The next morning, there were not many people in the restaurant in the town, and soothing country music was playing.
Dean was sitting by the window, with a burger and coffee in front of her. The waitress smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon," then turned and walked into the kitchen.
Sam opened the door and walked in, hung up the phone, walked to sit opposite Dean, his expression was not very good.
"What did Bobby say?" Dean raised his head, looked at him, and asked.
"Pamela's condition is stable and she has been released from the ICU." Sam said, "The doctor said that her eyes were completely destroyed and she can no longer see."
Dean's face instantly darkened, and his fingers clenched the coffee cup in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"But she is blind, it's all because of us." Dean's voice was low, full of guilt.
"And we still don't know what we are facing." Sam sighed and said.
"Not entirely." Dean raised his head and looked at him with firm eyes, "We know its name, Castiel, no matter how you pronounce it. As long as we use the right spell, we can summon it and bring it in front of us."
Sam's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief. "Are you crazy? Absolutely not."
"We can examine it. Think about it, what did it do to Pamela?" Dean's tone darkened, "We have to figure out what it is and why it wanted to fish me out of Hell."
"Pamela just glanced at it, and his eyes were burned out. Do you still want to face it face to face?" Sam's tone was full of urgency, "Dean, do you know how dangerous this is? We don't know what it is at all!"
"Then do you have a better idea?" Dean looked at him and asked.
"Yes, of course." Sam nodded, "Didn't I track a few demons to the town? They are Lilith's men, and they must know something. Let's go find them and ask them the truth. It's better than summoning a thing that can instantly blind people's eyes, right?"
Just as Dean was about to speak, the waitress came over with a dinner plate, placed the burger and fries in front of Dean, and then sat down directly on the chair at the other end of the table.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a joking look on his face. "You want a tip so much?"
"Sorry, I thought you were looking for us." The waitress smiled, and the moment she finished speaking, her eyes turned into completely black devil eyes.
Almost at the same time, the eyes of the security guard at the counter and the chef coming out of the back kitchen all turned pure black. The security guard walked to the door, locked the door with a "click" and stood guard there.
The waitress's eyes returned to normal, and she looked at Dean with a sneer on her lips.
"Dean, you went to Hell and came back again, you are really a lucky man."
Dean leaned back in his chair, with an indifferent expression, and spread his hands. "That's just who I am."
"You walked out of Hell like that?" The waitress's eyes were full of inquiry, "Tell me, what's so special about you? There are so many souls in Hell, why did you come out?"
"I think it's because of my charming nipples." Dean grinned with a look of carelessness on his face, "I don't know, I didn't do it, and I don't know who made me come out."
"Really, you don't know." The waitress raised her eyebrows with a look of disbelief.
"Yeah, I don't know."
"Lying is a sin, you know." Her tone became colder.
"I'm not lying." Dean shrugged, "But I do want to find out, so if you are willing to tell me, Flo..."
"Watch your tone when you talk to me, kid." The waitress interrupted him sharply, with a fierce look in her eyes, "I can drag you back to Hell with my own hands."
Sam's body tensed instantly, and his hand touched the gun behind his waist, ready to take action. Dean immediately reached out to stop him, shook his head at him, and motioned him not to move with his eyes.
Dean leaned forward and looked at the waitress, his eyes full of provocation and a smile on his lips, "Really? I don't believe it. If you could, you would have done it long ago. The fact is, you don't know who released me. You are as panicked as we are, and you are looking for the answer. Maybe it was some super powerful spirit. Body, or Godzilla, or some powerful big demon. I guess with your level, they won't tell you anything at all. Because no matter who it is, he wants me to come out, and he is much stronger than you. So, just send me back, and wait for him to come to your door, you will feel better."
The waitress was shaking with anger and said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to tear your lungs out of your throat."
Dean leaned forward without any fear, punched her hard in the face, and then another punch, causing her head to tilt to the side and blood to flow from the corner of her mouth.
But she just sat on the chair, staring at Dean, not daring to fight back or even move.
Dean and Sam stood up, but the waitress was still sitting there, trembling with anger, but still did not dare to catch up.
Dean took out a roll of cash from his pocket, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and threw it on the table. He raised his eyebrows at her as if it was a humiliation. Then he and Sam turned around and walked out of the restaurant in a swagger.
Dean and Sam walked out of the restaurant and turned the corner. Sam suddenly stopped.
"You go back to the car and wait for me while I go to the bathroom." Sam said to Dean.
Dean nodded, without thinking much, and walked in the direction of the car.
Watching Dean walk away, Sam turned around and slipped in through the back door of the restaurant.
