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With a scream, he disappeared in place.Dean looked down and saw that he had returned to the painting, and the edge of the painting was slowly burning for some reason.The tongue of flames quickly engulfed the entire portrait, and the last pair of eyes were full of determination.

"Is this suicide?" Sam asked uncertainly.

"I don't know." Dean said, straightened up and stood up, and asked casually, "You just talked about what love is?"

"It's mainly because he's talking and I'm listening. He's a master at observing people. I dare not say that what he said is completely wrong. But I really envy him for doing everything he can for love, even though he only loves himself." Sam put his hands in his pockets and looked at Dean, and Dean looked at Sam. This was probably the first time since returning from hell that the two brothers were staring at each other seriously without any avoidance.

The guarded seal

Sam and Dean sat in the car, and the car was silent on the way to California.Sam stared out the window in a daze, Dean concentrated on driving.But they were all satisfied with this silence. The tense and anxious feeling that existed in the car before, and they couldn't speak and didn't know how to deal with it disappeared for the time being after the Narcissus incident. Just a little microwave, but both Sam and Dean chose not to talk about it.Although they haven't discussed it and don't know each other's thoughts, they both tacitly try to guard the last line of defense in their hearts, and at the same time bear self-condemnation.After knowing their own hearts in different ways, they instead strive to maintain a friendly and clear brotherhood.

Sam found that during these days, Dean's behavior was a lot more restrained. He no longer casually lay on Sam's bed eating snacks, watching TV, and no longer forced Sam to listen to old-fashioned rock and roll—even though Sam was used to it. They're gone, they don't play tricks on him anymore, and he doesn't even drink much alcohol.Although Sam didn't quite understand the reason for this change, he welcomed the result.

Dean also found that during this period of time, Sam no longer had trouble with himself, no matter what he said, he could listen obediently, just like the image of his younger brother he had always expected.This kind of Sam made him feel sincerely happy, but also a little distressed because he didn't understand the intention of his sudden change.

After Dean was finally willing to go out to work, Cassidio appeared again, but this time he only appeared in front of Sam, just like the failed persuasion last time, which made him lose confidence in persuading Dean.

"We have sent people to the Devil's Gate, and there is no report of Lilith's appearance." Cassidio told Sam about the efforts they had made since they left last time: "Is Dean willing to come out and work?"

"So-so." Sam curled his lips: "I think he doesn't want to work because he cares about something, but I'm not sure, and I don't think he wants to talk to me. As for work, he will do it, will he cooperate with you? ?I don't know, you need to ask him personally, he's rarely been so capricious as he is now."

"I've tried my best to buy you time." Cassidio said still expressionlessly, but Sam could see a trace of confusion and concern in his eyes: "But the upper management is already dissatisfied with Dean's negative attitude, If I can't give them an answer that satisfies them, maybe they will switch to another angel to contact you, maybe a tougher person."

"I can talk to Dean, but what exactly do you want us to do?"

"We need Dean to prevent the lifting of the seal and prevent the emergence of the devil Lucifer."

"But why must it be Dean?" Sam folded his arms. "Is there anything else you haven't told us, Cassidio?"

"This is God's decision. He appointed Dean to do this. I have no authority to intervene, let alone question it. But if it is beneficial to help Dean make a decision, I can find a way to help you find out."

"Thanks, Cassidio." Sam smiled at him.Cassidio still had no expression, but Sam read helplessness and worry from his eyes again.

"Are you talking to Cassie just now?" Dean sat on the sofa, watching an old action movie on TV, and said to Sam who walked into the room without looking back.

"Eh? Oh, did you hear that?" Sam walked towards Dean, but changed his mind halfway, and sat on his own bed: "It seems that God sent him to persuade you to join the work to stop the seal from being lifted as soon as possible .”

"It can't be God," Dean asserted.

"Yeah, I think so too. There seems to be something wrong with the whole thing, and Cassie doesn't know much. We should be able to trust Cassie, right?"

