[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

"Dean..."

Sam opened his mouth to explain that he was fine, really, nothing at all.But the next moment, Dean grabbed Sam's hand, and quickly groped Sam's body with his palm, obviously looking for something.

Sam was stunned, and immediately understood Dean's intentions, and quickly explained: "There is no witchcraft bag, Dean, really, I have nothing at all, I am not as careless as you think."

Dean glared at Sam, almost wanting to growl for a moment.Fortunately, he remembered that his Sammygirl was a poor victim, and it might not be a wizard who did this kind of thing, so he gritted his teeth and endured it, slowly let go of his hand, and said firmly, "I'll check it later."

Sam twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling extremely helpless.

This reunion was not at all what he had imagined!

He had an ominous premonition that the relationship he had severed to protect Jessica was likely to bring him unnecessary trouble.

Seeing Dean's furious look, Sam nodded obediently, but his cold eyes pierced the demon Brady directly.

It's all his fault.

This devil's mouth is too cheap.

Apparently, Dean felt the same way.

Although it was the demon Brady who broke the news about Sam's safety, his complacent look with a pig's face is really cheap.Dean was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and punched the demon Brady in the face.

"Hey!" The demon Brady spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Dean dissatisfied, and said, "I'm telling you about your brother honestly, it's too tasteless to cross a river and tear down a bridge."

"Do demons have character?" Dean snapped back without hesitation, then tore off a piece of cloth from the demon Brady's clothes, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Demon Brady rolled his eyes at the dirty cloth.

Dean sneered, and put the sack with the devil's trap on Brady's head.

At this moment, the sound of a police car sounded outside the building.

After receiving the call to the police, the local police station finally sent someone over.

There were noisy voices downstairs. Except for some survivors who rushed home and trembled, those who had experienced dangers in the building and lost their friends grabbed the policeman's hand and choked up their sobs to ask them to save lives.

Some people were dragged away by ghosts, and the survivors did not see their bodies. They still had a glimmer of hope for the survival of those people.

Dean frowned, and whispered: "What are the chances of those ghosts attacking these police officers?"

Sam said calmly: "They will."

So, ten percent.

The ghosts wandering here are irrational at all, whether it is the police or ordinary people, there is no difference to them, they are all toys delivered to the door.

"Damn it." Dean cursed in a low voice, but the demon found a good place.

He has to stop these cops from courting death.

Dean held the shotgun filled with salt bombs in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Go out."

A faint smile flashed in Sam's eyes, as if nostalgic, and he said slowly, "Okay."

Sam took the initiative to bear the burden of carrying the demon. Anyway, he is taller than Dean. Although the demon Brady is not light, he can be used to block the knife at critical moments.

Dean shot the demon Brady twice, added two more ropes to his hands and feet, and then he was relieved to let Sam carry him on his back.Even if he encounters the police, with the relationship between Sam and Brady Wright's superficially good friends, he can fool people with justifications.

Sneaking under the noses of the police is something Dean and Sam are familiar with.

Dean stood by Sam's side with a gun in his hand, and the two carried the demon Brady out of the room.

To Dean's surprise, all the ghosts who seemed to be fried just now did not appear, and the corridor was quiet, only the faint blue light reflected by the fluorescent sticks.

Dean scanned his surroundings vigilantly. Although he didn't understand the uninterrupted convulsions of the ghosts, it was better to wait if he didn't leave now.

Dean held the gun in one hand and the demon Brady's foot in the other, helping Sam relieve the burden of the lump of flesh on his back, and the two quickly went downstairs.

After walking two flights of stairs, Dean suddenly noticed something was wrong.He grabbed Sam's arm, raised the light stick and shone on Sam's face, and sure enough, he saw Sam's pale face and cold sweat all over his head.

Dean's heart trembled, and his hazel green eyes suddenly turned violent, and he said anxiously: "What's going on?!" As he said, he pulled the demon Brady off Sam's back, and let him Throw it on the ground.

The demon Brady, who has no demon powers at all, grunted and muttered something vaguely with his gagged mouth, as if he was cursing Winchester.

"It's okay." Sam's expression was filled with forbearance. He reluctantly hooked the corner of his lips and reached out to grab the demon Brady. Now is the time to race against time, and there is no time to delay.

