It seems that the demon's blood has a much greater effect on Sam than Dean thought.Blaming the demon's blood for the appearance of the strange Sam in the video, Dean pursed his lips and pushed the car door and stepped out of the car.The little fool tried to follow, but Dean returned and closed the door and locked the dog in the car.He stood still in the middle of the abandoned factory and threw off his coat, revealing his black blood-soaked clothes.Dean closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly recited the incantation that was imprinted in his mind with great clarity.In his previous life, he killed the hellhound and performed the three trials of Sam, but when the little prophet passed the translated spell to them, Dean, who obviously hated memorizing and reciting spells the most, remembered the spell word by word.That was supposed to be his mission.In the previous life, Dean looked at Sam, who was getting haggard because of the trial, and told himself that he was remorseful.This is indeed his task.In this life, Dean looked solemn, and even without the note handed to him by the little prophet, he still recited the incantation smoothly.As the last word came out of Dean's mouth, he slowly opened his eyes, waiting for the trial to change.Whether it was weakness or pain, he was able to endure it.However, nothing.Dean raised his hands in confusion, could it be that he had recited the spell incorrectly?
As soon as this thought came to him, a sharp pain that seemed to tear the soul spread from the depths of his body.Dean snorted and couldn't help but bend down, his hands trembling uncontrollably.His eyes widened, staring at his hands.The golden streamer passed through his skin and was swimming through his veins, lighting up his body inch by inch, tugging at his aching nerves.His eyes went black, and he almost fainted.Click, click.The sound of chains grinding seemed to ring in Dean's ears.It didn't take long for Dean to regain consciousness, sweating profusely, and found himself sitting on the floor, his hands trembling slightly.Succeeded, Dean's lips whitened and he muttered to himself.The first trial was successful.At the same time, in a magnificent palace in a certain bright world, the blonde man who was sitting in front of the desk and reading the official document suddenly felt something.He looked up, and the chains of golden runes were already close in front of him.Dazzling white light instantly filled the room, pure white wings spread out from behind the man, and the power of the holy light spread out, blocking the chains almost instantly.He didn't know what it was, but he knew subconsciously that he couldn't be caught by these chains.However, the barrier formed by the holy light only resisted for a moment, and the next moment, the golden chains pierced through the barrier and wrapped around the man's hands.How can it be?!
What is the origin of this chain, with his strength, he can't resist it even for a moment?
The man looked at the chain on his wrist in surprise, and when he could see the lines on the chain, the man's blue eyes shrank sharply, and he blurted out: This is a myth Before it was finished, a golden light suddenly appeared on the chain, instantly filling the entire room.By the time the light had dissipated, the chains and the man had vanished.I don't know how long later, there was a knock at the door, and then it was an unusually respectful voice: Highness Michael, Zachariah asks to see you.The empty room went unanswered.On a street corner in Los Angeles, USA, a blonde man in a white robe stood under a tree, looking blankly at everything in front of him.Is this the world?
Chapter 59 Jinjiang Exclusive Sam That bastard boy, he can really bear it.Dean closed his eyes and was dazed, but the thought could not stop popping through his mind.In the previous life, the person who killed the hellhound first and then opened the three trials was Sam, Dean could see that he was not in a good state, but Sam was too patient, and the good and bad died in his heart, and he only understated it when he forced him to be ruthless.Now, Dean really understands how much water is in that sentence.The emptiness that comes out of the depths of the soul is secondary, and the continuous pain pokes at the body one by one, not the kind of heart-rending pain, but the endless pain that seems to be like a long stream of water is more likely to disintegrate a person's willpower.It's better to give him a knife.
[Dean · Winchester. 】In a daze, Dean suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice ringing in his ears, revealing a strong sense of disgust, and said, "You can really make trouble. 】The next moment, the weak body regained its strength, and Dean opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up at once.Huhudien gasped for two quick breaths, his misty hazel-green eyes glancing around, and was immediately surprised to find that the other person was no longer in the impala.Dean touched his clean clothes, which were stained with stinking black blood and had been replaced, certainly not by himself.The cramped carriage had been turned into a suite in a hotel, and he certainly didn't come to open the room himself.Before Dean could figure out what was going on, there was a clang, and the sound of the oven finishing its job sounded in the room.Dean subconsciously looked over, but saw a man so familiar that he deliberately avoided leaning against the doorway, his chin slightly raised, and his dark brown eyes looking at him faintly.Sam?!
Dean looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief and blurted out, "Why are you here?!"
