[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Dean spread his hands at Sam and Michael, and said, "Devil purification is not something that can be done in an hour or two. Keep your mouth shut first and let him speak in the past three or four hours."

Dean remembers that it took about eight hours for Sam to purify Crowley, who wasn't very strong, but he was already the Lord of Hell.The demon Brady in front of him is just a pawn, maybe he can be purified by Crowley for a shorter time.

Dean thought uncertainly.

After thinking for a while, Dean put the audio tape of the bishop of the Holy See reciting the "Bible" bought at a high price into the tape recorder, and put the tape recorder in the public state in front of the devil Brady.Taking both measures, Dean hopes that the demon's body and mind can be purified.

Amen.

After finishing these, Dean clapped his hands, and the next step is to wait.

As the only person who doesn't need blood, Sam shoulders the heavy responsibility of buying food for everyone.After staying in the chapel for four hours and listening to the devil's curse full of vicious resentment, Sam drove to the nearest town and bought hamburgers and pies according to Dean's strong request.

On the way back, a black crow squawked and slammed into the impala's windshield.

Sam slammed on the brakes. Under the action of inertia, Sam's body leaned forward, and then was strangled back to the original position by the seat belt.

In the shock, Sam's head buzzed, and a messy picture appeared in front of his eyes——

"It doesn't matter, we can find another hellhound and I will kill it!" Dean tried his best to be calm and indifferent, "Find another one, I will investigate the news now."

"No." Sam heard his own voice in the small room.

Dean's expression was as if he had been punched. He wanted to get angry, but tried his best to suppress it.Sam clearly saw that his hand holding the note was trembling slightly, his hazel green eyes were full of unwillingness, and there was also a little fear that he was trying to hide.

"I failed the test."

Sam suddenly understood why Dean felt the fear, because he heard his own voice say calmly, "But I passed."

- I passed the test.

"The rest is up to me."

"...I will close the gates of hell."

"Sir, sir." Just as Sam was in a trance, a voice sounded from outside the car.Sam turned his head to see a middle-aged man in a leather jacket.Xu Shi saw Sam's car suddenly parked in the middle of the road, and thought something happened to him, so he came to ask if he needed help.

Sam collected himself and slowly rolled down the window.He looked at the man outside the car and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

"No, sir." The middle-aged man looked at Sam seriously, and the man's eyes were instantly filled with thick black, which was the color of a demon.There was malice in his voice: "You're no good, Sam Winchester, you—"

The devil's words stopped abruptly.

A short black blade was half-sinked into the demon's throat, and the tip of the blade pierced through the neck bone, directly cutting off his voice and his life.

The demon's body stiffened and fell to the ground, revealing the people gathered in the wild forest behind him.

Or rather, demons.

The short blade that pierced through the throat suddenly disappeared and reappeared in Sam's hand.

Sam pushed open the car door, calmly watching the demons gradually gathering in a fan shape.In Sam's eyes, black power visible to the naked eye condensed in the sky above this area, and the gusts of wind brought the unique breath of blood and fire from hell.

Sam opened his dark brown eyes, deep in the bottom of the eyes, the same hazel green as Dean's was gradually smudged, filling Sam's pupils in a blink of an eye.

[? ? ?Bloodline erosion, 65%]

The unknown bloodline contaminated from the previous world has never stopped eroding his soul. Sam tried many methods, but he was still unable to purify that bloodline.Every day, that bloodline was eroding his soul, it never stopped, and sometimes it jumped a lot forward.

Sam calmed down and studied it for two times, and was shocked to find that the blood erosion would never stop, and various purification methods could not slow down the erosion speed, and the loss of emotional control, especially such intense emotions as anger and sadness, could accelerate the blood's impact on his soul. erosion.

As far as what happened to Dean, Sam couldn't clear his emotions at all, he could only watch those emotions boil and become the fuel for that blood to erode his soul.

Sam was uneasy, but as time passed, after Sam clearly felt the blood rushing in his body and turned into his power, Sam suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong.

This is power.

Sam looked coldly at the demons with dark eyes, closed his fingers, and slightly lowered the tip of the short blade in his hand.

This is his confidence to be able to slaughter demons and monsters.

So, there's nothing wrong with that.

On the dead branches on both sides of the road, a large number of crows parked on it suddenly let out a rough squawk, they spread their wings suddenly, and flew away from here in a panic.

At the same moment, a demon let out a bestial growl and rushed at Sam.

Sam went forward without hesitation.

Pull the battlefield into the woods.

Until now, Sam was still calmly calculating in his mind.

Can't let this bunch of trash hurt impala, that's Dean's sweetheart.

