[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Sam quickly touched the main page of the online serialization of the novel "Supernatural Power". The plot progressed to the beginning of Bloody Mary, well, he had an impression of this.

After thinking for a moment, Sam directly registered as a member on the website, and then sent a private message to Chuck Shurley, whose pseudonym is Cavin.The general idea is that he thinks his story is very interesting, intends to publish it, and hopes that he can contact himself.

After finishing these, Sam closed the computer.He looked at the legal materials scattered all over the floor, slightly lost in thought.

So, next Monday's interview, is he going all out or just not showing up?

This is a big problem.

***

Unlike the Holy See, which has branches all over the world, which is organized and disciplined and has high prestige in society, the existence of demon hunters is not much more glorious than monsters in the dark.Most of their existence is not exposed to the public, and sometimes they are wanted by the police because of casualties during hunting.

In the circle of world hunters in the United States, although there is no such existence as a leader, there is a hunter who is like a spider web that spreads all over the nodes of the hunter network in the United States.

Bobby Singer, almost all hunters in the world in the United States know him.And when Dean needed some professional help, the first person he thought of was Bobby Singer.

Not only because of Bobby's erudition and strong connections, but also because, in Dean's mind, Bobby's status is no different from that of his father.

Just outside of a small town in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, sits a modest-looking house that can stand up to years of wind and rain.The owner of the house probably used the existing site to open a scrap car recycling plant. Although it doesn't look like there is much business, the piles of discarded cars only make the site outside the house even more messy.

Dean didn't think it was a stick, and parked the impala outside the house familiarly. He had already called Bobby before coming.Thanks to Bobby for always favoring him, even though the last time we met in memory, he witnessed a full-fledged quarrel between John and Bobby, and even dropped the gun, but Bobby still wants him to come Ask him for help.

Dean touched the tattoo under the collarbone that could prevent demon possession. Remembering that Bobby was injured and hospitalized after being possessed by demons in his previous life, and his lower body was paralyzed, he made up his mind to get Bobby to get a tattoo.

"Bobby." Dean looked at the middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap that was so worn out that even the letters on it were worn out. His hazel green eyes curled up. He took a step forward and gave Bobby a big hug , couldn't help but said: "I miss you so much."

After all, ten years later, he and Sam no longer have Bobby's company and guidance by their side.

"Hey hey hey, what's the matter with you boy." Bobby Singer was taken aback by Dean's emotional exposure. He had always had a good relationship with the Winchester boy, and he privately compared Dean and Sam to each other. It is seen as his own child.But when they usually meet, at most there is a hug, and if they are more emotional, it is not suitable for the men who are licking blood here.

"It's just that I haven't seen you for a while, and I suddenly feel more emotional." Dean quickly cleaned up his emotions, and walked into the room with his shoulders on Bobby Singer.

After hooking their shoulders and shoulders, they officially entered the etiquette among demon hunters.

After drinking a glass of holy water, Dean confessed his purpose.

"Bobby, I'm here to ask for help." He said asking for help, but Dean showed a smug smile that Bobby Singer couldn't ignore.

Bobby Singer looked at Dean suspiciously, and said, "Dean, what are you kidding?"

Dean smiled, put his hand into the jacket of his jacket, and said slowly: "Bobby, you can't even imagine what I got."

The corner of Bobby Singer's mouth twitched slightly as Dean took his hand back, then grabbed the shoulder bag he had put aside, turned out a bunch of hand-drawn drawings from it, and handed it to Bobby Singer. Said: "Before speaking, draw these runes first."

Bobby Singer flipped through the stack and roughly recognized some of the runes were for demons, but the rest of the runes were unfamiliar.

Dean cleared his throat and began to confuse Bobby Singer.

"This part of the runes is for demons, this one prevents tracking, this one prevents eavesdropping, and this one keeps you out." Dean picked out almost half of the paper and put it aside, and he shook another stack of papers, "And these runes The text is aimed at angels. Avoid eavesdropping, avoid tracking, and prohibit entry. And this..."

Dean picked out one of them, faced Bobby Singer who was already stunned, and said, "Drawn with blood, you can forcibly expel angels."

"...God." It took Bobby Singer a while to recover his voice, he looked at Dean in disbelief, and said, "What the hell did you provoke outside?"

Guard against demons, he can understand.But guard against angels?

Although he had never seen an angel, and he didn't know whether angels existed, but once these defensive measures were put on, he couldn't see Dean's attitude towards them.

Dean smiled wryly, and said, "It's not that I provoked anything, but that something self-righteously planned my life since I was born."