Sam snorted, ignored Dean's words, turned and went into the kitchen, and after the jingling sound, he came over with freshly baked toast and orange juice, placed it next to Dean's bed, and said, "Eat."
Dean didn't move, but looked at Sam with some disbelief.Sam, whose clothes are stained with the blood of the Hellhounds, suddenly returns to his side, is this reality or fantasy?
Dean, who was about to be cast out of his mind by some illusionary angels and lantern spirits, thought cautiously and vigilantly.If it's a fantasy, Sam's presence makes sense.No matter how many reasons Dean came up with, how many times he rejected Sam, and kept saying that Sam pursued his ordinary life, deep down he always longed for Sam's company.The desire to shine into the illusion is the normal operation of the illusion.If it were the reality, it would be very problematic.Like, why Sam is here, how he found him.Like, how much Sam knows, what he's going to do, and how Dean should deal with him.In the midst of his thoughts, Dean heard Sam speak.Sam's voice was strangely calm, and there was a slight sense of horror that made his hairs stand on end, and he said lightly: Are you waiting for me to cut off the edge of the bread?
Dean shuddered, and he jerked his head, green eyes looking at Sam in disbelief.Without waiting for Dean to answer, Sam lowered his eyes to the toast on his plate, and the knife in his hand neatly cut off the four not-so-tasting edges of the bread slice.Dean was dumbfounded.Dean didn't really like the bread edges, but that was before he was four years old.At that time, his mother Mary & middot; Winchester was still alive, and cutting off the bread edge was a sign of his mother's pampering of him in Dean's eyes.After Mary's death, no one paid attention to the small question of whether he liked the bread or not, and it was good to be able to eat under the premise that his father often did not have enough money to take care of his younger brother.Now, Sam was asking him if he wanted to cut off the edge of the bread, and it was really an illusion, or an extremely terrible illusion!
Dean calmed down, and looked at Sam with less confusion in his eyes.He tugged at his collar and got out of bed.The body is still a little weak, and the subtle pain can be tolerated.He glanced at Sam, who was still slowly cutting the edge of the bread without any reaction, and deeply felt that this scene was creepy, and he really couldn't understand why he would imagine Sam to do such a thing.He did get a little hungry, though.Thinking like this, Dean leaned over and reached out to take the toast that Sam had cut off from the side of the bread in his hand, and ate it all in three or two bites, not letting go of the glass of warm orange juice.Although I filled my stomach in the fantasy world, I will still be hungry when I return to reality, but it's okay to eat two bites, especially this slice of bread is the edge of the bread that Sam cut for him with his own hands, this conjecture is terrifying and emotional, and it is a terrible thing not to eat.Looking at Sam again, when Dean was grunting and drinking orange juice, he was still holding the dinner knife in his hand, not moving, his eyelashes drooping slightly, staring at the plate in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Sam's performance made Dean even more convinced of the illusion of everything in front of him.Sam can't be stupid.Dean was confident and put down the empty cup in his hand.He looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the side and looked at the clothes he was wearing at the moment, slacks and white shirt, revealing a campus atmosphere, which did not match Dean's usual fierce style at all.just has a good looks, at first glance, it really has a bit of the style of a campus prince.Dean shuddered at the idea.Although the clothes on his body were not his own, the things piled up on the coffee table in the living room of the suite were familiar to Dean.Dean pulled out a dagger, whether it was an illusion or not can be screened with magic arrays and spells, but if you want to break the illusion, you have to find the key point of the entire illusion.Dean could have said the incantation here, but he glanced at Sam, who was sitting there motionless, although it was a fake Sam, but this Sam had half the personality of Sammygirl in his memory, and he would have to be recited hard to do those things in front of him.For the sake of his ears, Dean prepared to go downstairs and return to Impala to continue.Whether it is reality or fantasy, he can't do without his beloved black beauty.Just as Dean was packing up his things and preparing to leave, a cold voice sounded faintly: Where are you going?
Dean glanced back at Sam, who was standing in the living room at some point, and saw that his eyes were heavy, and his whole person seemed to exude a dangerous aura, Dean complained in his heart that this Sam was really surreal, but his face was not revealing anything.He shrugged his shoulders and said: Save humans, hunt monsters, family business.After a pause, Dean sighed silently and said slowly: Sam, you go to school.Seriousness turned into laughter for a moment, you don't care about my business.Dean uttered the last sentence in a purely joking tone, but he knew in his heart that it was what he wanted to tell Sam.Whatever happens to him in the future, Sam, leave it alone.Bloodshot eyes crawled all over the brown in an instant.In Sam's head, a mechanical voice sounded flatly: [Host Samuel · Winchester, guided by the fire of rage, blood erosion 35%] Sam didn't hesitate to raise his hand as if he hadn't heard the mechanical sound, and when Dean turned to grasp the doorknob, he raised his hand without hesitation, and the sound of breaking wind rang out.With a loud bang, the knife that had just cut off the edge of the bread turned into a streamer and stabbed directly into the door panel in front of Dean's eyes, and the blade was completely submerged, leaving only a little bit of the handle of the knife.Dean:!!!