... Tsk.

In the small seaside church more than ten miles away from the woods, Michael, who was guarding Dean, raised his head slightly, his cold blue eyes calmly looked out of the window, and he whispered, "Here we are."

In the devil's trap, Dean raised his hand and looked at his watch, his bloodless lips were tightly pressed together.There are still 10 minutes before the next injection, and the demon cannot be allowed to ruin his trial ceremony this time.

Because Dean has no way to restart a trial.

Dean had just given the demon Brady his fourth needle when Sam left.At the beginning, it was the same as the previous three injections, and Dean didn't feel anything abnormal.His physical weakness is the sequelae of the previous two trials, and the current blood loss of 200ml is not worth mentioning at all.But when the minute hand of the clock passed half of the dial, Dean suddenly felt the boiling and burning of the blood in his body.

Dean was stunned for a while before realizing that this was because the pure blood had finally overwhelmed the dirty blood of the devil and began to exert its effectiveness.It was obviously the blood from the body, but when purifying the demon, he felt the pain of being purified with empathy.

In addition to being uncomfortable, Dean can also feel that something is gathering in the body of the demon Brady following the connection of blood, maybe it is life force?

Dean couldn't help but be thankful that Sam went out to buy food and didn't see him in a mess at this time.But feeling the pain in his body, Dean couldn't help thinking that when Sam was in pain in the previous life, Dean couldn't even be by his side.

Dean's mind froze for a moment.

Then, there is Michael's warning.

Here comes the devil.

There are still 10 minutes until the next stitch.

Dean had a hunch that after the next tube of blood was injected into the demon Brady's body, it would be the moment when the demon would be purified.

The third trial is about to succeed.

Michael glanced at Dean, and pulled out a three-foot-long dagger from the bag on the side table.Enochian spells were drawn on the body of the sword with red paint. This was made by Michael himself some time ago. Although the craftsmanship of the dagger was very ordinary, Michael believed in the runes and spells drawn by himself.

"Stay here." Michael ordered, and he walked towards the door holding the dagger.

"Mike." Dean said subconsciously.

"Stay here, Dean Winchester." Michael raised his chin slightly, his blue eyes sharp, "It's not for you."

Michael raised his hand and pushed open the door of the church.

"The devil should have completely disappeared from this world."

The door of the church slammed shut.

Dean firmly grasped the watch on his wrist and murmured, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Outside the church, demons headed by Crowley gathered here.Oh, besides demons, there is another existence that Michael has been tracking for many years but to no avail.

"Wow." Crowley looked at Michael who walked out of the church. Given his age of turning into a demon, he naturally didn't recognize this archangel, but this did not prevent him from saying in a joking tone: "Winch Sturt's lackey?"

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Boy." Crowley's smile was faintly murderous, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, a young man, let Dean Winchester come out."

Michael, who was regarded as a young man, stared coldly, and really didn't know where the confidence of the red-eyed devil in front of him came from.

Just because Crowley didn't know Michael didn't mean the people he captured didn't know each other.

The little man with his hands in shackles looked at Michael standing in front of the church in disbelief. His glory was imprisoned by the devil with witchcraft and demonic means, and he couldn't use any strength.It stands to reason that angels will live in human skins when they come to the world. No matter what the real body of angels looks like, the only form they can show in the world is the appearance of humans.

but!The Michael in front of him was clearly his original appearance, handsome as a shining sun, even if he didn't deliberately show his arrogance, standing here, they were superior to other angels.

This group of archangels has always been like this.

Such a posture made him envious, but when he hid in the human world in order to avoid the search of those archangels, those emotions of envy and longing turned into jealousy.

"Michael..." Metatron, who was a Nintendo clerk, murmured.

"Michael?" Crowley raised an eyebrow and looked at Metatron, "You know this guy?"

Metatron shuddered, and he glared at Crowley suddenly, reversing his low-key and obedient appearance after being caught by the demon, his eyes were burning, and he roared with alarming momentum: "Idiot!"

Crowley: "???"

"He is Michael, Archangel Michael!!!"

growled Metatron, the terror in his eyes unbearable.

An angel caught by a devil is a disgrace to heaven.

The previous Metatron could take it easy and give everything he knew in exchange for his own survival—how much pride can an angel who hides in the world to avoid being hunted by other angels have!At certain moments, he doesn't mind being a little more current.

But now standing in front of him, looking at him as a prisoner from above is Michael, the Archangel Michael. Whether it is the longing and respect deep in his heart or the fear and anxiety that floats in his heart, it makes Mehtatt Long couldn't keep calm.