[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Seeing Michael appeared, Dean ran to Michael as if he saw a relative, and shouted: "Mike, is the gate of hell closed?"

Michael looked at Dean puzzledly: "Is the gate of hell closed?"

Dean stopped abruptly.His eyes widened slightly, and Michael's doubts made Dean feel ominous, which made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Mike, you..." Dean swallowed with some difficulty, "Don't you know that this trial I conducted was to close the gates of hell? In order to close the gates of hell, I chose to sacrifice myself, and the result You, you tell me..."

Dean couldn't go on, he was afraid he would collapse.

"Dean Winchester." Michael looked at Dean, and finally understood that Dean might have misunderstood something—to be honest, seeing Dean execute the test with ease, Michael thought He fully understands this trial with confidence.As a result, that question directly exposed the fact that Dean had made a mistake.

However, even if he made a mistake at the beginning, Dean still achieved that trial and was recognized by him.

"The end of this trial is not to close the gates of hell." Although Michael was a witness, his understanding of this trial at first was not as good as that of Dean who conducted the trial.But just now, with the release of his glory, Michael caught a glimpse of the truth.

Michael looked at the pale-faced humans, and said softly, "However, if closing the gates of hell is what you want, then, next, Heaven will do everything in its power to accomplish this goal for you."

Dean: "???"

Dean: "!!!"

Dean's pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Michael in disbelief: "What do you mean by that?"

"Dean Winchester." Michael looked at Dean helplessly, "Why don't you open your spiritual world and see what my God has left for you."

Open up, spiritual world?

The corners of Dean's mouth twitched slightly, why did he open it?Open your head?

Dean grumbled inappropriately.

Words for him, words for him—

Dean's body froze suddenly.

Michael bowed his head to Dean, with his wings folded behind him. This scene was just like when human beings were born.

However, compared to being forced by God's order back then, Michael was willing this time.

He is a witness.

"From today onwards, you will hold one-third of the power in heaven. Dean Winchester, as long as your wish does not violate the belief of light, heaven will fulfill it for you."

Michael straightened his body, closed his fingers, and the cross-shaped sword of truth appeared in his hand.

"As long as you think about it, the world will no longer be a place where demons can set foot."

***

"Dean!!!"

In the real world, Sam hugged Dean, whose whole body had turned into a light source, with pain and fear that almost overwhelmed his spirit.

Dean is dying, Dean is dying, Dean is dying again!

This kind of cognition made Sam couldn't help trembling. The complete collapse of his mental defense brought his resistance to the unknown bloodline to the bottom. Almost at the same time, the erosion rate of the unknown bloodline to Sam soared to 99%.

It didn't completely lose control because Sam could still barely perceive Dean's existence, and he seemed to be alive.

Alive.

still alive.

Just when Sam's expression was switching back and forth between pain and ferocity, the light in his arms trembled suddenly, and returned to the human body like a whale sucking in the sea in a blink of an eye.

Dean, who had lost his radiance, stood in front of Sam, and the weakness and exhaustion from the trial and blood loss before were swept away.

Outside the church, Michael, who restrained his glory at the same time, glanced at the demons restrained by a group of angels, and said lightly: "Kill it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The angels swung down the angel blade without hesitation, ending the life of this group of demons.As for Metatron, Michael directly asked the angel to put him in the angel prison and imprison him forever.

Metatron should be lucky, as long as it is not a fallen angel, heaven generally does not execute angels.As for whether losing freedom forever or dying is more painful, it is a matter of opinion.

The door of the church opened, and the sound of two humans arguing came out.

"Hey, Sam, I told you just now that nothing will happen, why don't you believe me." Dean, who only knew that he would not die after completing the trial, was confident, neither his expression nor his tone could be heard I feel a little guilty, but this kind of confidence is useless in Sam's opinion.

Sam firmly grasped Dean's wrist, word by word: "Lies."

Dean carried out this trial with the determination to sacrifice himself, and Sam, who has no relevant memory, was deceived by Dean's full-mouthed train.

"It turns out that I'm just fine." Dean poked his neck and patted his chest with his free hand, "I'm fine. Let's go, Sammy, brother, I'll show you something good." .”

As he spoke, Dean tugged Sam hard, trying to pull him away.

Sam stood still, just staring into Dean's eyes, and repeated, "Lie."

The grip on Dean's wrist tightened.

Dean's face collapsed with bitterness, and he was torn between continuing to quibble and confessing his mistakes.It's not that he's afraid of the pain in his wrist, but that Sam's mood is obviously not right.He suspected that if he continued to quibble, Sam would explode.But if he was honest about his plan, wouldn't Sam really strangle himself to death?