"Sam!" Dean's voice became three points heavier, and there was raging anger in his hazel green eyes.He stretched out his hand, grabbed the corner of Sam's jacket, rubbed against Sam's lips vigorously, and then said in a calm voice: "You have a nosebleed."

Sam subconsciously covered his nose. At this time, the humming brain slowly realized the moist liquid gushing from his nostrils.

"Oh, I'm... very angry, a little angry."

Dean was almost laughed angrily by Sam, if it wasn't for the wrong place, he would have grabbed Sam by the collar and shook it - he said that life after being away from the witch hunt would be very leisurely!Why did he feel that if he didn't take a good look at Sam, Sam would most likely capsize in the life of ordinary people and be killed quietly by some demon or wizard.

Dean gave Sam a "let's talk" look, lifted the demon Brady on the ground, carried it directly on his shoulder, and grabbed Sam's arm with the other hand, and said angrily: "Not yet Walk!"

Sam's nails clasped his palms firmly, and in the dim light, his voice kept the most basic and steady, "Okay."

Dean carried the demon Brady on his shoulders and dragged Sam, gnashing his teeth and thinking about what he would do when he got out, but he didn't know that the reason why there were no ghosts wandering around in the building at this time was because a ghost stuck into the wall while he wasn't paying attention. black short blade.

The left-handed blade has dual attributes of space and seal. It can temporarily seal an evil spirit, and can also imprison the actions of all ghosts by sealing the entire ghost domain.Sam's dizziness, weakness and nosebleed state at this time are the result of his overdrawn mental strength to fully urge the left hand blade.

This is the only way to let him and Dean get out of here safely without revealing their strength, and it can also prevent other policemen from coming in to die.

At this moment, the police who simply understood the situation and wanted to go upstairs to save people were being blocked by the gate of the building with words written on it.They called the security guard working here, but the key in the security guard's hand could not open the door.

Banging on doors, prying open doors, looking for other entrances, the police circled around the building covering an area of ​​[-] hectares, and even prepared to call in backup from the police station to climb the stairs with ladders.

At this time, Dean helped Sam to the first floor.

Seeing the police blocked by the door, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.However, he soon realized something was wrong.No matter how strong this door is, it cannot withstand the perseverance of the police outside. Until now, the door has not been broken. There can only be one reason.

The door cannot be opened.

As soon as this idea came up, Dean heard a "bang", and the door seemed to be loose.

Dean: "..."

So, really don't reason with haunted places, there's no reasoning here.

Sam glanced at the door, which was actually sealed by Sam, but his mental strength is unstable now, and the door is a little bit crumbling.He grabbed Dean, pointed to the direction of the backyard facing the gate, and said softly, "Leave through the back door."

The back door of the building was reserved by Sam, and when they left together, he would detonate the dark hands left before and completely eliminate the ghosts in the building.

Dean stopped in his tracks. He took a deep look at the crumbling front door, bit his lip, and said in a deep voice, "You stay."

Sam paused. He thought that the pain in his head made him have an auditory hallucination, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What?"

"I said, you stay." There was no extra expression on Dean's face, and his tone was very calm, "If you leave with me through the back door, you will have no way to explain it when the police come to the door."

One might make Sam disappear from the police, or even more unlucky, he might become a serial killer behind the scenes, and his studies and life here would be ruined.Dean remembered that the next Monday was Sam's law school interview, and he couldn't ruin Sam's hard-won ordinary life.

Sam opened his mouth, he didn't want to explain anything to the police.Many people are destined to go missing here today, not one more than him, and he happened to escape with Dean.Sam doesn't care whether he is wanted by the local police station or on the FBI's most wanted list.

Before Sam could say anything, Dean said first, "Let the police take you to the hospital for a physical examination."

This seemed to be a very good and powerful reason, but Sam narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight at Dean. At this moment, he even ignored the torment of the headache.

"Dean, you can't get rid of me...on the Brady matter." Sam emphasized, "I need to know why Brady was possessed by the demon and his purpose."

Amid the more and more urgent slamming of the door, Dean gave a "tsk", thinking of the reason why the demon Brady appeared beside Sam, he was a little afraid to look into Sam's eyes, and said vaguely: "I know, and, And Jessica's matter hasn't been dealt with yet." Thinking of the breakup between Jessica and Sam, Dean lifted his spirits, and said word by word: "Brother, I support you."

Therefore, he would never let his younger brother be greened for no reason.

Sam's face froze. There was really no need to investigate the matter of Jessica.