[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

"how can that be."

Watching the time go by, Dean arrived 10 minutes late, half an hour, an hour late, and now it is daylight. Sam, who has been staring at the system all night without sleep, is staring at the system. Computer, no doubt, it is October 2005st, 10, oh no, November 31st.

So, what about Dean?

Where did Dean, who was supposed to come to find him to hunt demons with him, go!

"Even if it's the butterfly effect." Sam frowned and muttered to himself: "I haven't done anything now, well, it seems that I haven't done anything on the surface, so why did my fate start to change now? "

As long as he doesn't say it, it's impossible for anyone to find out that he is not so compatible with the world.This is what he has become more certain of after being led through countless worlds by the system. The functions of this system are really not perfect, such as the empty system store, but as long as it has the functions, it is definitely the top.

The archangel of this world may be very powerful, he can travel through time and space, he can control the fate of human beings, and he can see the unusual things in human beings at a glance, but this kind of power will definitely not work on him.

As long as the system is not completely shut down and it still functions, his soul is protected by the system.

Sam couldn't help but pull out his phone.

In the address book, the contacts code-named D are mixed in the middle of the list, and there doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

Sam stared intently at the phone. When everything started to conflict with what he knew, Sam had to suspect that Dean didn't come to him like he did in the previous life because something happened on the way.

Maybe it was an injury?

So, this call, should he make it or not?

He had a cold war with his father, and even Dean was pulled into the "blacklist", and he hadn't contacted him once in four years.Now, he suddenly made a phone call, wouldn't it be too abrupt?

God, he was already very close to the country. He hadn't seen Dean in so many years. After packing up his things last night, he stayed in the guest room and kept mentally building himself, imagining hundreds of reunions. At that time, Dean didn't come.

Dean didn't come...

"Damn." Sam covered his face with one hand, moaning in his heart, he couldn't press the call button anyway.

He didn't know what to say to Dean, after all Sam had spent the first 100 years thinking about getting Dean out of nowhere and beating him up.

Of course, in the following hundreds of years, the anger in Sam's heart gradually dissipated, leaving only miss.

In order not to let the memory of the mission world gradually overwrite his original precious memories, every time he leaves the mission world, he will overwrite his memory with the help of the system.In some mission worlds, it's not that he hasn't met people he misses, but he still chose to leave before he got stuck, and overwrite the past memories on those new ones.

Every memory overlay is a relive of past memories mixed with pain and joy. He must be clear about his belonging and cannot be shaken even for a moment.

Today, he has never seen such a big storm, but when he thinks of calling Dean... It's not that he is timid, but he needs a reasonable excuse.

Sam stared at the phone with a bitter expression on his face, racking his brains for an excuse.

Did he miss him?

Impossible, although he really missed Dean very much, but once such a reason came out, he seemed to be able to see Dean's face full of complacency and inexplicable embarrassment.

Said he encountered supernatural events?

That's even more impossible. As a demon hunter, he still retains the most basic pride.He didn't want to be a kid who cried and looked for his brother immediately after being frightened by some evil spirit, that would be too embarrassing.For at least five years in the future, Dean will definitely use this incident as a topic of conversation from time to time, talking about his embarrassment with Bobby and Allen.

He promised that Dean would definitely be able to do such a thing.

elder brother?

Well, he definitely loved his brother, his closest family, but there was no doubt that Dean was such a childish bastard sometimes.

He absolutely can't send his handle to Dean.

and so……

He waited another day.

Sam pursed his lips tightly, looking solemn.

Dean's used pseudonyms and current mobile phone numbers are all kept in his mind.If Dean hadn't come looking for him, he'd hack into the FBI and use the system there to locate Dean's cell phone signal.

This is the benefit of the information age. As long as he is still using a mobile phone and has a number, he can always find the target.

Dean's matter can be left for a day, and now the devil Brady should be resolved.

Whether it was a premeditated murder or a car accident, that was the question.

With murderous thoughts in mind, Sam flipped through the phone's address book to Brady Wright's number, pressed his finger, and dialed the number neatly.

The bell rang twice before it was picked up, and Brady Wright's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Sam?"

