[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Chapter 15

I saw a young man in his early twenties standing at the top of the stairs, with short golden brown hair, hazel green eyes, and a face that was so handsome that he could almost be called pretty.Leather jacket and jeans, the most ordinary clothes just wear a chic and uninhibited taste.He held a large-caliber double-barreled shotgun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at Sam.It can be said that if he hadn't recognized Sam's face, the young man's finger on the trigger would have been pulled down.

The person standing at the top of the stairs at this time is not Dean Winchester, who is it!

Sam looked at Dean above him in a daze. Although he always wanted to reunite with Dean, he waited for Dean all night last night, and even made up his mind to get rid of Brady Wright and go to Dean. Well, but Dean suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Sam a little bit at a loss for a while.

Sam was dumbfounded, and so was Dean.Holding a shotgun, he couldn't help but said, "Sam, why are you here?"

"I..." Just as Sam was about to explain, he suddenly remembered that this is Palo Alto, where Stanford University is located, and tonight is a game night event hosted by the fraternity on campus. Have no purpose.

So, it's normal for him to appear here, but it's not right that Dean, who has been hunting demons with his father all these years, appears here?Given that he waited for him all night last night, all night!From full of nervous anticipation and uneasiness to worry, depression and anxiety, Dean wiped him out!

...although Dean didn't know he was waiting for him.

Sam silently swallowed the grievance of last night, but now he is not ready to give in.He poked his neck, wanting to slap him back—no matter how you looked at it, Dean who appeared here was even more suspicious.

However, before Sam could reply, Dean's slightly relaxed expression suddenly tensed up when he looked at Sam.

He raised the shotgun in his hand, and with a "bang", a salt bomb sounded behind Sam on the left.

Now is not the time for the two brothers to exchange messages, they are in a haunted place where countless crazy ghosts want to kill the two remaining living people.

Although surprised by Sam's existence, it didn't affect Dean's fighting consciousness.One after another, the salt bombs exploded in the ghosts' bodies. Although they were not fatal injuries, they greatly hindered the attack of these ghosts.

Dean pulled the trigger with rage, thinking of Brady Wright, the demon masquerading as Sam's best friend.Dean didn't want to appear in front of Sam on any occasion, he didn't want to disturb Sam's life, but obviously, the devil invited Sam as well as him.

Not too hard to guess, isn't it.

Thinking about Sam's childhood and their life on the edge of danger, those adventure and death games that young people regard as exciting have always been kept away by Winchester.Because for those people, it's new and exciting.But for them, this is a helpless life.

Sam will not take the initiative to participate in such activities unless he is seriously invited by a friend.

Dean has no doubts about the influence Brady Wright had on Sam during this period.

Seeing Dean pursing his lips and shooting one shot after another, he kept walking towards him, ready to meet him. Of course Sam wanted to join the battle, and he thought of the dagger he had thrown out of his hand.

He instinctively wanted to summon his short blade.

But he looked at Dean, and he remembered Dean's worry and irritability when he showed his power due to the blood of the devil in his previous life. Sam gritted his teeth, grabbed the bottle holder that someone had discarded at the stairs, and suddenly Sweep towards the ghosts pouring from the walls.

The iron bottle holder directly shattered the ghost's body, Sam got up and stepped back towards Dean.When his back was pressed against Dean's, Sam let out a silent breath, and his eyes were wet for a moment.

Dean, his brother, his stupid, self-righteous older brother, he's finally back by his side.

The black dagger that fell on the ground disappeared without a sound, and quietly returned to Sam's body.The weapon in his hand was obviously close at hand, but Sam was holding on to the bottle hanger in his hand tightly. The existence of the short blade could find a reason to take it out, and now is not the time.

The long-lost brothers joined forces, and Sam and Dean quickly retreated to the corridor on the sixth floor.

Unlike the other five floors that were brightly lit, the only light on the sixth floor was the fluorescent sticks scattered on the ground that were emitting blue light.

Dean grabbed Sam and rushed into the room by the stairs, closed the door hard, picked up the salt bucket next to the door, and repaired the salt line that was rubbed off when the door was opened.

"Dean, why are you here?" Sam put down the bottle holder in his hand, feeling the protective barrier built with salt wire in the room, and asked the doubts that had been lingering in his heart just now.

Dean didn't speak, but turned out a portable flagon and a silver knife from his backpack.He poured a sip of the holy water from the jug into his mouth, and then took the silver knife to cut a gash on his forearm.After finishing this, Dean handed Sam the wine jug containing holy water and the bloody silver knife.

Sam: "..."

Holy water is for demons, and silver swords are for shapeshifters.

