[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

That bastard Sam can really bear it.

Dean closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, but this thought couldn't stop popping up in his mind.

In the previous life, Sam was the one who killed the Hellhound first and started the three trials. Dean could see that his condition was not good, but Sam was too patient. He bit the good and the bad in his heart. Even if he was ruthless, he only said "it's okay" lightly.

Now, Dean really understands how much water is in that sentence "it's okay".

The exhaustion that emanates from the depths of the soul is secondary, and the continuous pain pokes the body one after another. It is not the kind of heart-piercing pain, but the endless pain like a long stream of water is more likely to disintegrate a person willpower.

It would be better to give him a knife.

[Dean Winchester. 】

In a daze, Dean suddenly heard a strange voice ringing in his ear, revealing a strong sense of disgust, said: [You can really make trouble. 】

The next moment, strength surged from his exhausted body, Dean opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up all of a sudden.

"Huh...huh..." Dean took a quick breath, his hazel green eyes covered with mist glanced around, and was surprised to find that he was no longer in the impala.

Dean touched the clean clothes on his body, and the clothes stained with stinky black blood had been changed, and he definitely didn't change them himself.The cramped carriage was turned into a hotel suite, and he certainly didn't come here to open the room.

"This is……"

Before Dean could figure out what was going on, there was a "ding" sound, and the sound of the oven finishing work rang in the room.Dean looked over subconsciously, but saw a person who was so familiar that he deliberately avoided it leaning against the door, his jaw slightly raised, and dark brown eyes looking at him quietly.

"Sam?!"

Dean looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and blurted out, "Why are you here?!"

Sam snorted lightly, ignored Dean's words, turned around and entered the kitchen, after the jingling sound, he came over with freshly baked toast and orange juice, put it beside Dean's bed, and said: "Let's eat."

Dean didn't move, but looked at Sam with some doubts.

The blood-stained clothes of the Hellhound, and Sam who suddenly returned to his side, is this reality or an illusion?

Dean, who was almost psychologically shadowed by some angels and lamp spirits who love to make illusions, thought cautiously and on guard.

If it's an illusion, Sam's presence makes sense.No matter how many reasons Dean came up with, how many times he rejected Sam, and kept telling Sam to pursue his ordinary life, deep down in his heart he always longed for Sam's company.

Longing shines into the illusion, which is the normal operation of the illusion.

If it is a reality, the problem is very big.

Like, why is Sam here, and how did he find him.

Like, how much Sam knows, what he's going to do, and how Dean should deal with him.

While thinking wildly, Dean heard Sam speak.

Sam's voice was eerily calm, with a hint of horror that made his hairs stand on end, and he said lightly, "Are you waiting for me to cut off the edge of the bread?"

Dean shivered, he turned his head suddenly, his green eyes looked at Sam in disbelief.

Before Dean could answer, Sam lowered his eyes to look at the toast on the plate, and the knife in his hand cut off the four edges of the slice of bread that were not very tasty.

Dean was dumbfounded.

Dean didn't like sides, but that was before he was four years old.At that time, his mother, Mary Winchester, was still alive, and cutting off the edge of the bread was a sign of her doting on him in Dean's eyes.After Mary's death, no one paid attention to the small issue of whether he liked the side of bread or not. Under the premise that his father was often overdue and did not have enough money to take care of his younger brother, it was good enough to have enough to eat.

Now, Sam is actually asking if he wants to cut off the sides of the bread...

This is indeed an illusion, and an extremely terrifying illusion!

Dean calmed down and looked at Sam without so much entanglement.He tugged on his collar and got out of bed directly.

The body is still a little weak, and the slight pain can be tolerated.

He glanced at Sam who didn't respond, and was still slowly cutting the bread. He deeply felt that this scene was creepy, and he couldn't understand why he would imagine Sam doing such a thing.However, he was indeed a little hungry.

Thinking in this way, Dean leaned over, reached out and took the toast that Sam had cut off the side of the bread into his hand, and ate it clean in three or two bites, not letting go of the glass of warm orange juice.

Although I filled my stomach in the illusion, I will still be hungry when I return to reality, but it’s okay to eat two bites, especially this slice of bread is the edge of the bread that Sam personally cut off for him. It's just a waste of money.

Looking at Sam again, when Dean was gulping down the orange juice, he was still holding the table knife in his hand, motionless, his eyelashes drooping slightly, staring at the plate in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sam's performance made Dean more convinced of the illusion of everything in front of him.

It can't be that Sam is stupid.

