"I want pizza from two grown men." The girl rolled her eyes, looking matter-of-fact.
"We seem to have gone to the wrong room." Dean smiled, and just as he was about to turn around, he saw Sam walking over in the room.
When Sam saw Dean at the door, he froze in place instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He looked back and forth at Dean and Bobby in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost, his lips moved, but he could not say a word.
Dean looked at him, with a gentle voice and a hint of unnoticeable choking. "Hey, Sam."
He said, walked into the room, and the girl gave way.
At this moment, Sam suddenly took out a dagger and without any hesitation, stabbed Dean in the chest.
"Ah!" the girl screamed and took two steps back in fright.
Dean reacted very quickly and immediately raised his hand to block his attack. Bobby rushed forward, hugged Sam from behind and pulled him back. Sam was still struggling desperately, his eyes were red as if they were bleeding, and he yelled, "Who the hell are you?!"
"Make it look like you didn't do it!" Dean shouted.
"What are you doing?!" Sam was still struggling, his face full of vigilance and collapse.
"It's him! Sam! It's him!" Bobby hugged him tightly and shouted in his ear, "I've tested it all, the silverware and the holy water. It's really Dean!"
Sam's struggle slowly stopped.
He looked at Dean's face, his eyes instantly turned red, his body was trembling slightly, and his voice was shaky. "How could..."
Dean walked forward slowly and gave a familiar, cynical smile, "I know, I'm so handsome, right?"
Bobby let go of Sam.
Sam took a step forward and hugged Dean so hard that he was shaking all over, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear. Dean also hugged his brother back hard and patted his back gently.
Bobby stood aside, looking at the two brothers embracing each other, his eyes were wet, he quietly turned around and wiped his face.
Sam pushed Dean away a little, looked him up and down, and touched his arms and chest, as if to confirm whether he was real and complete, for fear that this was just his illusion.
The girl at the door looked at this scene with a confused look on her face, and tentatively said, "So you two... are a couple? So I was caught in rape?"
Sam then remembered that the girl was still there. He instantly looked embarrassed and quickly let go Dean: "What? No, no, he is my brother."
"Oh... I understand." The girl nodded and picked up the clothes on the sofa, "I think I should go."
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, please go first." Sam said quickly, with an embarrassed look on his face.
The girl got dressed and walked out of the room. Sam walked her to the door.
"Remember to call me." The girl said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Kathy." Sam nodded.
The girl's face fell instantly, with a look of disappointment. "It's Christy."
"Oh, yes." Sam smiled awkwardly. The girl rolled her eyes and turned away.
Sam closed the door, leaned against the door, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned around and walked back to the room.
Dean is back... really back... I'm not dreaming... but... will he find out about me and Ruby? Will he find out that I drank demon blood? If he finds out, he will definitely go crazy...
Sam sat down on the sofa, Dean stood in front of him with his arms folded, and together with Bobby, looked at him with suspicion.
"Tell me, what's the price?" Dean spoke first, with a deep tone.
Sam smiled and pretended to be relaxed, "That girl? I don't have to spend money, Dean."
"That's not funny, Sam." Dean's tone was without a hint of joking, "What's the price for saving me? Is it just your soul, or is there something worse?"
"You think I made a deal?" Sam's smile froze on his face.
"That's what we think." Bobby answered from the side and nodded.
"I didn't." Sam shook his head, his tone extremely firm.
"Don't lie to me." Dean took a step forward, his tone was sharp, and his eyes were fixed on him.
"I didn't lie to you."
"So now that I am freed, are you trapped? Have you become the devil's puppet?" Dean's voice rose a bit, "I don't want to be rescued like this, Sam."
Sam stood up suddenly, furious, with red eyes, a cry in his voice, and four months of accumulated despair and guilt, and yelled, "Listen, Dean, I hope I did it, okay?"
Dean grabbed his collar and stared at him. "No one else can do this except you, tell me the truth now!"
Sam shook Dean's hand away hard, his whole body was trembling, and he roared, shouting out all the four months of weakness and pain, "I tried everything, this is the truth! I tried to open Hell's Gate, damn, I even tried to have sex Yi, Dean, but no demon is willing to trade with me, okay? You've been in Hell for months, whole months, but I can't do anything. So I'm sorry that I wasn't the one to save you, okay? Dean, I'm sorry."
