[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Meanwhile, in Palo Alto, Sam, who had received an acceptance letter from Stanford Law School, tossed aside the acceptance letter that also brought a full scholarship.

That Monday, Sam finally went to the law school for an interview and managed to get a full scholarship from the interviewer.It would have been a great occasion to celebrate, had Sam really set his sights on studying and becoming a respected lawyer.

Sam's pride does not allow him to drop the chain, even if this admission letter is no longer what he wants.

After staring blankly for a moment, Sam sat up straight, dragged the laptop on the coffee table, and put it on his lap.

He tapped the keyboard skillfully with his fingers, and typed something quickly. After a while, a window popped up, which was the shrunken map of the United States.

The South Dakota state in the central and western part of the map is suddenly enlarged to the entire window, followed by Sioux Falls, and a red dot is stamped in the center of Sioux Falls.

Sam raised his eyebrows and suddenly said, "Bobby... wait."

The mouse moved to the red dot, and the time displayed on it was three hours ago.

The program Sam created was to track Dean's cell phone signal that was only open to family members and trusted friends. The cell phone with that card inserted in it was never turned off by Dean, and it was just right for tracking Dean's location.

But now the program shows that Dean's mobile phone signal has not been captured for three hours. In Sam's view, this is a bit serious.

Although in some haunted places, the magnetic field is chaotic, and there will be situations where there will be no mobile phone signal. Sam has long been mentally prepared, but the last place where Dean's mobile phone signal appears is Sioux Falls, which is Bobby's territory.

Sam pursed his lips tightly, turned on precise positioning, and found that the last place where Dean's cell phone signal appeared was...

"Sioux Falls Regional Airport? Seriously?" Sam's eyes widened in surprise, just as Sam used to be afraid of clowns, and Dean kept a respectful distance from the plane.In the memory of his previous life, the only time Dean boarded a plane was to kill the devil who specially made the plane crash, and Sam would never forget Dean's expression when he was flying, ahem.

So, just running errands at the airport, or...flying?

Things that can make Dean grit his teeth and get on the plane will never be trivial.

Sam's fingers tapped lightly on the coffee table, making up his mind.He tapped the keyboard quickly, and hacked the internal systems of several airlines that stopped at the Sioux Falls Regional Airport. After comparing the consumption records of Dean's fake credit cards, he finally found them two hours later. Dean's pseudonym.

"God." Sam stared wide-eyed, looking at the flight information displayed on the screen in disbelief, "Sioux Falls, South Dakota, USA to... Vic, Scotland? Cross-border flights?!"

A flight of one or two hours is enough to kill Dean half of his life, and there is a fifteen-hour flight from the United States to Scotland.

So, here comes the question, given Dean's rejection of airplanes, how important is it that makes him fly all the way abroad?

Sam slowly leaned back on the sofa, his brown eyes quietly looked at the ceiling, and the eyes gradually became ruthless.

He has traveled through so many worlds, and finally accumulated enough time reversal points, which are not used to live the life of an ordinary lawyer.

If he wants to live a normal life, he can stay in that world for ten or twenty years without rushing away in any world.

Why should he worry so much?Isn't it because Dean didn't take the initiative to invite him to return to the witch hunting career this time, isn't it because Dean rejected his colleagues.

"He needs me," Sam murmured. "Dean said he couldn't do it alone. He needed me."

With so many ghosts to deal with, Dean needs someone to watch his back.Yes, no, Dean needs him.

Eleven hours later, the signal on Dean's cell phone was recaptured, in Scotland.

Dean stayed in Vic, Scotland for one night. After Sam's precise positioning, he stayed in a local cemetery for almost an hour.

Demon hunters will appear in the cemetery. Apart from mourning their relatives and friends, they can only dig up and burn the corpses.

Of course, this is just Sam's guess at the moment.If Dean really went for someone's remains, it can only be said that this incident is not trivial, and Dean would rather suffer fifteen hours to obtain those remains.

Sam couldn't sleep, staring at the computer screen almost all night.

When Dean's cell phone signal disappeared and reappeared, it was already the morning of the third day, and Dean's cell phone signal appeared in Sioux Falls.

Apparently, Dean's long flight was over and he was back at Impala's side.

Sam watched the movement of the signal for a moment, then closed the laptop.

After sitting quietly for a while, Sam suddenly thought of something.He stood up abruptly, took two quick steps in the room, with an expression of chagrin and joy, and murmured: "Yes, why didn't I think of it before. God, Sam, is your head a paste? Obviously there is such a good reason!"

"However, I need an opportunity. Yes, an opportunity."

Sam looked out the window, making up his mind.

***

That night.