The back kitchen was dark, only the refrigerator light was on, and the music from the restaurant came through the crack in the door. It was empty and seemed deserted.
Sam took out his gun, turned on the flashlight on the gun, and walked cautiously inside. The light of the flashlight swept across the ground, and his steps stopped instantly.
The security guard's body was lying on the ground, his eyes were burnt black and hollow, exactly the same as Pamela's eyes, and he had long since lost his breath.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of wind coming from behind, and the waitress devil rushed out of the storage room next to her and rushed towards Sam.
Sam reacted immediately and dodged sideways. The two of them struggled with each other. Sam pushed her hard against the wall. When she raised her head, Sam realized that her eyes were burnt black and hollow, and she could not see anything.
"I can smell your soul from a mile away." She panted and hissed, waving her claws in the direction of Sam.
Sam frowned, looking wary. "What did you see? Who rescued Dean?"
"I only see the end." She was shaking all over, her voice full of despair and fear, "We are all dead - everyone is dead!"
"Ask me again, what did you see?" Sam's tone became colder.
"Go to hell." She roared and rushed towards Sam again.
Sam dodged her attack and stood still, with cold eyes. "Okay, I originally wanted to say this to you."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated, stretched out his hand, and faced the female devil with his palm.
There was no chanting of incantations, no drawing of talismans, or even any movements.
The female demon suddenly began to twitch violently, screaming in pain, and black smoke poured out of her mouth and eyes. Her body kept shaking, and finally collapsed to the ground. The black smoke completely dissipated and she lost her breath.
Sam opened his eyes, walked over slowly, squatted down, and checked her body, his face expressionless.
He stood up, patted the dust off his body, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, as if nothing had happened just now.
The night is getting darker, and the lights are brightly lit in the abandoned barn on the outskirts.
Bobby and Dean squatted on the ground, using cinnabar to draw complex summoning runes on the cement floor. The edges of the runes were sprinkled with salt and iron filings. Candles and various exorcism props were placed around them. The whole barn was filled with a tense atmosphere.
"Are you really going to do this?" Bobby looked up at Dean while drawing runes, with worry on his face, "This thing can burn out a Spirit Communication master's eyes. We don't even know what it is. If it starts a fire, all three of us will die here."
"That's why we have to figure it out. We can't always be kept in the dark." Dean didn't raise his head, the cinnabar pen in his hand kept moving, "It fished me out of Hell. It must have a purpose. I have to know what it wants to do."
He paused, raised his head, looked at the barn door, and frowned. "Where is Sam? It's been almost an hour since I left, and I haven't come back yet."
"He said he was going to take care of something and would be here right away." Bobby said.
Dean put down the cinnabar pen in his hand, sighed, and frowned. "Do you think he is okay?"
"You mean, is he hiding anything from us?" Bobby raised his head, looked at him, and asked.
"Yes." Dean nodded, his tone full of worry, "He said he didn't make a deal. I believe him, but he must be hiding something from me. For example, Lilith can't kill him, and what on earth has he been doing in the past few months. In the restaurant just now, he went out for so long and didn't say anything when he came back. He is no longer the Sam I know."
"He has gone through so much. You died in front of him and he almost collapsed. It is normal to have some secrets." Bobby patted his shoulder and advised, "Give him some time."
"I know, it's just..." Dean sighed and said no more.
At this moment, the barn door was pushed open, Sam walked in, patted the dust on his body, and closed the door.
"Are you all ready?" Sam walked over, looked at the summoning array on the ground, and asked.
"Well, I'll just wait for you." Dean stood up and looked at him, "Where have you been?"
"Go out and walk around to see if there are any traces of the devil." Sam said casually with a flash in his eyes.
"Did you find anything?"
"No, I didn't find anything." Sam shook his head and avoided Dean's sight.
Dean looked at him and didn't ask any more questions. He just picked up the spell book on the table and took a deep breath.
The three of them stood outside the summoning array. Dean took the spell book and glanced at Sam and Bobby. They both nodded.
Dean took a deep breath and began to recite the summoning spell, with a firm voice that echoed in the empty barn.
"I use divine power, Heaven, Hell, and the laws of the world to summon you, Castiel! Reveal your true body! Reveal your true body! Reveal your true body!"
The moment the incantation was finished, the flame of the candle beat wildly, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the barn, causing the candle to stagger. The familiar, sharp high-frequency noise sounded again, exactly like the one in the gas station, which made people's eardrums hurt.
The light bulbs above the head burst one after another, sparks flew everywhere, and the entire barn was instantly plunged into darkness, with only the candles on the ground still burning.
"Clang--"
The iron door of the barn was slammed open by a huge force, the night wind rushed in, and the flame of the candle was blown around.
