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Sam gave him a look, and Dean knew immediately what he meant: go and burn the body.

Sam drew out the witcher knife and pointed it at the old ghost, knowing that it would be of no use, but it was just to give himself some comfort.When he was thrown out just now, the gun loaded with salt bombs had already flown out.

Dean hurriedly took out the lighter and a small bottle of oil from his pocket, and poured the oil on the corpse. Before the ignition was on, the old woman had already thrown Sam out, and Sam fell down the dark staircase. go down.In just the blink of an eye, she was already standing in front of Dean.But to Dean's surprise, the ghosts of the couple stood in front of the old woman.

"Hurry up." The woman urged.

The old woman clenched her palms angrily, and the woman struggled painfully.At this time, Dean threw the lit lighter on the mummy, and flames immediately burst out from the lack of moisture and oiled corpse.The old woman also screamed and disappeared.The couple got rid of the confinement of the old woman, and left the world hand in hand with a smile.

"Sammy!" Dean didn't care about anything else, and immediately rushed down the stairs after confirming that the ghost had disappeared.Sam collapsed in the hall on the first floor, with Ed and Harry standing beside him. Ellen, who was in charge of monitoring the situation inside the house, had also come in and was checking Sam's situation.

"Dean, he passed out, we had to carry him down the stairs. He's in a bad state, we've called 911," Harry said.

Dean walked up to Sam, looked at his pale face, the blood flowing out of his nose, and thought of Sam in his dream after being assassinated by Zach.He picked Sam up, rocked him slightly, and murmured, "You'll be all right, Sammy, you'll be all right."

Sam vaguely heard Dean's voice.

"Doctor, I have to go in and see if he's okay." Dean said anxiously and grumpily.

"No, he has a concussion. He must be fully rested, and he cannot see guests now." The doctor replied sternly.

"Please doctor, I just go in and have a look at him to make sure he's okay. Five minutes is fine, even one minute is fine. I should take care of him, that's my task." I never laughed and cursed, but I didn't want to Dean, who put down his figure and begged for help, softened his tone.

The doctor was silent for a while, and then said: "5 minutes, no more."

Soon, Sam heard the door being gently opened.He wanted to open his eyes to look at Dean, to reassure him, but the goddamn concussion, and possibly the potion, gave him a splitting headache even to move his eyes.

Sam felt the mattress sinking beside him, and it must have been Dean sitting next to him.Dean tucked up the corner of the quilt unnecessarily, touched his forehead, and then there was no other movement, only the sound of his somewhat unsteady breathing showed his inner unrest.

Soon, the door was opened again, and a nurse whispered: "It's time, please come out."

Hearing Dean's slow footsteps and walking out the door, a smile appeared on the corner of Sam's mouth: After such an unlucky job, he can go home again, no matter where he is, he can't compare to being by his family's side.Then, whether it was the medicine or his body couldn't continue to support him, he fell asleep again.

Difficult Bella

"You must be old to lose your mind during the battle." Sam, who had begun to recover, laughed at Dean.

"Shut up." Dean's calm tone was a little angry, but he still threw an apple to Sam.

Ellen and Joe, who came to visit Sam, both smiled when they saw the brothers bickering.Suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open, and Bobby, who was sweating profusely, walked in. "Sam, are you all right?"

"Bobby?" Everyone in the room was surprised.

"Bobby, I just had a concussion and I'll be out of the hospital soon, but I'm glad you can visit me." Sam smiled and said, "Isn't it tiring to drive here?"

"Of course, but it's not important." Bobby looked at Ellen: "Didn't you say he was seriously injured?"

"Me?" Ellen said inexplicably, "Bobby, the last time I called you was about a month ago."

"Didn't you call us and say there's a werewolf here?" Dean felt something was wrong at first.

"I don't know about werewolves. Joe and I discovered the haunted house first." Ellen looked at Joe, and Joe nodded. After all, the haunted house is quite famous in the local area.

