[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Dean parked his black beauty casually on the curb of the bar, where there are many kiddies who love to drive. He would never treat his favorite beauty so carelessly, but he did it anyway, even Without even checking the door lock, he ran towards his destination with a gun in his hand.

The bar was very noisy, the deafening music hit people's hearts, the colorful lights flashed dizzily, and people swayed various emotions on the dim dance floor.

This looks like a normal bar, but in fact, one of the entrances to hell is also here, this is not a metaphor, it is real hell, literally, the entrance to hell is set in such a sinful place, It has to be said that it is Crowley's bad taste.

"Get out of the way, oh man, you're on my ass." Dean frowned, shouting at the men and women who kept rushing towards him from all around, raising his hand to push aside the crowd and walking forward. He pressed the gun in his arms vigilantly, the guy who can dance in this kind of place may not even be human.

There were too many people, and Dean walked half a circle around the bar, and he couldn't tell whether his brother was among them: "Sam? Sammy!"

His voice was instantly drowned out by the loud music.

Suddenly a piercing scream sounded in the field: "Ah——"

Not only one person screamed, but soon a part of the crowd began to crazily squeeze towards the door, and the rest were pushed around for unknown reasons, and the scene was chaotic.

"Hey, get out of the way, eon! shit!" Dean couldn't help cursing, pushing harder against the current. He had to find his brother right away, and he had a bad feeling about his brother. .

When they were dealing with the corpse of the Soul Eater, they sprinkled salt lines around the corpse as usual just in case, and then Sam seemed to be scalded, he didn't know how to describe the scene, Sam was pouring the salt suddenly Flicking his hand, Dean saw a small gash on his pinky finger.

Dean asked him what's the matter, Sam glanced at it, and said indifferently, maybe it was scratched somewhere when he turned over the Soul-devouring Beast's house at first, and it hurt a little bit when he suddenly got salt.

This is a very reasonable explanation, but Dean has a more terrifying suspicion. Although the demon blood in Sam's body is suppressed by himself, it has always existed from the beginning to the end. During the period when he was addicted to absorbing the demon blood During that time, there was a terrible outburst. After that, Sam quit the addiction, never drank any demon blood again, and everything returned to calm.

And Sam was drenched in the blood of the Cerberus in the first trial. At that time, they all forgot that the Cerberus is actually a certain branch of low-level demons. Can its blood also be compared with real demons? Can devil blood be equated?

——The most basic function of the salt coil is to prevent all filthy creatures from entering.

Dean clenched the side meat in his mouth. Was it really only Sam's health that was affected by the demon dog's blood?

The flow of people gradually flocked to the door, and Dean's actions became a little easier. He finally pushed aside the last row of people, and a guy fell hard under Dean's legs. Dean saw his whole body The pupils are all pure black, they are demons.

And he could see very clearly that the person who threw the demon over easily didn't even touch him, he just raised his hand, and the demon was thrown several meters away.

The man's face was still as pale and weak as before, but there was a trace of pure black reflected in the amber eyes, which spread like a drop of ink, but disappeared without a trace when he saw Dean. The man's expression at this time was as panicked as a large dog that offended its owner.

Dean opened his mouth and touched his lips several times before making a hoarse voice: "...sammy?"

Reflexively, Sam hid the hand behind his back, as if it was really useful.

There were at least seven or eight unconscious guys lying around him, and the evidence was solid and the stolen goods were returned.

Sam tried to explain, "Dean..."

But in the next second, he was overturned by a huge force, and he moaned while covering his face that had been severely punched. There was no bleeding, and he wanted to laugh for some reason. The hand holding the ring, the muscles on his face twitched when he smiled: "Uh--"

Dean clenched his fists and pulled him up by the collar, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Dean, Dean." Sam coughed a few times, holding down his brother's trembling hand, "Listen to me, I swear that all those who fell to the ground were demons, not a single human..."

Dean threw him to the ground mercilessly: "You know what I'm asking, when did it happen?"

Sam spit out a mouthful of blood foam, sat on the ground and shook his head: "...the second day after finishing the trial, I wanted to brush my teeth, but I smashed the mouthwash cup." Sam paused for a while, and muttered in a low voice: "But god, it's true that I'm coughing up blood, and I guess that's the price or something..."