A man wearing a beige windbreaker and a dark suit walked in slowly. He was handsome, with distant eyes and an expressionless face, and he walked towards the summoning array step by step.
Where he walked, the unexploded light bulbs above his head exploded one after another, and sparks fell on him, but he didn't care and didn't even stop.
"Shoot!" Dean shouted, and Bobby raised their guns at the same time and pulled the trigger at the man.
The bullets hit him one by one, making a "dinging" sound, like hitting a steel plate, unable to hurt him at all. He still walked forward step by step, expressionless.
Dean gritted his teeth, took out the devil's dagger from his waist, waited for him to approach, rushed forward, and stabbed him hard in the chest.
"Who are you?" Dean roared, using all his strength.
"I am the one who holds you tightly and pulls you out of destruction." The man's voice was low, without any emotion, and his eyes looked at Dean calmly.
"Really, thank you so much." Dean looked sarcastic, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the dagger hard into his chest.
The man lowered his head and glanced at the dagger on his chest. He stretched out his hand without caring, pulled out the dagger, and threw it to the ground. The dagger landed on the cement floor and made a "clang" sound.
Bobby rushed up from behind, took an iron rod, and hit him hard on the back of the head.
Without turning his head, the man grabbed the iron rod with his backhand, flicked it, and threw Bobby's whole body out. Bobby hit the wall, fell hard to the ground, and slid to the ground.
The man stepped forward, stretched out two fingers, and lightly touched Bobby's forehead.
Bobby rolled his eyes, fainted instantly, and stopped moving.
The man turned around and looked at Dean, his tone still calm. "We need to talk, Dean. Let's talk alone."
The moment Castiel appeared, that sacred, crushing power instantly swept across the entire area.
Bai Haorui True Fire almost lost control all over his body. All the runes in the secret room lit up, emitting a dazzling golden light. He spat out a large mouthful of blood again, his body twitched violently, and his eyesight turned black.
But he didn't stop. Instead, he gritted his teeth and injected all the True Fire into the last few core acupoints of his lumbar spine. The golden fire between his eyebrows flashed crazily, and the entire secret room was filled with red-gold True Fire.
It's almost... Grandma, if your perception is too high, you'll become a blood-spurting baby... It's just the last step...
Dean squatted down, touched Bobby's carotid artery with his fingers, felt the steady beating, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up, raised his head, glared fiercely at the man in front of him, and held the demon dagger he had just picked up tightly in his hand.
"Is my friend okay?" Dean's tone was cold and she stared at him intently.
"He's still alive." The man nodded, his tone calm.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Castiel."
"I know the name. I'm asking, what are you?" Dean's voice was raised a bit, and his eyes were full of vigilance.
Castiel looked at him, his tone was extremely calm, but it was like a thunder exploding in Dean's mind.
"I am the angel of God."
Dean seemed to have heard a big joke, he sneered and shook his head, "Go away, there is no such thing as an angel."
"This is your problem, Dean." Castiel's eyes remained calm, "You have no faith."
At this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, and a pale light instantly illuminated the entire barn.
Dean's pupils shrank suddenly and he froze in place.
In the light of lightning, behind Castiel, a pair of huge, shadow-like wings were suddenly reflected, blocking out the sky and almost filling the entire barn. The feathers on the wings were clearly defined, with a sense of sacred oppression.
The lights were instantly extinguished, the shadows of the wings disappeared without a trace, leaving only the flickering light of the candles in the barn.
Dean The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His face was full of shock and disbelief. At this moment, some of his worldview collapsed.
He came back to his senses, his voice was trembling, but he still pretended to be calm, staring at Castiel: "What kind of angel are you? It was you who burned that poor woman's eyes out."
"I warned her not to pry into my real voice." Castiel's tone was smooth, "For humans, it is too shocking, and my real voice is the same. You should have experienced it a long time ago."
Dean was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized. "That voice at the gas station and hotel, is it you?"
Castiel nodded.
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "Brother, please turn down the volume next time, it almost burst my eardrums."
"That was my mistake." Castiel said, "Some people, special people, can sense my true identity. I thought you would be one of them, but I was wrong."
"Then what do you look like now? Holy tax accountant?" Dean raised his eyebrows, trying to cover up his shock with a joke.
"This? This is my container."
"You possessed a poor person?" Dean's tone darkened.
"He is a pious man and this is what he prayed for."
Dean shook his head and still couldn't believe it. "I don't believe the nonsense you said. Who are you? It is impossible for a demon to have such power. Who are you?"
Castiel's brows wrinkled slightly, and a subtle emotion flashed in his eyes, like helplessness or something else. "I've already told you."