"Then who the hell wanted us to gather here?" Sam looked at everyone in the room. Five hunters—well, Ellen and Joe might be counted as one—gathered together. Without super strength, no one can guarantee that they can catch them all. They escaped from the hands of the yellow-eyed demon and even killed him.However, almost all of them were injured, and the timing can be said to be rare.

"Could it be a demon? But there's been no sign of demonic activity in this area recently." Bobby said, "But if you're almost recovered, Sam, we'd better find a safer place. Joe has limited mobility, and Dean You too. Even if Ruby is lying, we better be on our guard. Sam, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Sam nodded, although sometimes he would have a headache and nausea, but there was no problem with his actions.

So, Sam, Dean and Bobby came to the house that Ellen and Joe rented.Although there was no way to build it like Bobby's pure iron magic-proof hut, Dean and Bobby tried their best to draw enough devil traps and protective spells on the walls and floors.They simply don't want to think about the face of the landlord seeing this. "Just as a free gift of protection for them," Dean joked.

"I checked on the Internet, and there hasn't been any sign of demons in the vicinity for nearly a month, not even a heavy rain. As for the livestock and residents, they all look healthy and normal." Sam spread his hands Say, "Is it really a demon we're dealing with? Maybe an onomatopoeia?"

It has to be said that what Sam said was very reasonable, and the devil couldn't imitate Ellen's voice so perfectly that Bobby didn't have any doubts after receiving two calls.

"But the Onomatopoeia will call just to lure us here? If we are prepared, we won't be deceived by him, and he won't be able to eat us. What good does it do him?"

"Maybe all he wants to do is get us out of Bobby's cabin? Bobby, is there anything important in your cabin?" Dean asked, all eyes on Bobby.

"Damn." Bobby cursed softly. "Whoever it is, maybe they want Colt."

"Don't they want to open the gate of hell again?" Ellen asked nervously.

"Even if you don't want to open the gates of hell, maybe it's enough to have the ability to kill any kind of creature." Bobby said with a gloomy face, "But they won't know that I've handed Colt over to Dee." En."

"Yes, the question now is whether we are going to find out who this person is."

The bottom line: just wait and see for now, to see who wants what.It is not only because they have no idea of ​​the opponent's purpose at all, but also because there are many wounded people, making it inconvenient to move.

After nearly a week, no matter who the opponent was, there was no action.Bobby had already rushed home that day. Judging from the information exchanged on the phone, he didn't find anything missing, and of course he wasn't attacked in any way.After these few days of recuperation, Sam, who was already in good shape, has basically returned to his pre-injury state.

"What should we do next? We can't be stuck here forever with an onomatopoeia." Dean was tired of being stuck in a house.

"I think it should be to find out if there are any onomatopoeia activities nearby. If not, return to normal life. Even, we should call Crowley." When he said this, Sarah Tom paused, calling a demon, still kind of weird.

"We should know if there is any change in hell after Ruby's death." Dean continued.It seemed like Sam had come to terms with the whole Ruby thing and stopped blaming Dean, if only for that, Dean could be content.

Of course, the simple things must be done first. Dean dialed Crowley's phone and listened to the thick Scottish accent: "Hello?"

"Hi, Crowley, I'm Dean Winchester."

"Is the fawn not there? I want to talk to the fawn," Crowley said critically.Dean reluctantly handed the phone to Sam, who was puzzled.

"Hi, Xiaolu, what have you been up to recently? Is it one step closer to our great cause?"

"Crowley, are you just waiting for us to finish everything?" Sam said sharply.

"Of course not. I'm sending someone to investigate Lilith's whereabouts, and the result may be soon. Is your Colt okay?"

"I don't need to worry about this. Do you have any other news from your side? For example, Ruby?"

"I'm not Ruby's friend, how can I know what's going on with her?" said Crowley, quickly adding: "I don't have any news from her."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other: good, at least the news of Ruby's death hasn't come out yet.

"Keep in touch, Crowley." Sam said casually before hanging up the phone.

"It seems that Ruby may have acted alone. Maybe we really misunderstood her, Dean." Sam looked at Dean with a little blame in his eyes.