Dean looked at his younger brother's red eyes, his face full of despair and guilt, and slowly loosened his grip on his collar, feeling as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"It's okay, Sam, no need to apologize, I believe you." Dean's tone softened and she patted him on the shoulder.
Bobby sighed and said, "I'm not disappointed. I'm glad that Sam's soul is fine, but this brings about a more troublesome problem."
Dean turned his head, looked at him, and frowned. "If he didn't get me out, then what on earth was it?"
This kid... How much suffering has he suffered in the past four months... I still doubt him... But if it's not him, then what is it? It can fish me out of Hell, and repair my body, so that even the devil doesn't dare to get his hands on it... What is the origin of this thing?
Dean and Bobby were sitting on the sofa. Sam walked into the kitchen, took three bottles of cold beer, walked over and handed them to them, opened a can himself, and sat on the chair opposite Dean.
"Since you're not here to dig my grave, what are you doing around here?" Dean opened the beer tab, took a sip, and asked.
"After I found out that I couldn't save you, I started to hunt Lilith and wanted to avenge you." Sam lowered his head and rubbed the beer can with his fingers.
Bobby's tone immediately became accusatory. "You alone? Who do you think you are? Your father? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to chase Lilith alone?"
Sam didn't speak, just pursed his lips.
Dean's eyes swept across the seam of the sofa and saw the pink floral bra exposed from inside. He reached out and fished it out, held it in his hand and raised his eyebrows at Sam with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, yes, I feel your pain all too well."
Sam's face instantly turned red, and he quickly grabbed the bra and stuffed it into his pocket, looking embarrassed. "It's not what you think..."
"Come on Sam, it's not like I haven't experienced it before." Dean smiled, then put away his joking expression, "Let's get down to business, you were following Lilith, how did you end up here?"
"Anyway, I was tracking a few demons in Tennessee state, all of them were subordinates of Lilith, but they suddenly turned around and came here en masse." Sam said.
"When?"
"Yesterday morning."
Dean's brows instantly knitted together. "That's when I crawled out of the grave."
"Do you think these demons are coming for you?" Bobby frowned and asked.
Sam looked confused. "But why? Aren't they supposed to want Dean to die in Hell?"
"I don't know." Dean shook his head, "Some powerful demon dragged me out, and now these demons are following me? There must be a connection."
"By the way, how do you feel?" Bobby looked at Dean with a worried look on his face.
Dean grinned. "A little hungry."
"No, I mean, do you think you are still you? Is there anything strange or different?" Bobby's tone became serious, "Or is it possessed by a demon? Dean, we have to be careful, anyone who can fish someone out of Hell is definitely not a good person."
"Bobby, how many times do I have to prove that I am who I am?" Dean looked helpless, "I have tried silverware and holy water. If I were a devil, I would have revealed myself long ago."
"Listen, no demon will be merciful and just release you from Hell. They must have some evil plan." Bobby said, "We have to figure out what they want to do."
"I feel very good." Dean spread his hands.
Sam put down the beer can and said, "Okay, listen, we don't know what their plans are. Now there are a lot of problems and no clue at all. We need help."
"I know a Spirit Communication division, a few hours' drive from here, named Pamela·Barnes. He is the most powerful Spirit Communication division I know." Bobby nodded, "For such a big thing, maybe she can hear something from the other side."
Dean nodded immediately. "Okay, it's worth a try."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Bobby stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Dean also stood up, ready to go outside to get some fresh air.
"Hey, wait." Sam suddenly spoke and stopped him.
Dean turned around and looked at him.
Sam pulled off a necklace from his neck, on which hung the amulet Dean left by his father. He put the necklace in Dean's hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.
"You should take this back."
Dean looked at the amulet in his hand. He had worn it for more than ten years and it was still hanging around his neck when he died. He did not expect that Sam actually kept wearing it on himself.
The metal on the fingertips carried Sam's body temperature. Dean's heart was filled with congestion, the tip of her nose was sore, and she almost couldn't hold it back.
"Thank you." His voice was a little hoarse.
"It's okay." Sam smiled, a little embarrassed.