While the demon blood eroded and hurt him, it also induced his latent power.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Dean yelled, "You pompous..."

"Hey, what will happen to you if I tell you? I just cough up blood and you want to lock me in the car. If I tell you that I have demon powers again, it's no wonder you don't tie me back to the basement!" Sam said. The voice couldn't help getting louder, but he quickly coughed again, "Dean, I promise, I can control it well this time, and I won't hurt anyone at will..."

"You're going to hurt yourself!" Dean looked at him with a tight frown, "Don't you realize that this thing is killing you too! Or have you been fooled by such a little power? Think you are omnipotent Invulnerable to all poisons?"

"I didn't! God! Dean, can you fucking believe me!" Sam yelled at Dean, sitting on the ground, and an awkward silence began to spread between the two of them.

Sam's expression became sluggish, he lowered his voice, looked up at Dean with his soft, amber eyes, he knew that the other party would be the most relented with such an expression: "please, Dean, I know I Done a lot of wrong things, I just want to make up for something... let me go, I will finish the trial, close the gates of hell, and solve everything."

Dean did not refute as expected.

Sam tried to step forward, but he seemed to be stabbed by something again, he frowned and lowered his head, it was a devil trap: "...you know this can't stop me, I'm not pure...at least I'm still human .”

"Don't worry, as soon as you step out of this circle, I will shoot and kill you first, and then commit suicide." Dean raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"You won't kill me." Sam shook his head.

"Okay, I won't, bastard...so don't come out, don't stand up." Dean lowered his eyes slightly and muttered, "At least not in front of me."

Dean's words sounded a little weird, but Sam understood, Dean couldn't bear him being in front of him, really trapped in a demon trap, it was like, as if his brother was really a demon, he almost exhausted He has spent his whole life protecting him from demons, and he cannot bear the result.

Sam stood there looking at Dean, and his brother had really beautiful green eyes, very, very beautiful, and those eyes never moved away from him, no matter how heartbroken that green look was .

Sam looked at him almost pleadingly: "... Dean, please, I've been wrong for too long, I just want to do something right."

Dean's tears fell from his eyes, but his expression was calm, as if it was just ordinary water stains: "I just want to make sure you live."

"I'll survive, we all will, I promise," Sam said.

"You won't, this time alone will almost turn you into a demon, or a dying demon coughing up blood, you will soon lose your human sanity, and then die anywhere." Dean smiled wryly. one time.

Sam was silent for a moment: "...that's the ending I deserved too."

Dean shook his head, his lips curved into a smile, he seemed to want to pat Sam on the shoulder, but he withdrew his hand in the end, I don't know when they started, they didn't even have this level of intimacy: " You'll be fine, Sam."

Just like when he was afraid to sleep alone when he was a child, Dean would sneak up to his bedside, touch his head and say: I am here, that's fine, my little brother.

It was like an eternal mantra, allowing young Sam to close his eyes with peace of mind.

And then in his drowsiness his brother would say—

"Everything will be fine, Sammy, I will always protect you." Dean raised his hand and knocked Sam unconscious, "No matter..."

Sam fell to the ground, he suddenly saw the shadow of the king of hell gradually approaching his brother, he looked at the gradually blurred figure of Dean in his vision, wanted to shout danger but couldn't say anything, he listened desperately to Dean's last words With a whisper, he said, "yes."

...whether Dean Winchester is in this world or not.

******

Steve withdrew his shield. The pair of little men and women who were snoring at the door just now were pure demons, and now they are all lying at his and Tony's feet.

Tony kicked open the door in a vigilant fighting posture, but the door was eerily quiet, the music was still playing as loud as the ceiling was blown up, and the psychedelic lights rendered the whole bar, but there was no one on the central dance floor—— To be precise, there is no living person.

All around are horrific corpses, the bodies of demons twisted into strange shapes.

Tony still wanted to go in, but Steve frowned and grabbed him who was on the rampage.

Tony turned his head, and saw Steve tilted his chin slightly towards the corner, and he followed the other's line of sight.

On the couch in the shadows sat a man, panting heavily, in a jacket that looked familiar.

"...Sam?" Tony squinted tentatively.

And what looked at him was a pair of pure black eyes like the wings of a raven.