[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Sam seemed to be a toddler who learned to speak for the first time, and said in a stuttering voice: "Dee...en, Dean."

"Sam...sammy!" Dean wanted to get closer, but Sam stopped him with a wave of his hand.

Gradually, Sam was able to speak smoothly: "Don't... come near me, don't for now, wait a while..." He smiled weakly at Dean, with blood overflowing between his teeth, he didn't move the knife again, Instead, he slowly groped his hand to the position of his shoulder blades, and the next second, the terrifying sound of blood and flesh being torn was clearly heard by everyone.

——Sam forcibly tore off one of his wings, which brought him great pain, causing him to curl up together, and his nails were broken in the cracks in the trench, but he still smiled with difficulty, Without leaving Dean's eyes, he repeated the other person's name as if that was his only vow: "...I will not hurt you, Dean, never."

Then there are the wings on the other side.

Dean knelt on the ground desperately and hugged his brother. He could feel the blood of the devil on his brother's body corroding his skin, but so what, it was his brother, his All good and all bad he can accept, he has done so all his life.

Sam leaned on each other's shoulders, they hadn't been this close for a long, long time, he felt his brother's temperature, and felt as if every nerve in himself was stretched: "...dad told you before he died, if one day If you can't save me, then kill me."

"I can't, God, I can't." Dean hugged his brother tightly, felt the tears blur his vision, God he just can't, this is his brother, his life, his everything.

"...I know." Sam laughed softly, and there was even a bit of complacency in his tone. He was so sure that all the indecision in his brother who was always ruthless when he slayed demons was given to him. He, even if he is recognized as the most evil in the world, the other party will not be willing to attack him, "...so I did it for you."

"No, Sam, sammy, you'll be fine, I won't let you die." Dean said almost incoherently, but he knew very well that the knife stuck in his brother's stomach... the Cain's Blade is the only weapon in the world that can truly kill a great demon at the level of a Hell Knight, and Sam is also included in the list of demons that can be killed.

However, Sam seemed to turn a blind eye to his brother's anxiety, and just said slowly in a chatty tone: "...I know that I always let you down in many cases, although you are sometimes an unqualified big brother, but More often than not I'm playing the jerk brother, I let you down time and time again...I want to try to do something right, something that can make up for the wrongs I did to you."

"It's okay, Sammy, I will forgive you, you know I will, I will forgive you for everything in the end." Dean shook his head, that is his brother who is connected by blood, no matter what he did wrong, They're always going to be together, so what's wrong with the worst mistakes?He has a lifetime to tolerate forgiveness.

"Dean...I love you, there is nothing I can't do for you." Sam smiled slightly, he raised his hand with difficulty, rubbed the side of Dean's blood-stained face with his palm, and pressed his cold lips printed up.

"...Oh, I hope you don't punch me in the face, this is probably the last thing I will let you down, brother, but I am dying of pain, you have to let me be self-willed..." Sam The kiss landed on the corner of Dean's lips, which was close enough and clearly surpassed the brother's kiss. He didn't want to look up at Dean's expression, but simply slid his head on Dean's shoulder, speaking in a soft voice like It was the whisper before going to sleep, "...Although we have not been honest with each other for a long time, we have lied to each other for various reasons, but please, please believe...my love for you is more than anything. "

Dean put his hand tightly on the back of Sam's neck, and pressed his head into his arms, his voice trembling and hoarse: "...Sammy? Sammy?"

"...Aha, I'm so sorry to interrupt your tragic drama, Winchesters." The King of Hell appeared in everyone's sight.

"What are you doing here?" Steve frowned.

"Hey, the Hell Knight is dead, and Sam is also dead. As the king of hell, of course I'm here to reap the fruits." Crowley smirked, and with his voice, everyone except Sam and Dean Everyone was pressed to the ground by an invisible pressure.

"One, two, three..." Crowley counted the number of people in a good mood, "It seems that there is nothing wrong, the guests of the tour of hell are here, I like the scene of gathering like this, if I have another cup Red wine would be even better."

"What the hell are you doing? Let them go!" Dean shouted angrily, "I have fulfilled your conditions, the Hell Knight is dead, and you should keep your promise!"

"Oh, dear Dean, of course I will keep my promise, I will not kill you." Crowley rolled his eyes, "But dear Sammy will stay, he is a corpse anyway , It's useless for you to keep it, why don't you give it to me, I will let you all go, a dead devil for everyone's life, there is no such a cheap deal anymore, right?"

"Why?" Dean couldn't understand.

"Honey, how can there be an explanation for everything? There is no loss in giving Sam to me." Crowley began to lose patience, and he used the power of the devil to throw Dean on the other side , but was suddenly hit by an electric current while approaching, and fell convulsively on the ground.

"But if you don't give it to him, he will suffer a big loss." Tony said.

"No thanks, [-] volts of high-voltage electricity, human wisdom, thank God is fair, it turns out that demons will still be electrified." Tony clapped his hands casually, kicked him and was instantly burned to ashes by the high voltage. The power generation device, which was originally installed on his armor as a backup, "Compared to those small wind and water power generation, the endlessly extending magma here can provide tens of thousands of times more energy... Finally, when you appeared , I knew you would come, I squatted in the corner until my legs almost went numb!"