Under the bright moonlight, clusters of yarrow grow wantonly on the side of the road, and the two straight intersecting roads form a perfect cross in front.

Dean parked the impala aside, holding an iron box in one hand and a shovel in the other, and walked to the very center of the intersection.He opened the iron box, and saw a yellowed bone, a bottle filled with black soil, and a photo of Dean in the iron box.

This is a summoning ceremony originated from southern voodoo. With a black cat bone, cemetery soil and a photo of the summoner, buried in the center of the intersection, the demon will appear for you.

Oh, by the way, there are also clusters of yellow flowers growing on the side of the road.Yarrow can amplify the summoner's voice in this summoning ceremony, allowing the demons in hell to hear the summoner's voice, thereby increasing the success rate of the summoning.

Legend has it that the famous American guitarist Robert Johnson summoned the devil in this way, and traded his unparalleled musical talent to the devil, allowing him to shine in music.But it was precisely because of the deal with the devil that he ushered in his death at the age of 27.

Dean closed the iron box and started digging with the shovel.

When he felt that the depth was about the same, he put the iron box containing his photo in the pit and buried it.

After finishing all this, Dean turned around, only to see a beautiful woman in a long black dress appeared not far behind him at some point.

Seeing Dean turn around, the woman in the black skirt showed an elegant smile and said, "Good evening, handsome guy, what can I do for you?"

This is not the first time Dean has summoned a demon. To be honest, he was a little flustered when he summoned the crossroads demon for the first time in his previous life.But after more times, Dean calmed down and didn't think it was a big deal.

So, Dean showed an unusually beautiful smile to the woman in the black dress, his hazel green eyes could almost be said to be shining, and said: "Many, beauty."

Instead, Dean's attitude stunned the woman in the black dress. She knew who Dean Winchester was, and vaguely knew Hell's concern for the Winchester family.Although she didn't think that a mere demon hunter could cause any harm to these immortal beings, the attitude of the demons above could always affect their work attitude.

When she realized that Dean had summoned the demon at the crossroads, the demon in charge of this area almost readily responded to the call, and hastily occupied this area. In front of Chester.

She thought that Dean would force himself to be calm but was secretly afraid—this was the emotion that almost every human being who summoned a demon would have, even a demon hunter was no exception.

But now?

Dean's attitude and fearless eyes rarely made the crossroads demon choke, but she quickly picked up her mood, walked towards Dean with graceful steps, and said slowly: "It seems that you have realized that I Who is it?"

Saying that, the eyes of the woman in the black dress suddenly turned dark red.

However, even though the woman in the black skirt showed the dark red pupils unique to the devil at the crossroads, Dean's expression remained unchanged. The devil couldn't sense his emotional changes at all—no fear, no anxiety, or even excitement.

At that moment, Rao even the devil was a little dazed.

"Of course I know who you are, Darling." Dean said in a frivolous tone, "I summoned you, didn't I."

Red-eyed devil: "..."

Always feel something is wrong.

"Then... that's the same sentence." The beauty in the black dress returned to the original eye color of the human skin, and looked at Dean with this delicate beauty's face, "What can I do for you?"

"A lot." Dean smiled. "For example, call your boss out to discuss a business with me?"

"What do you mean?" The woman in the black skirt narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone was not angry but filled with a certain sense of oppression, "The crossroad demon who came here at your summon is me, not anyone else."

"No offense intended." Dean blinked and said, "It's just that the deal I want to negotiate is not something a little devil like you can handle."

"Dean Winchester." The woman in the black dress couldn't help feeling angry when Dean looked down on her so much, her eyes turned dark red, everything around the intersection began to rustle, and Dean's hair was also blown away. The force blows and flies backwards.

"How dare you despise a demon!"

"Hey hey." Dean raised his hand to hold down his flying hair. Fortunately, his hair was short so that it didn't get too messy in the strong wind. Need your boss, is his name Crowley?"

The raging wind around suddenly stagnated, and the devil with dark red eyes stared straight at Dean. He knew Crowley? !

Crowley is the king of demons at the crossroads. Although in the eyes of other demons from hell, Crowley is just a lucky goblin who sat on the position of king of demons at the crossroads by fawning over Lilith. As far as the red-eyed devil working under Crowley is concerned, being able to become Lilith's favorite red-eyed devil is not a feat.

After Crowley took over the business of buying and selling souls, it really grew stronger day by day, and even their group of red-eyed demons also benefited, and got the protection of the great demons.

The woman in the black dress weighed the pros and cons in her heart. She snorted, turned around, and disappeared directly in front of Dean.

Seeing this, Dean didn't forget to shout.

"Please hurry up, I don't want to wait too long in the wilderness alone."

The woman in the black skirt: "Shut up!"