Although he was shocked by Dean's creation of so many things, but out of his trust in Dean, Bobby Singer painted these runes all over the house as quickly as possible, with a helpless expression on his face. Dean took him to the tattoo parlor in the town to get a tattoo that can prevent demon possession.

After finishing all this, Dean returned home and took out the revolver gun that had been hidden in his clothes all the time, shook it, and said, "Da da, look what I got!"

Originally, Bobby Singer was exhausted by Dean's torment this morning. He looked at this antique revolver-gun that looked a little old. When he saw the pentagram pattern on the handle, There is also the Latin nontimebomala on the gun, which means "not afraid of evil", Bobby Singer's face changed suddenly, and he snatched the revolver from Dean's hand.

He looked around in disbelief, and blurted out, "colt, that colt!"

"That's right." The corners of Dean's lips curled up, showing a slightly reserved smile, and said, "That's the Colt."

The colt gun is a major gun brand in the United States today, but the only thing that can excite demon hunters is the artifact built by Samuel Colt for hunting demons.

This colt is said to be able to kill anything, but Dean is very clear, this is just a rumor, an existence like Lucifer cannot be killed.

"God, I always thought it was just a legend." Bobby Singer touched the inscription on the gun with fiery eyes.With this gun, they were able to kill demons, not just send those demons back to hell.

The corners of Dean's lips curled up. After leaving Palo Alto, he rushed to Manning, Colorado, and stole this colt from the demon hunter Daniel Elkins.This time, he was extremely careful to avoid Daniel Elkins entirely.Before leaving, he deliberately messed up Daniel Elkins' safe house.

When Daniel Elkins came home, he found a messy safe house and a stolen Colt gun, and the old man was furious.But apart from being angry, he also realized that it was no longer safe here.

So, early the next morning, he packed his luggage, set fire to the safe house, and left Manning.

Dean stayed in the shadows, watching him go.

According to the original process, Daniel Elkins will be killed by a group of vampires in the safe house eight months later and take Colt away.Now that Dean has a hand in it, I hope he can escape the death in eight months.

"Bobby, I need you to keep this a secret, and don't let anyone know the existence of this gun." Dean said solemnly, "This will be our secret weapon against demons."

"John doesn't know either?" Bobby Singer raised his eyebrows and looked at Dean.

"Dad doesn't know either." Dean said flatly, "I'm flying solo, Bobby."

"I hope you can understand what you are doing." Bobby Singer frowned, "Having this gun means that you can kill demons, and at the same time, you will also be targeted by demons, which is not a good thing. "

"I'm very happy to be a thorn in the side of the devil." Dean said without hesitation.

Bobby Singer stared at Dean. After a long while, he gritted his teeth. This kid knew that he would not really reject him, so he was so confident in front of him.Letting out a long breath, he said, "Tell me, why did you bring Colt here on purpose? You didn't mean to show off in front of me."

"Of course not." Dean unscrewed the colt's magazine, took out one of the bullets engraved with the inscription, and then looked expectantly at Bobby Singer, saying: "There are only five bullets left in the colt now, Bobby Bi, I need you to make more bullets."

Bobby Singer: "..." This bastard really thinks highly of him.

Dean is full of confidence in Bobby Singer: "If there is anyone in this world who can reproduce Samuel Cotter's bullet, that person must be you, Bobby."

As evidenced in my previous life, it was Bobby who recreated Colt's bullets, and the effect was superb.

Bobby Singer: "...you boy is really... well, I'll try."

Dean twisted the colt's cylinder back to its original position, put the whole gun in Bobby Singer's hand, and said, "I'll leave it to you, Bobby."

Bobby Singer bowed his head silently, looking at this legendary pistol, such a heavy trust.

Still, it was a challenge, and he liked it.

***

The problem of Colt's limited bullets was passed on, and Dean set off again after staying with Bobby Singer for a day.

This time, Dean wants a big one!

In front of the Sioux Falls Regional Airport in South Dakota, Dean, carrying a shoulder bag, kept taking deep breaths.His face was faintly pale, and when his hazel green eyes looked at the silver-gray building in front of him, fear and reluctance flickered in his eyes.

It can be said that Dean never showed such an expression even in the face of unimaginable ghosts and evil spirits.

Dean took a deep breath, and breathed, and breathed.

Ten minutes later, a resolute expression appeared on his face.He clutched the shoulder bag in his hand, lowered his head, almost gritted his teeth and rushed into the terminal building in front of him.

This will be an uphill battle.

It will also be his own battle.

With the tragic mood of going to the battlefield, Dean boarded the flight.