Dean put the amulet back on his neck, stuffed it into his clothes, and placed it close to his body. The familiar cold touch made him feel at ease instantly.
Sam looked at him, hesitated, and then asked, "Hey, Dean, Hell... what are they like?"
A flash of fear flashed across Dean's eyes for an instant, so fast that people couldn't catch it. He quickly covered it up and shrugged pretending to be relaxed. "What? Hell? I don't know. I must have lost my memory. I don't remember anything."
Sam nodded, obviously relieved, with a smile on his face, "That's really thank God."
"Yeah." Dean nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door.
Dean walked into the public bathroom of the hotel, turned on the light, and looked at himself in the mirror.
Hell The suffering made him lose a lot of weight, stubble appeared on his chin, there was lingering fatigue in his eyes, and there was a trace of fear that he was not aware of.
He leaned on the sink, cold water flowed from the faucet, he picked up the water and splashed it on his face, trying to wake himself up.
In the scene in Hell, iron chains locked his limbs, and the iron burned on his skin, making a sizzling sound. There were distorted screams all around, and the devil's grin. His face was covered with blood, and his eyes collapsed.
Dean suddenly came back to his senses, gasping for air, looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes full of confusion and fear.
It's not that he doesn't remember, he just doesn't dare to say it.
He couldn't tell Sam that four months in Hell, four months in the human world, were thirty years in Hell. He had been tortured for thirty years. He was afraid that Sam would be worried, and even more afraid that Sam would see that what he climbed out of Hell was not only his body, but also the darkness that was engraved in his bones.
Bobby had already started the car and was leaning against the car door, waiting for the brothers.
Dean and Sam walked down the steps and walked towards them.
"She's on the interstate, about four hours' drive from here. Try to keep up with me." Bobby shouted to Dean, opened his car door, and got in.
Sam looked at Dean and smiled, "I guess you want to drive."
Dean grinned, walked to his Impala, and gently stroked the black car body with his fingers, as if touching a lover reunited after a long absence.
"Hey, baby, did you miss me? I miss you so much!" He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel. The familiar touch made his eyes red instantly.
But the next second, he saw the iPod interface that had been drilled into the center console, and his face instantly darkened.
"What the hell is this?" Dean pointed at the interface and turned to look at Sam, the co-pilot, with a look of disbelief.
"It's an iPod interface." Sam said matter-of-factly.
"I asked you to take good care of her, not to punch holes randomly in her!" Dean was furious, touching the interface with a distressed look on his face, as if his baby had been destroyed, "Do you know how much damage this will do to my baby?"
"Dean, I thought this car would be mine from now on." Sam said helplessly.
"Are you serious?" Dean glared at him, and then started the car. The engine made a familiar, low roar. He smiled instantly, and the light in his eyes returned.
The car drove out of the parking lot, followed Bobby's car, and drove onto the highway. In the night, the headlights of the two cars pierced the darkness and drove toward the interstate highway.
"There's something else I can't figure out." Dean asked as he drove the car.
"What?"
"The night I was bitten to death, how did you escape?" Dean turned to look at him, "I thought Lilith would kill you, there was no way she would let you go."
"She really wanted to kill me, but she failed." Sam said.
"What does failure mean?"
"She emitted that burning white light at me, the kind that can burn people to ashes, but... I wasn't hurt at all." Sam also had a hint of doubt in his tone, "It's as if I am immune to her ability."
Dean's brows instantly frowned. "Immune?"
"Yes." Sam nodded, "I don't know who was more surprised at the time, her or me. She ran away immediately after that."
Dean's brows furrowed tighter, and the doubts in his heart deepened. Lilith is the new leader of Hell. After Yellow-Eyed Demon died, she became one of the most powerful demons in Hell. Her ability couldn't hurt Sam?
"What about Ruby? Where did she go?" Dean asked again.
Sam's eyes flashed for a moment, then he quickly covered it up and said lightly, "Dead, or returned to Hell. I haven't seen her for several months."
Dean said no more, just looked at the road ahead with doubts in his eyes.
He always felt that Sam was hiding something from him.
Four hours later, the car stopped in front of a suburban house.
Dean, Sam, and Bobby got out of the car, opened the courtyard door, and walked in.