This operation can be said to be very Dean.

But, is Dean so vigilant at this time?

Well, maybe the place where they reunited this time is not very ideal.

Sam pursed his lips, took the jug, and after taking a sip of the holy water, he also cut a wound on his arm with a silver knife.

After finishing all this, Sam looked at Dean and said, "Is it all right?"

After the most basic identification, Dean bent his lips and reached out to hug Sam.

Sam slowly raised his hand, and when he wanted to hug Dean back, Dean let go of his hand, patted Sam on the shoulder instead, and said, "...Dude, I haven't seen you for four years. Got bigger."

In fact, what Dean wants to feel more is the change of time. After all, for Dean, he was with 32-year-old Sam the day before yesterday, and together they witnessed the broken darkness engulfing the whole world.

Sam: "Oh, I've... um, long time no see, you... um..."

Dean didn't seem to have so many sentimental emotions. When Sam was full of complexity and excitement, and had too much to say but didn't know where to start, Dean had already turned around and took out a handful of words from his backpack. New shot-gun.

He quickly loaded the shotgun with salt bombs, and said lightly, "I'm here to handle a case."

Sam froze, then realized it was Dean answering his previous question.

"...Oh, the case." Sam twitched the corners of his lips in embarrassment. To be honest, such a reunion was completely beyond Sam's imagination, whether it was the embarrassment thrown out by the ghost just now, or the current him. A slightly stiff vibe with Dean.

In his previous life, Dean took the initiative to find him. Although Sam was very distressed at the time, he actually held the initiative.If he insisted not to go with Dean, Dean would not force him.

But now?

Dean didn't come to see him last night, and they met on a case that Dean was working on.

Damn!

It is impossible for him to change his attitude immediately, and returning without a proper reason is too abrupt.

Dean didn't go to see Sam. He understood that Sam's silence at this time meant everything. At this time, Sam didn't want Winchester's troubles to come to him again.

He swears by Winchester's name that this time, he really, really didn't mean to drag Sam into the water.

After filling the barrel of the shotgun with salt bombs, Dean pulled the barrel back with force, then threw the shotgun to Sam, saying: "Next, I hope you will not forget the most basic shooting skills. "

Sam caught the double-barreled shotgun reflexively, and blurted out, "Are you kidding, Dean?"

Dean snorted, he saw Sam's skillful action of receiving the gun, this is the brand of Winchester, no matter how long Sam escapes, this brand will always follow him.No matter how beautiful and peaceful the lives of ordinary people look, a Winchester can never really let go of his whole body and mind and devote himself to it. They always maintain the most basic vigilance and vigilance against the outside world.

And what Sam is better than Dean is that Sam will not lose hope in life, he always believes that he can live the life of an ordinary person.As for Dean, he spent the rest of his life fighting, and it would be great if he could drag all the monsters into hell together.

Dean lowered his head to fill the shotgun in his hand with salt bombs, he said nonchalantly, "I didn't expect to meet you here, I thought you were interested in this kind of activity where... young people seek excitement Not interested. You have to pay attention to living here yourself, and don’t get close to places where supernatural creatures are used to haunt.”

Since you are determined to stay away from the life of hunting demons, you should not go near this haunted place.Those young people don't understand anything, thinking that they are the most daring and exciting, what consequences will this bring, doesn't Sam, a former witcher who has never had the supernatural side of the world since he was a child, still not know!

Sam's expression froze, if Brady Wright hadn't invited here, how could he come to such a place.Sam alone saw five people who died in this mental hospital this time, not to mention how many people died in the corner he didn't pay attention to.

Sam was too confident in himself, he was so confident in killing the demon Brady, that he didn't even do the most basic intelligence gathering, and he had no idea what was going to be here at 1650 Channing Avenue.

The last 3S-level mission world consumed most of Sam's collection, and the last thing was also exhausted on Jessica. When he came here, he didn't even prepare the most common but very useful pure salt Put it in the space hidden in the short blade.

Sam with double blades is enough to deal with most difficulties, but he can't save others.

The scariest thing was that Sam didn't feel bad or guilty about it.

He does not rejoice at saving the lives of others, nor does he suffer at the failure to save those lives.It's not that he has no feelings, it's just that his feelings divide his life into two parts, one part that he can't give up no matter what, and the other part that he will give up decisively due to the constraints of the situation.

Sam silently looked at Dean's back. Rather than explaining that he was not the kind of reckless young man who didn't know the heights of the world, he cared more about what Dean said—whether he didn't expect to meet him here , I still don't want to meet him, Sam can still feel it faintly.