With confidence in mind, Dean put down the empty glass in his hand.He looked at the clothes he was wearing at the moment in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The slacks and white shirt gave off a campus atmosphere, which didn't match Dean's usual fierce style at all.It's just that he has a good appearance. At first glance, he really has the demeanor of a campus prince.

Dean shivered at the thought.

Although the clothes on his body were not his own, the piles of things on the coffee table in the living room of the suite were familiar to Dean.Dean pulled out a dagger. Whether it was an illusion can be identified with magic circles and spells, but to break the illusion, one must find the key point of the entire illusion.

Dean could have said the spell here, but he glanced at Sam who was sitting there motionless. Although it was a fake Sam, this Sam had half the character of Sammygirl in his memory, and he did those things in front of him. When things come, they are going to be badly talked about.

For the sake of his ears, Dean was going to go downstairs and go back to the impala to continue.

Whether it is reality or fantasy, he cannot do without his beloved black beauty.

Just when Dean packed his things and was about to leave, a cold voice sounded faintly: "Where are you going?"

Dean glanced back at Sam who was standing in the living room at some time, and saw that his eyes were heavy, and his whole body seemed to have a dangerous aura. Dean complained in his heart that this Sam was really surreal, but on the surface he was Not revealing anything.He shrugged and said, "Saving humans, hunting monsters, family business."

Saving people, hunting things, family business.

After a pause, Dean sighed silently, and said slowly: "Sam, you go to school well." The seriousness turned into laughter in a moment, "Don't worry about my affairs."

Dean said the last sentence in a completely joking tone, but he knew in his heart that this was actually what he wanted to tell Sam.

Whatever happened to him, Sam, never mind.

The bloodshot eyes were covered with brown eyes for an instant.

In Sam's mind, a mechanical voice sounded flatly: [Host Samuel Winchester, guided by the fire of anger, blood erosion rate 35%]

Sam acted as if he hadn't heard the mechanical sound. When Dean turned to hold the doorknob, he raised his hand without hesitation, and the sound of breaking wind sounded. With a "clang", the table knife that had just cut off the side of the bread turned into a streak of light and pierced directly into the door in front of Dean's eyes.

Dean: "!!!"

Immediately, a hot touch came from the palm, and the sudden temperature change made Dean tremble, and subconsciously let go of his hand.Then, Dean saw the picture of the doorknob that was held in his hand a second ago was distorted and deformed in the high temperature, and then turned into liquid and stuck to the door panel.

Dean's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his right hand. He loosened his hand just now, and the skin on the palm was not burned.

Dean was a little dazed. Did he subconsciously believe that the golden-red flames he had seen before were Sam's power?

At this moment, with one hand resting on the door, Dean raised his head in a daze, and then saw Sam's tight jaw and those sullen eyes that were almost full of wind and rain.

"Dean, my dear brother." The anger on Mingming's body can almost be called majestic, even Dean, who had been fighting with Sam since he was a child, was suffocated for a moment, but Sam's tone was extremely soft, It has the polite temperament of a future barrister.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Also, can you explain to your stupid brother—"

Sam lowered his head slightly, his dark brown eyes looked straight at Dean, and said word by word: "How did the shackles that bind your soul and constantly absorb your vitality come from?"

Dean: "???"

"Shackles?" Dean's eyes were blank for a moment.

***

Sam felt that if he died young in this life, Dean would definitely be angry.

With his own efforts, he led six ordinary people to survive the live-action escape game created by the Minos Group, and even burned down the entire building. Sam was not afraid to show his sharp side in front of those behind the scenes, because he Don't care what those people think, not at all.

Sam doesn't need to care about the follow-up of the Minos Group, after all, the Dr. Spencer Reed he rescued is a senior special agent of the FBI.He was supposed to go with the others to the police station to give a statement, but Sam refused.

As a hunter who is always ready to be on the FBI's most wanted list, Sam doesn't mind using this incident to separate his life from ordinary people.

What Sam didn't expect was a call from Dean.

He originally thought that Dean was asking for peace on his own initiative, but unexpectedly, it turned out that Dean knew about the existence of Adam Milligan.

I carefully analyzed my mood. If it was the first life in the past, Sam didn't say anything, but he still felt a little repulsive towards Adam Milligan in his heart, but Dean's reaction was too intense. Instead, Sam's focus on this matter shifted to Dean's mood, thinking about how to appease Dean.

In this life, the existence of Adam Milligan was revealed far earlier than in the first life.

The butterfly effect, he understood, anyway, some of the cases he and Dean have experienced have undergone considerable changes, and it is not unusual for Dean to know about the existence of Adam Milligan in advance.