It was lucky that he didn't die in the trial. In fact, Dean still cherished his life, and didn't want to be killed by the furious Sammy at all.

Blinking his eyes, Dean suddenly opened his arms and hugged Sam tightly.

Sam didn't move.

"Sammy," Dean said slowly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"However, I swear, I will never leave you again."

"Really, I promise."

"……Humph."

The grip on Dean's wrist finally loosened.

When the two walked out of the church, the demon outside had been beheaded by Michael.Dean glanced at it, his heart sinking slightly - Crowley's physical body was not there.Sure enough, that red-eyed demon was the best at running away, and he would be the first to escape if something went wrong.

Michael turned to look at the two Winchesters, and said: "Heaven is about to declare war on hell, and the Holy See on Earth will cooperate with this action. Although I can't completely close the gates of hell, after cleaning up the demons in the world, I will send angels Standing on the border between the world and hell."

Michael is not a god, he can't close an interface, he can only try his best to prevent demons from setting foot in the world.

"It's already very good." Dean exhaled a long breath. Compared with the heaven where he was collaborating with hell to make the apocalypse in his previous life, Michael's current attitude makes Dean very satisfied.

It never occurred to Dean that Mike was actually Michael.

Michael...

Thinking back to the archangel in the last life who was determined to fight for the fate of Apocalypse and Lucifer, this Mike who, like him, also loves bacon cheeseburgers and beer is cuter.

Speaking of which, since the angels decided to expel the devil, I don't know if he can see Castiel. Dean actually misses that embarrassing guy.

Sam's eyes were heavy, he glanced at Michael, his eyelashes drooped, and he remained silent.

Behind Michael, the angels looked at Dean curiously. Of course, they felt the unique aura of this human being. They bent slightly, clenched their right fists, and touched the core of their hearts.

"Also, Dean, you have to come with me..." Paradise.Michael spoke seriously. The current status of Dean Winchester is unusual for Heaven. Michael felt that he should meet all the angels in Heaven and go through a cutscene.

However, before Michael finished speaking, the earth suddenly trembled.Even if he was as strong as an angel, he could not stand still and wobbled in such a shock.

Dean almost fell to the ground, but Sam grabbed Dean's collar and stabilized him.

Michael tried his best to stabilize his body, his blue eyes looked in one direction in surprise.

A golden beam of light suddenly pierced through the sky.

Dean's face turned pale for a moment, but he calmed down quickly.

The broken darkness should be pure black, but now this beam of light is golden.

It shouldn't be dark, it won't be dark!

Michael froze.He stared at the beam of light, and murmured: "Father..."

Dean and Sam looked at Michael anxiously, the existence that Michael called his father...God? !

The angels knelt down one after another, looking towards the direction of the beam of light devoutly and fanatically.

The existence of the beam of light lasted for half a minute. After the time passed, the golden color gradually dissipated, and a figure appeared on the seashore in an instant.There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he greeted everyone: "Hi everyone."

Dean & Sam: "!!!"

"Chuck?" Dean looked at the man standing in the air in a daze - he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, or the kind of person who didn't get along very well and was quite laid-back .

Chuck Shurley, the author of the previous life series of novels "The Power of Evil", is a prophet in the mouth of an angel.

So, Chuck Shurley wasn't a prophet of God at all, but God himself?That cowardly Chuck who drinks and picks up girls?

What kind of joke is this! ! !

The Winchesters couldn't believe this reality, but the angels' reaction revealed Chuck's true identity.

"Maybe..." Dean turned his head to look at Sam in a daze, seeking his approval, "God needs a container when he comes to the world, because Chuck is a prophet, so he chose Chuck as the container?"

Sam: "...maybe?"

"Father." Michael half-kneeled on the ground, looking up at Chuck with joy in his eyes.

God is back!This was the scene he was looking forward to every day and night after he took charge of heaven.

"Oh, yes..." Chuck Schurley's version of God scratched his jaw, and said in a puzzled tone, "Mil? Mickey? Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

Dean frowned, looking at Chuck Shurley's attitude, why did it seem like he couldn't even remember Michael's name?Why does Dean feel that the so-called God in front of him is not at all gentle and kind in the legend?

"Father, it's 'Michael'." For that almost contemptuous forgetting, Michael didn't feel embarrassed at all, but respectfully said his real name.

"Oh oh, Michael." Chuck Shurley stroked his palm, "It's one of the archangels I created, Michael. Michael, come."

Chuck Shurley held out his hand to Michael.