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Gathered around Southern Wyoming. "

"We'll be there tonight, see you, Bobby," Dean said, putting his foot on the gas, and Impala dashed forward.

While Dean and Sam were on the road, Aztel appeared again in Cold Oak, standing by Zack's side.

"So, you are my destined commander."

Zach was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, one hand still covering the wound, but the blood had stopped flowing. "I'm not your destined commander, I lost." Zach said in a low voice.

"No, I'm sure you'll do well, Sam voluntarily relinquished his eligibility, and I don't think he's coming back. In fact, you'd be a very good fit, considering your background. Who would have thought Will fate make you a warrior?"

Before Aztel finished speaking, a bullet pierced his body, followed by another one. "Maybe it's my destiny to kill you?" Zach's hand dropped, the gun falling beside him.Soon, the expression on Zach's face turned into horror, and Aztel was completely unaffected, not even an expression of pain.

"Ah, salt bomb." Aztel said with great interest: "Is it a gadget you got from the Wen family brothers? But they didn't tell you that this gadget has no effect on me at all? I suggest you make a good one." Soldier, just like you were before, otherwise your dear old mother, lovely little sister." Aztel bit his tongue and said, "I can guarantee that they will live a long time and come to experience many things. And If you are a good boy, when we return to this world, you will change from the commander in chief to the ruler of the world, and you will trample those who discriminated against you under your feet."

Door of hell

Sam and Dean rushed to Bobby's house as quickly as possible. When Bobby saw them, he was very happy to give them a big hug, and then let them collapse on the sofa.Bobby thoughtfully brought breakfast and coffee for the two brothers, and then took a roll of maps from the desk and said, "I hope you brothers are still awake enough to see the results of my investigation."

Dean rubbed his face and picked up a sandwich: "We will try our best."

"In southern Wyoming, outside of this area, surrounded by demons, we can see a lot of evidence of demons: bad weather, livestock deaths, blabla, but there is nothing in that area. Weird Isn't it?"

"What's in that place?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, although there is only one area, but this area is not small."

"Another question is, what is it that attracts demons so much?"

"I don't know, maybe they are protecting an important thing, maybe their big boss is here, but this doesn't explain why they don't get close, they just surround them from a distance."

The three of them discussed seriously, and the slight sadness before turned into motivation for work, and the fatigue of running around for days was also left behind.

Although we discussed it seriously and checked a lot of information, we still didn't get any results. Sam walked out of the room alone, intending to get some air, but there was no scenery to see outside, and a large number of dilapidated cars were parked in the yard. Looking further away, it always feels like a desolate area.

Sam sat on the hood of a car that was still in good condition, looking at the sunset in the distance, his shoulders drooped, and because of the sunlight, his whole body seemed to be covered with a golden edge.This is what Dean saw when he came out.

As an adult, no, since he was very young, Sam didn't like to show vulnerability.But once, when he jumped from the roof and injured himself, he did the same.Nestled in his arms with aggrievedness, on the one hand, he resisted the pain and refused to cry, on the other hand, he felt very depressed, and his shoulders drooped like this.This kind of Sam made Dean feel his heart being pulled hard, and he was inexplicably distressed.He also grieves for the lost friends, doesn't he?Dean walked quickly towards Sam, but when he stood behind Sam, he didn't know what to say, so he stood there awkwardly.Instead, Sam opened the mouth first: "Dean, do you have a feeling that you and I only have each other? Even though we have so many good friends, we keep losing them, even if we meet new friends. , but in the end we still only have each other by our side.”

Dean licked his lips and showed a forced smile: "You are my only brother, of course we will always be together."

"No, you don't understand what I mean." Sam twitched the corner of his mouth: "Didn't I take a nap on the way here? At that time, I had a very messy dream. I dreamed that Ellen and Joe were also dead. And Rufus, and some people we didn't know, but seemed to be friends of ours in the dream, and they died too. I kept wondering if I was dreaming these just because I heard the road The dream after the news of the side hotel is still a kind of precognition like we did before, and what made us have this ability? You know, if it's just me, it might be Aztel, but You too, I don't know what to explain."

"Actually, I also had some strange dreams. I dreamed that an angel became friends with us. I really couldn't adapt. I couldn't tell what is an ordinary dream and what is a prophetic dream." Dean Leaning back in the car, too, with his hands in his pockets so he could stop himself from patting Sam's head to comfort him - which Dean knew Sam would never like.

"Angel?" Sam frowned and turned his head: "Is it the kind of child with a bare butt and wings?"

"No, it's a normal guy who, uh, looks kind of dumb."

"Your dream is really interesting." Sam laughed at Dean, who touched his nose in embarrassment.

"But my dreams are also fragmented, without any specific events, like some pictures flashing back. I really want to ask Marianne to see if she has any clues."

"She won't say it." Suddenly Sam heard footsteps, and the two quickly became vigilant and looked around, only to see Ellen stumbling over and falling on Dean's arm.

Ellen was not physically hurt, just tired and very sad, and Dean and Sam tried to comfort her as best they could.After Bobby verified that it was Ellen himself, Ellen was also calmed down by this typical hunter style.

"Because we were on an impromptu pretzel pick up, Arthur called us in a terrified voice and said the secret safe in the basement had to be put away. We were only away for 15 minutes, and when we got back, the hotel It’s already a sea of ​​fire.”

"What's in the safe? Have you got it?"

Ellen took out a roll of paper from her arms and spread it on the table. It turned out to be a map of Wyoming with several crosses drawn on it. Several people looked at each other. It seemed that there was something wrong with the gathering of demons in this area. Great relationship.

"What is the area in the middle?"

"Nothing but a cowboy cemetery."

"And where is the cross?"

Bobby took out a detailed atlas of Wyoming and looked it up. Finally, he handed the book to Sam: "Each cross corresponds to an abandoned church, and these churches are all connected by independent railways. The shape of the line is like this." Bobby drew the line segments on the map with a pen, connected the crosses, and got the shape of a five-pointed star: "A demon binding spell. Guess who made these?"

"Who?" Dean asked.

"Samuel Colt."

"The one who made the ghost gun? So what did he make these for?"

"I don't know, maybe it's to protect something, to keep the demons out?" Bobby shook his head.

"Or maybe he wants to stop something inside from coming out." Dean answered, he and Sam looked at each other, thinking of the gate of hell.

"What an amazing idea!" Dean sighed. "Imagine, a binding spell of a hundred square miles. The demons can only wander around, but they can't get through."

"That's why the yellow-eyed demons wanted an ordinary human to be their commander, because they couldn't pass the railway line," Sam said.

"And now you are the only one picked out by the yellow-eyed demon." Dean stared at Sam and said, "I think for safety's sake, you'd better stay away from that cemetery."

"Why?" Sam was dissatisfied with Dean's decision: "Am I going to let the demons out?"

"If the devil's blood on your body affects you again, then maybe." Dean didn't dare to look at Sam who was obviously angry. This obviously provoked Sam's most sensitive nerve, and it would definitely make him angry. But it was worth it, as long as it kept Sam from these things.He was not at ease at all, even though it seemed that the fate had been changed, could it be that the bad luck came a little later and in another way?

"Dean, if demon blood could work like this, they would have opened the gates of hell long ago. It can only make people have special abilities, or be affected by evil, but not manipulate people to do things. I'm going to , I stand by it."

"So we've decided to take a look?" Bobby interjected.

"I think that since there are doors and keys, there must be a keyhole. We should find a way to seal the keyhole," Sam said.

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