"I trust him because he has no sense of humor, he can't even catch a pun, and I don't think he's going to lie to us like that."

"What do you want to answer him?" asked Sam again.

Dean licked his lower lip habitually: "I still don't want to get involved in these things, but in fact, we have been involved in it for a long time. I absolutely can't spare Lilith, and I can't forgive Alastair. So I'm afraid we still have to get involved, subduing demons and eliminating demons, family business."

"They'll be glad they know." Sam smiled, but wasn't pleased about it.

"So I want to go to California. It is said that something strange happened there. The hailstones that fell there a while ago were all red and melted like blood." Dean looked serious.

"When did you find this out?" Sam asked in amazement.

"Bobby called me the day before yesterday and sounded really happy that we were going out because he said we were going to run out of his wine stock."

"You didn't tell him that you're close to quitting drinking?" Sam said deliberately.

"Forget it, I don't want to be a saint and die dry. This way life will lose a lot of fun." Dean gave Sam a white look.

Sam couldn't hold back, laughing at Dean's supposedly profane remark.

After entering the range of California, Sam bought a newspaper at the convenience store of the gas station, which reported the expert's explanation for the red hail: due to the tornado that happened nearby, the red algae in the lake was also rolled into the sky , When strong convective weather occurs, it is mixed in the hail and falls on the ground. Red is the color of algae after being squeezed and broken.

"It seems reasonable." Sam pouted and said, "The media always like to make a fuss. What could be more eye-catching than 'bloody hail from the sky'? Maybe this time it has nothing to do with the seal."

"'The first angel blew the trumpet, and the sky rained hail mixed with blood and fire' Bobby read this passage from the Bible to me today. He said that not long ago, several hunters died inexplicably at home. One of them, named Daly, found that they all died at the hands of ghosts, and those ghosts had 'witness marks' on their bodies, which was a sign of the apocalypse. The hail of blood and fire from the sky also Counting the signs of the apocalypse mentioned in the "Bible", we need to look for any signs of broken seals." Dean said casually to Sam, pulling the snack bag in his hand.

"Dean." Sam's voice was a little unhappy. "Why is Bobby only contacting you now? And why did you wait until I asked to tell me these things?"

"There's no special reason, it's just a coincidence." Dean pursed his lips helplessly and looked at Sam: "The first time was because I was buying dinner for us when he called, and the second time was because you went to take a shower. As for not telling you in time, this is my fault." Dean raised his hands as if surrendering: "Next time, let Bobby call you directly?"

"I think you still don't have much enthusiasm for this job." Sam said, turning on the computer, trying to check what the Bible said about this monster.

"No, of course I'm enthusiastic. In fact, I'm quite enthusiastic." Dean said without sincerity, blinking at Sam.

Sam smiled helplessly, looking down at the computer screen.Soon, he habitually explained to Dean what he found: "There is no special news on the Internet, and there are no signs of demons appearing, except for this strange hailstone."

"What will the seal look like? Will there be any markings on it?"

"I think there should be one, like the Seal of the Witness."

"Besides this, do we know of any other seals?" Dean rubbed his chin and asked.

"I don't understand it at all. I can only speculate that it is related to the phenomenon mentioned in the Bible." Sam said, his voice lowered, and he focused on certain content on the screen.

"I think this incident is a bit like the one mentioned in it." Sam turned the monitor to Dean, showing him the new news that appeared on the Internet.

The news mentioned that nosocomial infection was suspected in a hospital in San Francisco. The patient would develop a high fever, then go into a coma, and die within a few days.Fortunately, the disease did not spread widely, but no one knew the cause of the disease.

"It's similar to the episode where the plague fell from the sky, doesn't it? And the San Francisco area is very close to where the bloody hail falls." Sam said after seeing Dean finish reading the news.

"Anyway, we'll have to go and see to find out."

The next day, Sam and Dean arrived in San Francisco. Dean looked at the city and said nostalgicly: "Do you remember? When we were young, Dad took us to a Giants game once. That was a really good game.”

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