"Brady, it's me." Sam's eyes were slightly cold, but the words he said were full of frustration. At this moment, Sam could be said to be a showman, "I want to ask if you are free today? I think Go to the bar with someone and sit down for a while."

"Bar? This is not in line with your usual habits, Sam. What happened?" Brady Wright's voice was full of concern, and it sounded like he really cared about him.

"I broke up with Jessica Moore."

"Break up? Are you kidding, Sam? You, and Jesse? Break up?" Brady Wright's tone was startled, full of disbelief, "You two are sweet lovers, why did you break up?"

"It's hard to talk about feelings." Sam's eyes flickered slightly, and he came up with a reason to make the devil subconsciously taboo against Jessica, saying: "It's just that when I wake up, I suddenly feel that the other party is very strange, and the relationship is like overnight. Exhausted. Brady, I don't know what happened, Jessica and I couldn't live with each other, so we broke up."

Brady Wright: "Overnight? That doesn't sound right, Sam, do you want me to talk to Jessica? I can help you talk nice girls."

"No, I don't love Jessica anyway." Sam said lightly, "I just want to find a place to release the pressure now. God, I can't believe it when I think of Jessica now. The girl has been dating for over two years! Well, she is beautiful and soft, but she is not my type. I think I smashed my head before."

"...OK, Sam, I understand." Brady Wright's voice was slightly weird. Jessica Moore was introduced to Sam after careful selection. But now... He very much doubted that there was something wrong with Sam's mind.

Despite having such doubts, Brady Wright still dutifully maintained the persona of a close friend, firmly stood on Sam's side, and said: "I'm on your side, buddy. It's just, you know Yes, Dire Brotherhood, we have an event at night, and I'm in charge of the planning, so it's a bit inseparable."

Sam immediately understood what Brady Wright was referring to, and said, "Ha, isn't Halloween enough?"

Brady Wright laughed, and said in a meaningful tone: "The carnival never ends. Sam, don't be so rigid." There was a bit of seriousness and calm coaxing in the devil's voice, "Seriously, Sam, you should be adding some color to your college life. I would very, very much recommend you for membership, man, all of Stanford, and I just vouch for you."

Sam on the phone sneered. Of course, this demon was coming for him.

If the demon Brady was standing in front of him right now, Sam would definitely stab him.But facing the mobile phone, Sam's voice showed a hint of rejection and hesitation at the right time, and said, "Brady, you know, I'm not very interested in certain activities."

"I know I know, man, I get you," Brady Wright exclaimed. "So, if you're going, I'm going to change up the event a little bit. Tonight's going to be a surprise, Sam, and I ensure."

Sam: "..." He really didn't dare to accept the surprise given by the devil.

Brady Wright continued his efforts: "Man, don't you want to find a place to vent your emotions? I promise, tonight's event will definitely make you think about it."

Speaking of which, Brady Wright's eyes suddenly filled with black, which was the color of a devil.He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, eager to try was written all over his face.

After hearing Sam on the other end of the phone agree in a slow and hesitant tone, and made an appointment with the time and place, Brady Wright grinned and showed a big smile.But the voice transmitted over the phone was still hearty.

"That's it, Sam, I'll have someone pick you up at your house in the evening. Oh, hard girl, I see, pick you up at the hotel. See you later, man."

After pressing Sam's call, Brady Wright cleared his throat, pressed the call button again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Dean, for making you wait so long."

In the Impala parked somewhere on the streets of Palo Alto, Dean put down the knife in his hand, and said to the open cell phone: "It's not your problem, but my request is a bit presumptuous."

"No, no, Dean, I really understand your concern for your family. To be honest, I have known Sam for four years, and I have never heard him mention his family. I thought... oh, sorry, it should be me and Sam wasn't that close, so he didn't mention to me that he had a brother."

Dean rolled his eyes. Of course he knew how determined Sam was to break away from the world of hunting demons. It was normal to avoid mentioning his father and brother who were "not doing business" in front of his classmates, but listening to this animal in human skin The devil pretended to provoke, but he was still very angry.

Sammygirl, he begrudgingly forgives, but the demon, he'll treat her well.