Located in the house in Singh's abandoned vehicle recycling yard, the gloomy atmosphere is everywhere.

In the innermost room, looking at the pale, motionless brown-haired man on the bed, and Dean, who was holding the other person's hand tightly beside him, Bobby, who stood at the door, said in a low tone: "He shouldn't have died, it's all our fault for going too late."

Ellen, the boss next to him, also looked gloomy: "What's the use of saying this now? We should pay more attention to Dean and don't let him do stupid things."

"It really needs to be watched, Winchester's people... Bobby sighed and looked at the big boy who was no different from his son with sad eyes. After a moment of silence, he then diverted his attention and said, "You said, is the demon saying true? The yellow-eyed demon was killed?"

However, he hoped to adjust his mentality, but the boss lady beside him was in a bad mood. "Is this important? Sam is dead."

Bobby was silent when he heard this, and the room fell into silence again.

Although Charles killed Huangyan, the plan for hell was not interrupted. The screening of the Demon Son of the Yellow-Eyed Demon was still carried out under the organizer of a Hell Prince named Dagon. Compared with Huangyan, this "newly advanced" female demon is even more cruel and ruthless.

The so-called Demon Son is an important plan made by the yellow-eyed demon Azazler over the past few decades. The initial purpose is to cultivate an outstanding, acquired demon son, and then use the key to break through the seal that the pure-blooded demon cannot approach and open the demon door.

The deep purpose is to select the human skins that walk on earth for Lucifer, the king of hell.

Sam Wincheston is one of the many demon sons who once surrendered the blood of the demon. He participated in the screening without knowing the inside story, but unfortunately he was stabbed and seriously injured.

By the time the group rescued him, he was in danger. Now, he had completely lost his life.

Dean collapsed because of this, and at this moment he was sitting next to his younger brother, regardless of any situation around him.

Even when the phone rang, he still did.

...

In the quiet room, the phone ringing was loud and harsh, and it continued, so Bobby couldn't help but remind him.

"Dean, maybe something important."

However, the other party did not respond.

In response, Bobby and Ellen looked at each other and looked helpless.

The phone sound went out soon after. Immediately afterwards, the boss's phone suddenly rang.

She took it out of her pocket and looked stunned, then hurriedly answered.

"Shar?" Ellen's words attracted Bobby's attention, and she also asked Bobby's doubts: "Where have you been during this period?"

The other party did not answer the question, but asked directly: "How is Sam? I received a voice message."

Hearing him mention this, Ellen was distracted and said sadly: "He...is not very good."

"What's the meaning?"

"Sam has left us." Looking at Dean not far away, the boss lady replied in a low voice.

"Dead?"

A voice paused across the microphone, and then a faint conversation came.

"Can you resurrect humanity?"

"If there is no surprise, it should be OK."

“What is an accident?”

"If his soul goes to hell, then I can't save him alone."

...

This was like a dead person was saved. The two of them were a little confused when they heard it, but without giving them any more time to think about it, the clear and slightly magnetic voice of the young man came from the phone again: "How long has Sam been dead?"

The microphone sound fell, and before the two of them could respond, Dean, who seemed indifferent not far away, actually could hear all this clearly because of the quiet surroundings.

"Two hours! Two hours and 23 minutes!"

He said as he got up from his seat and rushed over. He looked silent just now, as if he didn't care about anything, and he completely disappeared. He grabbed the phone and repeated again, fearing that the other side would not be able to hear clearly: "Sam died at around 5:30 in the morning, and I remember it very clearly."

Hearing the other side, he talked vaguely with the people around him for a while, so while the three of them were waiting in the room, there was a response in the microphone: "This fool doesn't know where the United States is, what is your longitude and longitude?"

"I'm not a fool." A serious voice came: "I just don't know the way."

"Okay OK, you just don't know the way."

...

Dean couldn't answer the question of latitude and longitude. He was always a poor student when he was in school, and he didn't even understand how to distinguish between latitude and latitude.

So he looked at Old Bobby.

"North latitude: 43°343, West longitude: 96°4215." Bobby answered quickly.

After the words came to an end, before the microphone could continue speaking, a sudden bang sound came from outside the room, as if something had been touched and fell to the ground.

Along with that, there was a loud scream.

"Fake! My computer...who are you?"

"I am an angel." A calm voice replied.

"Ange? I'm still Corte. Get out of here, or I'll call 911 to sue you for breaking into a private house!"

Hearing Arthur's annoyed noise outside, Ellen, the proprietress, was stunned and then hurriedly shouted outside.

"Let him in."

She heard that the voice was exactly the one talking to Charle across the phone, so although she was a little confused, she didn't have much vigilance.

"Get in? OK OK."

After the words came, outside the house muttered a few dissatisfaction, and then a sound of footsteps came.

Charles also explained this, so the few people were quite looking forward to it.

However, for some reason, before they could see the real person, a harsh and loud noise suddenly came from outside!

This sound... the boss's wife Ellen couldn't help frowning, and Bobby, who was very alert, endured the unpleasant noise, pulled out the pistol from her waist and loaded it, then opened the door and looked outside with the gun.

A large amount of dazzling light followed.

...

Indiana, a small town in the back mountain road.

Before I could stop the phone, the gray coat had already lost the presence of the gray coat in my sight.

In response, Charles, who was standing in front of his scrapped car, did not care. He cut off the call and put the phone back in the pocket. Then he was not in a hurry to leave the surroundings. He turned around and swept the mountains and forests on the side, and disappeared on the road again.

Before calling, Charles asked about the conversation he had heard inexplicably before, and got a relatively surprising and somewhat unexpected message.

The dialogue between angels can be carried out across two worlds, such as heaven and earth, so the person who talks with the black angel is not necessarily here.

At least that Cassidio did not sense the presence of angels around him.

In this case, Shire naturally doesn't need to worry about anything anymore, and because of this, he can also go to a safe and unique place - another world with confidence.

I didn't do that before, because I was afraid that other creatures would be watching around me, or that the second angel would be monitoring somewhere.

Now I don't have to be so cautious.

"By the way, I can actually hear private calls between angels?"

The thought flashed in his mind, and he walked along the forest path covered with shade. Charles seemed to raise his hand casually. After taking another step forward, he disappeared into the woods.

The surrounding green and white changed in an instant. Looking around, he came to a plain with ice and snow in the blink of an eye.

The mountains wrapped in snow in the distance are hazy and visible, and nothing is around except snow.

After sweeping around, Charles quietly sensed his own situation.

At this moment, after the delay of Cassidio, the swelling behind him had basically disappeared, but the warm torrent did not stop, but continued.

The temperature inside the body seemed to be increasing as a result, the skin became hot, and the blood flowing under the body surface gradually became rapid. The surroundings were very quiet, and the hot and hot blood flowing like magma seemed to make him hear a slight sound, and his heart beat even more obvious.

It was just strange that Charles did not feel pain from it, but pleasure, a kind of pleasure wrapped in warmth and shrouded in sunlight.

This is not an illusion. The sunlight above his head seems to be really attracted by him. At this moment, the snow around him looks very bright.

The environment was quiet, and Charles stood quietly in this vast snowy plain until about an hour later, the prompt of the Eye of Real emerged.
Chapter completed!