Immediately, there was a hot touch in the palm of his hand, and the sudden change in temperature made Dean feel excited, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.Then, Dean saw the doorknob, which he had held in his hand a second before, twist and deform in the heat and then turn into a liquid paste on the door panel.Dean's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his right hand, which was quickly loosened just now, and the skin in his palm was not burned.Dean was a little stunned, did he subconsciously believe that the golden-red flame he had seen before was Sam's power?
At that moment, with a hand resting on the door, Dean looked up a little dazed, and then saw Sam's tight jaw and the angry eyes that were almost full of impending storms.Dean, my dear brother.Obviously, the anger on his body can almost be called majestic, and Dean who has been fighting Sam since he was a child also had a moment of suffocation, but Sam's tone is very soft, revealing the polite temperament of a future barrister.Where do you want to go?
Also, can you explain to your stupid brother that Sam bowed his head slightly, his dark brown eyes looked straight at Dean, word for word: How did the shackles that bind your soul and constantly drain your life force come from?
Dean:???
Yoke?
Dean's gaze was momentarily blank.Sam felt that if he died young in this life, he would definitely be angry with Dean.Single-handedly surviving the real-life escape game made by the Minos Group with six ordinary people, and burning down the entire building, Sam is not afraid to show his sharp side in front of those behind the scenes, because he doesn't care what those people think, not at all.Sam doesn't have to worry about the follow-up of the Minoan group, after all, the Spencer he saved with his hand; Dr.
Red is a senior special agent for the FBI.He was supposed to go with the others to the police station to take a statement, but Sam refused.As a hunter who is always ready to be on the FBI's wanted list, Sam doesn't mind using this to cut his own life apart from ordinary people.What Sam didn't anticipate was Dean's phone call.He thought that Dean was taking the initiative to make peace, but he didn't think that Dean knew about Adam · The presence of Milligan.Carefully dissected his feelings, if it was the first life a long time ago, Sam did not say it on his lips, but in his heart he was to Adam · Milligan was still more or less repulsive, but Dean's reaction was too intense, and Sam's focus on the matter shifted to Dean's mood, thinking about how to appease Dean.In this life, Adam · The revelation of Milligan's existence predates the first life.The butterfly effect, he understood, had changed a lot in some of the cases he and Dean had experienced anyway, Adam · It's not unusual that Milligan's existence was known to Dean early on.Chapter 60 Jinjiang exclusive may be because Sam has reincarnated too many worlds, and it has always been used as a spiritual pillar for Dean, in Dean vs.
Adam · When Milligan offered to accept it, Sam felt like a fish in his throat.This desire for exclusivity is simply too naïve.Sam admonished himself, but he just couldn't help it.He's such an older brother!
Reluctant to hurt Dean by speaking, Sam pressed the phone to calm down.But he didn't calm down for long, and he suddenly felt palpitations.He saw Dean.Mental pollution?
Consciousness invasion?
Or, the trap?
Sam subconsciously thought of many possibilities, but he didn't want to bet on the one percent possibility, so he still rushed to the place he saw at that moment as fast as he could, and sure enough, he picked up Dean who was unconscious in black blood.The moment he really saw Dean, the blood that was covered in rich dark energy, and the faint breathing still made Sam's head buzz.From changing Dean's clean clothes to bringing people to the nearby motel, Dean was still unconscious, breathing in and out of breath.Sam used his mental power to probe Dean's body, and there was no problem at the physical level, the problem was at the soul level.He saw the golden chains that wrapped around Dean's soul, and contained a powerful force that could not be disobeyed.As Sam tried to touch the chains, powerful energy fluctuations rippled on the chains, mercilessly knocking Sam's mental power out of Dean's soul.The pain of mental frustration was far less than the worry about Dean's current situation, and Sam didn't bother to find out where the shivering puppy in Impala came from.He just wanted to know what was wrong with Dean.The more he thought about it, the angrier Sam became.Sam decided that Dean was doing something behind his back, and that he was doing something that could turn the world upside down.