suddenly laughed, with a cry in his laughter and a hint of final cunning, "I hid it. Rufus's wooden house, the locker in the backyard, the password is 198304. The gun is inside, and there are bullets...Dean, kill Lilith. Kill her for me, and for yourself..."
Suddenly there was a deafening bang on the door on the other end of the phone, and the loud sound of the wooden door breaking could be clearly heard, followed by the crazy roar of Hellhound, sharp, fierce, and bloodthirsty.
Bela let out a heart-rending scream. The scream was full of extreme fear and pain, penetrating the receiver and causing pain to the eardrums.
"They're coming! Dean! They're coming! Help--!!"
The golden light on Bai Haorui's fingertips surged. He closed his eyes, and finally slowly let go of his hand and shook his head - he could feel through the phone that Bela's soul was being torn apart by Hellhound, and there was no way to save him. His Pure Yang True Fire could kill Hellhound, but he couldn't do anything at a distance of hundreds of kilometers.
From the receiver came the crazy barking of dogs, the wet sound of Bones being chewed, and the gradually weaker screams and whimpering of Bela. Finally, all the sounds stopped, leaving only the low, contented roar of Hellhound, and the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the empty room.
After a few seconds, the call was hung up, leaving only a "beep beep" busy tone on the receiver, which was particularly harsh in the silent room.
Dean held the phone and stood there without moving for a long time. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were staring blankly ahead, as if he could still hear Bela's last scream. The room was completely silent, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and the sound of the busy signal.
Sam stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said in a low voice, "Dean..."
Dean slowly put down the phone and threw it on the table without saying anything. He walked to the window and looked at the dark night outside.
"She lied to me until she died." Dean's voice was low, with a hint of unexplainable complexity, "She said she sold the gun, but she didn't. She said she did it for money, but she didn't."
"She just wants to live." Bai Haorui walked to him, his tone was calm, but with a hint of understanding, "Like you, like everyone targeted by Hell. In order to survive."
"The gun is at Rufus's place." Sam's tone contained a hint of hope that was imperceptible, "Dean, once we get the gun, we can go find Lilith. We still have a chance."
Dean looked at him, silent for a few seconds, and finally shook his head, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "Sam, even if we get the gun, our opponent is the new leader of Lilith. Hell, the person who controls all the devil's transactions. Do you think a gun can change everything?"
"At least we have chips." Bai Haorui said firmly, and the yellow talisman on his fingertips glowed with a faint golden light, "Lilith is a devil, and he has weaknesses. Colt gun can kill Yellow-Eyed Demon, you can kill her. My Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire is the most yang thing, it can suppress the evil aura of Hell, and it can also block Hellhound. We still have three weeks, so there is no chance."
Dean did not speak. He turned around and looked out the window again. The night was as thick as ink that could not be melted. In the distant forest, Hellhound's faint roar seemed to be heard. He could feel that the contract mark on his left arm was faintly hot, which was a sign that Hell was calling him.
Dean The contract mark on the left arm glowed with a faint black halo in the dim light, and the lines were deeper than before, like a net that was slowly tightening.
Dean looked at the night outside the window, but felt a little more relieved.
The lights of the motel looked like a lonely boat in the endless darkness. The wind outside the window was still howling, and the breath of Hell was getting closer and closer. The three-week countdown had entered the final countdown.