"Okay, then tell me, why did an angel want to rescue me from Hell?" Dean took a step forward and stared into his eyes, "God has nothing to do? He wants to save someone like me?"
"Good things will happen, Dean."
"Not in my life." Dean sneered, his eyes full of self-deprecation.
Castiel looked at him and said calmly, "What's wrong? Do you think you don't deserve to be saved?"
"Why on earth are you doing this?" Dean's tone was sharp, and he took a step forward again, almost face to face with him, "Don't tell me about God's gift, I don't believe it."
Castiel looked into his eyes, his tone was extremely firm, and he said word by word:
"Because God told you so. Because we have a task for you."
Dean looked at him, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
The flame of the candle was still beating, and the firelight reflected on the faces of the two people. There was a dead silence in the empty barn.
"Buzz--"
The red-gold True Fire in the secret room suddenly surged, like a small sun, and then instantly converged, all pouring into Bai Haorui's body, and disappeared without a trace.
Bai Haorui slowly opened his eyes, a flash of golden fire flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal. The aura in his body was completely stable, more than twice as strong as before the retreat, and the damage in the meridians was completely repaired, True Qi fullness, fifth level [Muscle and Bone Forging·Bone Refinement into Steel], complete cultivation, can break through to the sixth level [True Gang Condensation·Refining Qi into Gang] at any time.
He stood up slowly, moved his hands and feet, and his bones made a crisp sound. The four-month retreat for healing was finally over.
He walked to the basement door, put his hand on the door handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
The early morning sunlight shone through the crack in the door and fell warmly on his face.
Bai Haorui squinted his eyes, adjusted to the sunlight, and showed a firm smile at the corner of his mouth.
Dean, Sam, your golden thigh and loving father Bai Haorui is back again.
In the dark living room, the old-fashioned TV was still playing midnight horror movies on a loop, with snowflakes popping out from time to time, and a shrill noise wrapped in the night wind outside the window. Olivia·Laurie was so tired from running around on the sofa for days that she couldn't open her eyes. In the end, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but the TV screen began to flash crazily, the chandelier above her head flickered on and off, and the sizzling sound of electricity made people's eardrums hurt. Olivia was instantly awakened, and the breath she exhaled from her mouth condensed into white mist in the suddenly cooling air. Almost instinctively, she reached for the spare gun at her waist with her backhand, pressed her whole body against the back of the sofa, and her muscles instantly tensed up and entered a state of alert.
"Who's there?"
No one responded, only the cold wind came in through the cracks of the closed window, bringing a biting chill. She rushed to the closet and opened the door - the entire wall was filled with demon-hunting weapons, salt bombs, holy water, peach wood piles, and EMF detectors were neatly stacked on the shelves. At this moment, the phone on the coffee table rang, and the answering machine automatically connected with a click.
"Hey, I'm Olivia, I'm not here right now, please leave a message."
"Olivia, it's me, Bobby." Bobby's hoarse voice came over the phone, with a solemn tone that couldn't be concealed. "Call me back when you have time. I discovered something big and I need your help."
The message ended and the busy tone sounded. Olivia grabbed the EMF detector and as soon as she pressed the switch, the instrument emitted a sharp and ear-piercing beep, and the pointer hit her head directly, shaking wildly. The light flickered even more fiercely, and the glass lampshade began to buzz and vibrate, as if it would explode in the next second. She quickly loaded the shotgun, pressed her back against the wall, and walked carefully in the living room step by step, her eyes scanning every shadowed corner.
A gust of biting cold wind blew across the back of her neck without warning. She turned around suddenly, and a tall and thin male ghost covered in injuries stood beside her, staring at her with empty eyes.
"It's you!" Olivia's voice changed tone instantly, he pulled the trigger with his fingertip, and the salt bullet shot out with a bang, passing straight through the ghost's body. The other party disappeared in an instant as if nothing happened.
She grabbed the salt bag beside the table, tore open the bag and spread the salt line on the door and window cracks. Her hands shook so much that the salt grains were scattered all over the floor. But before the salt line was finished, the male ghost appeared on the other side of the salt line, stepping directly on the salt grains with his feet without stopping at all - it was pure salt that all evil spirits avoided, and it was useless to him at the moment.
Olivia's back was pressed against the wall, his face was pale, and his voice was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry."
She still wanted to retreat, but the moment she turned around, a female ghost with blond hair and the same bruises suddenly appeared behind her, and her cold hands strangled her neck. Olivia made a hoarse sound from her throat, and the shotgun slipped from her hand. She looked at the resentment in the female ghost's eyes, and finally let out a shrill scream.
The screen instantly turned black, leaving only the soft sound of Bones shattering.