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Dean did a good job once, didn't he? said Ruby.

"Of course, thanks to him this time." Sam also showed a rare smile.

"But what if I say Dean is going to be all right? What if the demons need him and they have a plan for him?"

"So after me, they have a plan for Dean too?" Sam put a shirt in his backpack.

"I'm serious." Ruby knelt on the bed, looking straight into Sam's eyes: "Do you know who leads those demons today?"

"Of course I wouldn't know."

"They used to be Aztel's subordinates, and you were supposed to lead them."

"But apparently not."

"Yes, so now the more powerful demons are vying for the leadership position you left behind, and what I met today is exactly one of them who wants to get rid of you so that it can take over the position logically."

"What does this have to do with Dean, will Dean help them?" Sam put the packed luggage at the foot of the bed.

"Just to let you know the situation, Dean's role is not to be a leader, but I don't know what they want to do, just know that they want him. And for me, the demons like me I'm not alone, we're a small army, and we want to work with you to get rid of other demons, but obviously Dean won't do that."

"What I want to know is, what good does this do for you?"

"We want to rule hell." Ruby sat on the bed. "Although it's not very comfortable there, it's our kingdom after all. All we need is hell, and we don't need those ambitious people."

Sam didn't speak, but mentally evaluated Ruby's words, trying to find holes in them.

"At least, I have a way to make you strong enough to deal with demons on an equal footing. If you don't believe us, then you can do it yourself." Unable to get Sam's answer, Ruby added a weight.

"I need to think about it, so how can I contact you?" Sam finally spoke.

"This is my phone number, you can call me." Ruby handed Sam a note and disappeared outside the door.Soon Dean came in wiping his hands, saw Sam in a daze, and walked over worriedly: "Hey, are you okay? What happened?"

"Dean, we need to talk, we absolutely need to talk," Sam said to Dean, pocketing the note.

The debut of the new helper

As soon as Sam recounted his conversation with Ruby to Bobby and Dean, Dean said firmly, "I don't believe her."

"But Dean, there's a good chance she knows something we don't. I've considered the possibility that she's lying, but her words make sense, at least you heard her, she has a way of killing demons, maybe she just wants to Teach me the spell."

"But would you trade a pure soul for killing a demon? If not, then her talisman is worthless."

"but……"

"No but. I can't trust a demon."

"It's not that you can't trust the devil, you just can't trust her!" Sam blurted out angrily.

"What?" Both Dean and Bobby were stunned. The difference was that Bobby was because of Sam's support for Ruby, while Dean felt a little guilty for no reason.

"But, Sam, do you really trust Ruby that much?" Bobby asked cautiously.

"No." Sam rubbed his face wearily: "Forget what I just said. You are right, the words of the devil cannot be trusted, but I am afraid that what she said about Dean is true, so we better We can catch a demon for interrogation."

"Are you okay?" Dean suppressed a little guilty feeling—Sam followed his advice so sensibly, which made the feeling that he had done something wrong even stronger. "It's not like you to change your mind so quickly."

"What do I look like in your heart?" Sam clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Is it because I made a wrong choice but I am unwilling to admit it or correct it? Yes, I am very concerned about what Ruby said. What is their plan about you, I want to work with her, even if only until the diabolism is unearthed. But it is not that I think she is credible, I am fully aware of this, no need for you to remind me Again." Sam slowly raised his head and stared into Dean's eyes, Dean dared to say that there was disappointment of not being believed in those eyes, anticipation of being recognized, and he even felt that there was a bit of aftermath in his eyes apology.

"I just don't think it's reliable for her to say that she can help you improve your strength." Dean also took a step back unconsciously.

"Anyway, Colt really can't move without her, because I can't reproduce his power," Bobby interjected.

"In any case, let's put aside the issue of cooperation. How should we verify this statement about Dean? I don't know why, but I really care about her statement. On this point, I really believe her. "

"Are they trying to kill Dean?" Bobby wondered.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not just me. From the point of view, they want to kill all the hunters." Dean scratched his head.

"I think the problem now is who can get enough useful information from." Dean stood up suddenly: "And I have some ideas."

"I don't like the idea very much," said Sam hesitantly.

"Believe me, I don't like it either." Dean dug out a photo of himself from the glove box. The headshot on it was taken about a year ago. It was not very satisfactory, at least Dean felt that even One-tenth of his handsomeness was not captured in the photo.

Put it in a box with a few other odds and ends.Dean took a few steps to the center of the intersection, staring at the ground, wondering if there was anything he had forgotten.A hand caught his arm, and Dean looked up to see Sam looking at him with his iconic dog eyes again: "I think it's better to use my photo."

"Are you kidding, do you think I really want to make some deals with them?" Dean grinned, squatted down, and dug a shallow hole in the ground with his hands. This action made him feel extremely Uncomfortable, it reminded him again of the dream he had before, when Sam was killed in the dream, the feeling that his heart almost died with him.A thought suddenly crossed Dean's mind: If this had ever happened, I would absolutely do the same thing.But just thinking about it, there seemed to be the barking of a hellhound in his ears, which he should have never heard before, but it made Dean break out in a cold sweat.

Sam watched Dean squatting on the ground and fell into deep thought again, feeling very puzzled. Today's Dean seems to be different from the past.Sam's hand rested lightly on Dean's shoulder, and Dean turned around abruptly as if taken aback.Sam took the box out of his hand: "You are not in good shape today, and you are not suitable for this. We don't want to risk you being killed by the demon."

"No, I just suddenly remembered something." Dean took back the box, with his usual smile on his face: "Am I so easy to be killed?"

With that said, Dean put the box into the soil pit and covered the box with soil.Sam retreated a distance in silence and hid behind a big tree. He didn't want the demon he finally summoned to find out that it was actually a trap.

After waiting for a while, none of the crossroad demons appeared, and Sam couldn't help but came out from behind the tree. The two looked at each other, and they both understood what the other meant: it seems that this time there is no hope. , I don't know why, the crossroads demon gave up this potential trading opportunity.

Dean curled his lips. He thought he was a bit of a tempting bait, but he didn't expect these demons to be so clever that they didn't dare to appear.Dean squatted down to dig out the box, when suddenly a pair of feet wearing black leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes.

Dean slowly looked up and saw a middle-aged white man with a big beard standing in front of him.

"Hi, can I help you?" He tilted his head and greeted Dean with a thick Scottish accent.Dean didn't even notice, a smile crept up the corner of his mouth: "Hi."

"It seems that you don't want to make a deal." The other party looked around, nodded, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers, a crack opened in the ground, and the devil's trap was destroyed: "You know, I'm not them That kind of small salesman, at least I am also a business executive. Treat me in this way?"

"But you still showed up. Even though you know we have other purposes, maybe you still want to make a deal with us?" Dean stood face to face with this demon he met for the first time, but there was no mutual enmity between the two The tense atmosphere.

"The famous Dean Winchester wants to make a deal with me." He stretched out his hand: "Crowley. Now let's take a look at their cards."

"Then we should sit down and talk."

"No, no, no." Crowley shook his head. "I don't want to walk into another trap, so either talk here or go to my place."

"But aren't you afraid that your boss will know what we're talking about?"

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Crowley asked warily.

"Like talk about how to make you the king of hell?"

Dean had just finished saying this when Crowley disappeared.He looked around, but there was no sign of Crowley, only