The house is filled with candles, various occult props, crystal balls, tarot cards, various runes hanging on the walls, and the air is filled with the smell of wormwood and incense.
A blonde woman was sitting at the table with her back to them. When she heard the noise, she turned around and looked at them with a smile. She was Pamela·Barnes.
"I've heard a lot about you, Bobby·Singer, and you still owe me a bottle of twelve-year-old whiskey." Pamela crossed his arms and said with a smile, his eyes full of sassiness.
Bobby smiled, "Pamela, these are Sam and Dean·Winchester."
Pamela's eyes fell on Dean, looked him up and down, whistled, with a smile on his lips, "Oh, I know you, the one who came back from the dead. You are much more handsome than the rumors say."
Dean grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I like you."
"Okay, let's get down to business." Pamela put away his joking expression, walked to the table and sat down, "You want to know who dragged you out of Hell, right?"
"Yes." Dean nodded, walked to the table and sat down, "We only know that it is very powerful, and it has a name, but we don't know what it is yet. We have tried every method, but we can't find it out."
"Okay, then I'll ask for you." Pamela smiled, took out the crystal ball and placed it in the center of the table.
She lit the candles around the table, asked the three of them to sit around the table, and looked serious. "I'm warning you, no matter what this thing is, its energy is very strong. No matter what happens for a while, don't interrupt me. Do you understand? Once the ceremony is interrupted, the consequences will be disastrous."
Dean, Sam, and Bobby looked at each other and nodded.
Pamela closed his eyes, held the crystal ball with both hands, took a deep breath, and began to recite the spell.
"I call and command you, reveal your name to me. I call and command you, reveal your name to me."
Her voice was steady and full of power, and she chanted the mantra over and over again.
The table began to shake slightly, the flame of the candle danced wildly, flickering on and off, and a sizzling white noise filled the room, getting louder and louder.
Bobby looked at the increasingly violent shaking, his face turned pale, and he nervously said to Pamela, "Pamela, why don't you stop, this is not right."
"I've almost caught it." Pamela didn't open his eyes, his tone was extremely firm, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, "I summon and order you, reveal your name to me!"
The white noise became more and more harsh, the table shook violently, and the cups on the table fell to the floor. The flame of the candle suddenly shot up several feet high, almost burning the ceiling.
Pamela's body began to tremble, but he still did not stop. He roared with all his strength, "I order you to show your true face! Show your true face now!"
The moment the words fell, the flame of the candle suddenly surged, and the entire room was filled with dazzling white light. Pamela suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her eyes suddenly opened, filled with blazing white light, and her pupils could not be seen at all.
She fell straight down and hit the table. The crystal ball rolled to the ground and shattered.
The shaking and white noise in the room disappeared without a trace in an instant, the candle flame returned to normal, and only the painful sobbing of Pamela was left in the room.
"Call 911!" Bobby immediately rushed over, caught the fallen Pamela, put her gently on the ground, and shouted to Sam.
Sam reacted immediately, rushed into the next room, picked up the phone, his hands were shaking, and dialed the emergency number.
Dean squatted down, gently opened Pamela's eyelids, and his heart suddenly sank.
Her eyes had been burnt black and hollow, her eye sockets were scorched, and she could not see anything.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh my God!" Pamela kept sobbing, shaking all over, and shouted desperately.
Dean looked at her, feeling filled with guilt and clenching her fists tightly.
It's all my fault... If we hadn't come to find her, she wouldn't have become like this... What is this thing...? It can burn people's eyes out even by looking at it... The devil can't do such a thing...
The moment Pamela saw Castiel's true form, the golden fire between Bai Haorui's eyebrows in the basement suddenly exploded, and an extremely domineering sacred aura rushed in along his perception. True Fire all over his body completely lost control. All the candles burning in the secret room exploded, and the runes flashed crazily.
He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the ground in front of him. The muscles all over his body twitched violently, and the burning pain in his bone marrow seemed to tear his whole body apart.
Castiel... It is indeed him... Apocalypse, the only angel who has good intentions towards humans.
You must get out of seclusion as soon as possible... The angels are not here to save the world at all. At this time, Castiel has not rebelled against Heaven. They are here to start Apocalypse... What they want has never been to stop Lucifer, but to complete the script written by God...