[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

It will be all right.

As much as Dean hated the demon blood in Sam, at some point, it was that demon blood that protected Sam.

Sam, who has awakened a special talent, will be fine.

He should get out of here now and contact Sam.

Yes, Sam must have escaped by now.

Just when Dean was about to leave the room, there was a rustle of snowflakes on the screen in the room, and then a figure suddenly appeared again.

Dean paused and his green eyes widened.

The figure on the screen is exactly Sam, but the Sam on the screen is completely different from the Sam that Dean drove to college several times.

His family, Sammygirl, was a handsome young man, there was no doubt about it, the Winchesters were such handsome men.But unlike the strong or wronged Sam that Dean had seen since his rebirth, the Sam on the screen had a cold face and dark brown eyes looking straight at the screen.

Or rather, what Sam was looking at was the surveillance camera over there.

That look, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Familiar, Dean had seen similar eyes in his previous life, when Lucifer took Sam's skin.

That look is not contempt, not cold, but the indifference of looking at the ants at the feet.It's not that he intends to be superior, but that he has nothing to care about.

Strange, because the Sam in Dean's cognition would never have such eyes.

Dean stared blankly at the screen, watching Sam on the screen make a mouth shape to the camera, and the next moment, golden-red flames swept out, flooding the entire screen in an instant.

Where the flame came from was not clearly shown on the screen, but Dean just subconsciously felt that the flame came from Sam.

That's Sam's power.

At this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in Dean's mind——

Can the blood of the devil really create such a natural power?

Dean didn't dare to think deeply, he took a deep breath, and quietly left the Minos Group headquarters.

In order to redeem his soul from Crowley, Gil Minos naturally would not let other people come to the top floor to do bad things.Now that something went wrong, Dean was able to disguise himself and get out of here smoothly.

Dean rushed to the underground parking lot and drove the impala directly to a nearby abandoned factory.He threw the pup on the back seat, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number he knew by heart.

As soon as he dialed, the other side answered the phone.

"Dean."

On the other end of the phone, Sam's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he still remembered the bad breakup before.

"You..." Dean's throat seemed to be blocked by something, he pinched his fingers vigorously, and said slowly: "Sam, have you felt any... uncomfortable recently? It's just a headache and nightmares some type of."

"If I understand correctly, Dean, are you concerned about me?" Sam, who had just finished a big battle, successfully rescued the other six people and even burned down the entire building arrogantly, hooked the corners of his lips, completely unconscious Until I just lost my first vest.

He now only has a sense of elation and elation.

Now you know you care about him?

That was the one who refused to bring him to hunt demons together!If he was around, Dean could look at him as he wanted, and care as much as he wanted!

Normally, Sam doesn't hold grudges.But Dean rejected him so many times, people have temper.

"Hmm, you can understand it that way." Dean leaned against the car window, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the position under the rear window, where two initials were engraved - DW and SW

It's the kind of nonsense that only kids can do, and even though Dean loves cars so much, seeing the childish marks he and Sam left behind, he never feels like it's a sabotage for the impala.

This is their childhood.

With Dean's acknowledgment, Sam's attitude on the other end of the phone softened significantly, and he said softly, "I'm fine, Dean."

yes he is fine.Even if the erosion of that unknown bloodline has deepened, and it is now 15%, he is still very good.

He can control it.

"...Sami." After a moment of silence, Dean said slowly: "There is something, I hope you will not get too excited after you know."

"What?" Sam frowned slightly.

"Dad, he... well... besides us, he actually has a son."

Sam froze, realizing at once who Dean was talking about—Adam Milligan, John Winchester's carefully hidden bastard son who would die in over a year from an attack by ghouls.It was later resurrected by an angel and became the container of the Archangel Michael.

When you think about it, Adam Milligan is really a Winchester-style unlucky guy.

Many thoughts flashed through Sam's mind, but he didn't forget his character at this time.He listened to the not so peaceful breathing on the other end of the phone, deliberately kept silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Do you want me to comfort you?"

If you ask yourself, Sam didn't care whether John Winchester had several illegitimate children named Adam, Cain, or Abel.Unlike the original Dean, he almost exploded when he learned of the existence of Adam Milligan.But it's also Dean, even though he envies and hates the father-son time that Adam Milligan enjoys, he still wants Adam Milligan to stay away from the world of the witcher and be an ordinary person who can have a stable life.

