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I just remember you sneaking off out of nowhere after the game and Dad getting really mad. "

"I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, you were no longer where you were." Dean shrugged: "Speaking of which, I really hope that Cassie is here. If the seal appears, can he see it? Since they are all It was created by his father."

"He didn't create any seals." A calm and deep voice said close to the back of Dean's head.Dean turned his head sharply, almost bumping into Cassie who suddenly appeared.

"Can you show up in a normal way?" Dean was taken aback.

"Well, next time I will try to stay outside the door and come in after knocking on the door." Cassidio said seriously.

Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and Sam smiled at them.

"Why are you here? Did you hear our call?" Sam asked.

"No, although I am your liaison officer assigned by heaven, I also have other jobs, and I am here for work."

"What is your job about?" Sam asked curiously.

"This has nothing to do with you, I can't tell you."

"Then Cassie, do you know if any seals here are being broken? Do you think the blood-colored hailstones that happened around here have anything to do with the apocalypse?"

"I think it's related." Casidio thought for a while and said, "This sounds a lot like what was mentioned in your "Apocalypse", but I don't know what the seals are like, you need to Come and investigate, but I can tell you that every seal should be different."

"So why did God make this thing?" Dean lamented.

"As I said, this was not created by God, it was created by the superior angels, just to seal Lucifer."

"Cassie, can you go find the seal with us?"

"Sorry, I still have work and I don't have much time." With that said, Cassidio disappeared on the spot.

"What the hell is he doing here? Dropping in for a chat?" Dean grumbled.

Even if you succeed...

"Nowhere is the messy conditions of the apocalypse better than San Francisco, but what is the seal?!" Dean flipped through the stack of local newspapers in his hand, with a look of impatience on his face: "Is there anyone who needs to be protected? Or What monster will appear? Comeon, come on, don't let me keep looking for clues here, or I will definitely go crazy."

"Dean, I think we should go to the hospital with infectious diseases and have a look, maybe we will find something."

"Sure?"

"It's just intuition. After all, it's more effective than sitting in a room and reading a newspaper." Sam closed the notebook in front of him and picked up his suit.

When they came to the hospital, Sam and Dean felt a tense atmosphere.The reception lady stared at them as they walked into the hospital, and immediately stood up: "May I ask you two to find someone?"

Dean and Sam took out the CDC ID from their pockets: "We have received a report that there has been a nosocomial infection in the hospital, and we need to see the person in charge."

"Please wait a moment." The reception lady's face immediately became serious, picked up the intercom phone, said a few words in a low voice, and said to Sam and Dean: "The person in charge will meet you in the first meeting room, by the way Go to the end of the corridor, the room on the left is."

Soon, a bald, middle-aged man in a suit walked into the meeting room. "I am the person in charge here, Jim Lane. Feel free to ask any questions, but I can assure you that there is no problem with the internal operations of our hospital, and we have tried our best to make it as soon as possible after the incident happened." Clients who were not infected were discharged or transferred."

"Well, it depends on the results of the investigation." Sam said and wrote down a few notes in a small notebook: "Maybe my colleagues will come to take samples for inspection after a while. Do you know what caused the epidemic in the hospital?" Explode inside?"

"It's very inappropriate to describe it as an outbreak." Jim looked dissatisfied and was eager to throw the responsibility away: "In fact, only a dozen people were infected, and they were all from different departments. Family members or family members who had close contact with the patient None of the other patients got the disease, and we're still trying to figure out why, and it looks like they just got sick for no reason, and the blood tests didn't turn up any known or unknown viruses."

"This is the consequence of overuse of antibiotics." Dean glanced at Sam and made a grimace.

"How are the patients doing now?" Sam asked, turning his head.

"Four have passed away, the rest are in the ICU, and they are the only ones there."

"Can we go and have a look?"

Jim hesitated for a while before nodding and asking a nurse to watch Sam and Dean put on their masks before allowing them into the ICU.

Several patients in the ICU were connected to ventilators, lying there quietly, looking haggard.Sam asked the nurse about the conditions of these patients, while Dean walked towards the nearest hospital bed. Lying on it was a young girl with sunken cheeks, a blue-gray complexion, and only cheekbones. The bones had an unnatural flush.

Dean saw her eyeballs rolling under her eyelids, as if in a dream, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was trying hard to open them, but couldn't.

Dean leaned down and gently opened her eyelids. For a moment, their eyes met, but soon, the girl's eyes became absent again.

Dean straightened up and walked over to the next bed, a middle-aged woman this time, plump even after days of sickness.Dean checked on her as well.So Dean checked three or four people.

Dean walked back to the door and patted Sam on the shoulder: "We should go, and come back next time if necessary."

Sam raised his eyebrows and followed Dean out of the hospital. "What did you find?" Sam asked as he got back in the car.

"I checked a few patients, and found that two of them are special: they have a circle of golden patterns around their pupils, which look similar to some kind of writing." Dean said, took Sam's notebook, in Painted on it.

"What kind of text is this? It looks familiar."

"This seems to be Enowen, the legendary language used by angels." Dean said uncertainly.

"If Cassie can be found, he can help us identify it." As soon as Sam finished speaking, someone knocked on the car window, and Cassie was bending over to look at them.

"Could he be following us? How come the timing is so coincidental?" Dean muttered in a low voice and got out of the car.

"Hey, Cassie, passing by again?"

"No, I'm actually here to see you. Did you just enter the hospital? Did you find anything on the patient?" Sam and Dean exchanged meaningful glances. The timing of Cassie's arrival was so coincidental. .

"In fact, we are also looking for you. Dean found this kind of writing around the pupils of the patients. Do you know it?"

Cassidio took the book, glanced at it and said, "This is Enoch's writing, which is written by angels, and it means "see."

"Such a long text means one word?" Dean took the notebook and studied it: "Your expressions are too complicated."

"The reason why it is so complicated is because it has divine power in it. To put it simply, there will be such patterns around the pupils of the prophets, but they usually don't show up. What you are investigating has something to do with my work. We will Let’s act together, okay? The hospital didn’t let me in at all.”

"Why? What did you tell them?" Dean asked curiously.

"I said that I was an angel sent by God. There are some things that need to be investigated here. Then a few men came and wanted to use force against me. I didn't want to hurt them, so I had to leave first."

"Cathy, humans are very unimaginative animals. You can't just walk in and tell them you're an angel." Dean felt powerless.

"Why? This is the truth." Cassidio looked surprised.

"This is my experience of living as a human being for 30 years, just trust me." Dean patted Cassidio on the shoulder, and Cassidio nodded with a confused expression.

"Why don't you tell me what your job is, Cassie." Sam came over and handed Cassio a bottle of drink, and Cassio lowered his head to study the bottle for a while before he seemed to remember something Say thank you."

Sam and Dean couldn't help laughing at the angel's efforts to imitate human manners.

"I'm here to protect the two alternate prophets." Cassidio hesitated for a while, but still didn't drink the bottle of drink: "As far as I know, they are in that hospital."

"There are still alternates for the Prophet?"

"Yes, when a prophet dies, a candidate will awaken and become a new prophet."

"It's really well prepared." Dean twitched the corner of his mouth.

"But we don't even know why they got sick."

"So I need you guys to help me in."

"Can't you just teleport in?" Dean felt very strange.

"The aura of the prophets inside is very chaotic, which caused a certain amount of interference, making it impossible for me to enter their room accurately."

"By the way!" Dean said suddenly, "I just looked at a patient in there, and at that moment, a picture seemed to appear in my mind."

"What's it like?" Cassidio approached Dean