Tony stretched out his arms arrogantly at everyone, showing a blinding smile: "Hi, guys, miss Iron Man?"

"... Please put on your clothes and talk again!!" Watson shouted weakly.

That's right, Tony Stark just took off all his clothes in the hotel, and in the final boss battle, he still maintained a perfect naked state.

"It's spiritual qj, Stark." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"How is it possible?" Of course, the King of Hell would not be fooled by the empty armor. When he counted the number of people just now, he really felt the existence of human souls in the armor.

Everyone blinked, glanced at Tony, and then at Iron Man standing next to them, showing doubts, only Captain America shook his head helplessly.

"So, never underestimate the role of a lady, right? Dear Max."

Max took off his helmet and took a deep breath: "God, this helmet smells like rose lavender shampoo, Tony, can you stop using such a gay shampoo?"

"Oh, I just stole your unopened bottle." Tony smiled shyly at her.

"Oh...a woman, a woman! You brought an extra person in, out of my sight?" Crowley looked remorseful and annoyed.

"Don't pretend that you care how much I give you a shock. This will paralyze your body for about 2 minutes." Tony rolled his eyes, and then took out a syringe filled with blood with a smile, "This is what you need to do." It's a real gift."

"I heard that if the blood of the devil is mixed together, it is especially good for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis. I think the blood of Hell Knight and Sam Winchester must be more effective." Tony plunged the syringe into Crowe Crowley's chest was forcibly poured with mixed blood, Crowley's face changed suddenly, and the three kinds of blood began to tear each other in his body.

Tony smiled and said: "They will only intensify and never stop. This can't kill you, but it probably can make you unable to take care of us for a while."

"Why does he need Sam?" Steve asked puzzled.

"Because... Sam has completed the trials. The first of the three trials is the blood of a hellhound. Everyone knows that the second is to save an innocent soul from hell." Tony pointed at Dean, "It's you, the third... is to heal a demon."

"Demons can't be cured, they can only be killed..." Tony squinted at the King of Hell who was scratching himself in pain on the ground, "That's why you told Dean that the gates of hell can never be closed, You can rest assured, because the third mission was a refutation from the very beginning, a proposition that cannot be completed..."

"But you found out that you were wrong. Like everyone else, you overlooked one important thing... that is, we have a special demon here, a hybrid, who is both a human and a demon. He killed the part of the demon, He was still able to survive... death and rebirth, that's how he was cured, so he completed the three trials, all the conditions to close the gates of hell, Sam Winchester did it, he really Can lock you guys in hell forever."

Tony leaned forward and touched Sam's pocket slowly, and sure enough, he took out a stone door key with a strange shape.

"So...Sam..." Dean's eyes lit up instantly.

"Your brother didn't break his promise to you, he really did everything." Tony smiled, took out another needle and stabbed Sam in the neck.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed nervously.

"Don't be nervous, it's just adrenaline." Tony waved his hand, looked at Sam who turned over and panted on the ground, and smiled, "It's very effective in treating shock."

Iron Man kicked Sam on the shoulder with his bare foot: "Hey, get up and close the door, buddy, wait a while and then die."

******

8:00p.m, xx Bar, Wyoming.

The hotel group, who had just finished their trip to hell, scattered in various places in the bar, relaxing in their own way.

"Dude, are you sure you're going to keep having this nonsense conversation with me? You've been glued to America's sweetheart all night," Max said to Tony, shaking the ice in the whiskey.

"Who said I was looking at him?" Tony curled his lips, "My attention is on you, Max, you are the one who is not paying attention."

"Hey, look, Emilia is chatting up sweetheart." Max ignored Tony's accusation, took a sip of his wine, pointed his fingertips in a certain direction, and spoke lightly, purely with the mentality of watching a show, "She It took at least three hours to put on makeup, used breast pads, and the neckline was almost three inches lower than usual, and I can guarantee that she will confess tonight."

"Sounds great, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with me." Tony rolled his eyes, "Shut up Max, you don't want to see a little joke from me, cap is not interested in her, he naturally likes more difficult things Type, such as the female officer he used to be."

…It’s also like you, Max complained in his heart, and continued to deliberately say: "Oh, but do you think that Sweetheart is especially gentle to her, because the last time Emilia was scared by the corpse, he felt I feel a little guilty...he is such a good old man, full of sense of responsibility, always being responsible to others, and then he falls in love with him."

Max meant something, Tony sneered disdainfully, his face was unmoved, but his attention was involuntarily and slowly shifted to another direction.

First he pricked up his ears, then simply turned around.

Max looked amusedly at the playboy Tony Stark holding his wine glass to cover up, looking furtively at the two standing in the other corner of the bar through the pure golden liquid, as childish as a kid who is in love for the first time .

On the other side of the bar, the brown-haired woman mustered up her courage and said to Captain America: "Good evening, Captain, may I buy you a drink?"

And Captain America just blinked, and then showed a charming smile: "Of course it's no problem."

Max looked at Iron Man with pity and almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.