He didn't expect much from his father.So, whether the father remarried or had an illegitimate child, does it have anything to do with him?

Of course, Sam would not be so stupid as to show this emotion in front of Dean.

"Bitch." Dean's mouth twitched slightly.

"Jerk." Sam replied without hesitation.

Dean let out a long breath and said, "I just want to tell you this, Adam Milligan. I don't know if there will be a day when we change our surname to Winchester. In short, we have a younger brother."

The depression in my heart was instantly ignited.Even Sam himself didn't realize that there was so much dissatisfaction in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, when Dean said the word "brother", a dark green flashed in Sam's eyes, and the indifferent and repulsive words were passed to Dean's ears: "Blood relationship is considered a Is it brother?"

Dean froze.

Before Dean could react, Sam on the other end of the phone said aggressively: "Just because of the blood relationship, do you think he is your brother? After that, John Winchester will give birth to ten and eight children." son, are they all your brothers?"

Dean: "Uh... yeah."

John Winchester was their father, and his son was not their brother?A half-brother is also a real brother, what's the problem?

Sam sneered three times and hung up the phone with a snap.

Dean: "???"

Dean looked at the phone with a frown and murmured, "Did I say something I shouldn't have said?"

He recalled the content of the phone call just now word by word. Didn't he just talk about the existence of Adam?Well, Adam Milligan's topic was actually just an excuse pulled out by Dean. He just wanted to find out about Sam's situation over the phone.

It seems that the demon's blood has a greater influence on Sam than Dean imagined.

Blaming the appearance of the strange Sam in the video on the blood of the devil, Dean pursed his lips, opened the door and got out of the car.The dog bastard wanted to follow, but Dean closed the car door tightly and locked the dog in the car.

He stood still in the middle of the abandoned factory building, threw off his coat, revealing those black blood-soaked clothes.

Dean closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly recited the incantation that was imprinted in his mind very clearly.

Sam killed the Hellhound in his previous life and performed the Three Trials. However, when the little prophet passed the translated spells to them, Dean, who obviously hated memorizing spells the most, said every word. The words remembered that spell in my heart.

This should have been his task.

Dean in the previous life looked at Sam who was getting haggard due to the trial, and told himself that he regretted it.

This is indeed his task.

Dean in this life looked solemn, and even without the note handed to him by the little prophet, he still recited the spell smoothly.

When the last word came out of Dean's mouth, he slowly opened his eyes, waiting for the changes after the trial started.Whether it is weakness or pain, he can bear it.

But, nothing.

Dean raised his hands in doubt. Did he recite the spell wrongly?

As soon as this idea came up, a severe pain that seemed to tear the soul spread out from the depths of the body.Dean snorted, couldn't help but bent down, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at his hands.

The golden light penetrated his skin and was swimming through the blood vessels, lighting up his body inch by inch, pulling his painful nerves.His eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

"Crack, click."

There seemed to be the sound of chains rubbing in Dean's ears.

After an unknown amount of time, Dean regained consciousness covered in sweat, and found himself sitting on the ground with his hands trembling slightly.

"It worked..." Dean muttered to himself with pale lips.

The first trial was successful.

At the same time, in a certain bright world, in a magnificent palace, the blond man who was sitting in front of the desk reviewing official documents suddenly felt something.He raised his head abruptly, and the chains entwined with golden runes were already close in front of him.

Dazzling white light instantly filled the entire room, pure white wings spread out from behind the man, and the power of the holy light spread out, blocking those chains almost instantly.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew subconsciously that he couldn't be caught by these chains.

However, the barrier formed by the holy light only resisted for a moment, and the next moment, the golden chain penetrated the barrier and wrapped around the man's hands.

"how is this possible?!"

What is the origin of this chain, with his strength, he can't resist it even for a moment?

The man looked at the chain on his wrist in surprise, and when he saw the lines on the chain clearly, the man's blue eyes narrowed sharply, and he blurted out: "This is God—"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly appeared above the chains, instantly filling the entire room.After the light dissipated, the chains and the man disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, followed by an extremely respectful voice: "Your Highness Michael, Zacharias is asking to see you."

Empty room with no response.

On a certain street corner in Los Angeles, a blond man in a white robe stood under a tree, looking blankly at everything in front of him.

"This is... the human world?"