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step, staring at him and asking.

"The picture disappeared very quickly. It feels gray as a whole, with patterns of unknown nature on it. I've never seen such patterns." Dean propped his head with his hands as if feeling a headache.

"Hey, Dean, are you okay?" Sam pressed his hand reassuringly on Dean's. Dean raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and took a step back at the same time, and was almost caught by the stone steps on the side of the road. stumble. "Hey, hey, man, relax, you look like you saw a ghost." Sam hurriedly reached out and grabbed Dean's arm.

"I just remembered." Dean withdrew his hand without a trace: "The pattern is like a twisted knot."

"Like this?" Cassidio drew a crooked pattern on Sam's notebook.

"Uh, almost." Dean twitched his mouth when he saw Cassidio's style of painting.

"This is the mark of Beelzebub, so we will know who we are facing. This is probably a distress signal from the prophet to you."

"Ghost King Beelzebub?" Both Sam and Dean were surprised: "Then what can we do to save these people?"

"What the ghost king can do, of course, is to allow ghosts to possess people. This seal probably needs to kill people with prophetic blood, because people who have the same job as me are distributed in various states, and there is more than one future prophet. I am facing this danger. I have to inform my companions first." As he spoke, Cassidio looked towards the sky, and after a few minutes, he lowered his head.

"That's all right?" Dean blinked suspiciously: "Is there an invisible antenna on your head or something? Sending signals directly to Angel Radio?"

"Do you see that I have horns on top of my head?" Cassidio raised his hands above his head, making a gesture of horns.Sam almost burst out laughing: Who said Cassie had no sense of humor?

"So what exactly are we going to do?" Dean decided to bring the conversation back to normal.

"Of course we want to exorcise ghosts." Cassidio lowered his hand naturally, as if what he just did was just a very ordinary action.

"We're good at repelling ghosts, it just takes a little bit of time and space."

"No, the ghosts driven by Beelzebub are different from what we usually call ghosts or ghosts. The ghosts he drives have no IQ and no special power. They just absorb human energy and eventually consume them to death."

"What shall we do then?"

"If I can get in, all I need is a small amulet, and the ghost will leave naturally."

"But you can't get into the hospital..." Sam felt a little headache.

"I have a little way..." Dean raised his lips.

An hour later, Sam, Dean, and Cassidio came outside the hospital again. The difference was that this time Cassidio was wearing a priest's costume.

As soon as Cassidio walked into the hospital, a security guard came up and said, "Hey, I think I said you're not allowed to come near here again." The security guard held a baton and looked very nervous, as if he was afraid that Cassidio would attack him.

"Is there some misunderstanding between you?" Dean lowered his voice to Cassidio.

"I accidentally threw him out." Cassidio also whispered.

Sam cleared his throat and showed a gentle smile: "That's right, he is a priest from Eastern Europe who was entrusted to confess a patient here, but his English is very poor, and what he may say may be confusing The nurse misunderstood. He was an innocent and good man."

"Good guy? He threw me from one end of the hall to the other," the security guard complained.

"Well, he is a good man with great strength, and sometimes he can't control himself. But if he wants to do bad things, you can't stop him with his strength, can you?"

The security seemed to be persuaded by Sam, thought for a moment, got out of the way, and just watched them walking towards the ICU with suspicious eyes.

After entering the ICU, Dean and Sam pestered the nurse and asked various questions. Cassidio took the opportunity to walk around the room and quickly left the room. Sam and Dean also left the room.Before the nurse understood what these three people did, she discovered that the patients who were in a coma gradually opened their eyes one by one. She hurried to call the attending physician, and left the matter of these three people in the the back of the head.

Sam and Dean sat in the car happily, but Cassidio stood outside the car, lingering, and Dean stuck his head out of the car window: "Is there any problem?"

Cassidio lowered his head and said emotionally: "I just received the news that although we rescued these two prophets, it was too late elsewhere, and another seal was opened."

The moods of Sam and Dean also fell. Even if they worked so hard, even if they did succeed, they still didn't prevent the release of the seal. This was a much more difficult task than they imagined.

troublesome angels

"Dean Winchester." As soon as Dean and Sam returned to the hotel, they saw a sturdy black man in a smart suit standing in their room, showing him that he could see exactly eight teeth. With a commercial smile: "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Behind him, Cassidio lowered his head. Although he was still expressionless, Dean and Sam always felt that he was a little gloomy, and wished he could disappear into the shadows behind him.

"Who are you?" Dean put down the bag in his hand and looked at him warily.

His smile froze for a moment, and Casidio behind him took a step forward: "He is Uriel, and he is also an angel."

"What are you doing here?" Dean began to loosen his tie. He was very tired after a day's work, and the angel in front of him gave him a bad feeling. Those visions that hadn't appeared for a long time seemed to be There is another trend that is just around the corner to take the lead.

"If I were you, I would speak more politely." Uriel said with a superior smile: "Cassidio has indulged you too much, and he didn't let you understand that compared to angels, you are no different from ants .”

"Then what's the point of finding two ants?" Dean asked coldly, and Cassidio began to look at him worriedly.

"Fortunately, even ants can play their role." Uriel showed a contemptuous smile: "Although you have caused countless disasters, you still have a chance to make amends - we caught Ala Steyer, he probably knows a lot about Lilith's plans, and should know where she is, and most importantly, you need to ask who is the mastermind who murdered more than one angel recently. But ordinary interrogation won't work for him , we need you," Uriel said to Dean, "Alastair's disciple, come and interrogate him."

"No." Dean replied without thinking: "I can't, I don't want to, I won't do it. As a high-level angel, can't even find out who killed his companion? A small reminder For a moment, the list of people or demons who can kill angels in the world should be very short."

"Yet most of the angels are on this list too. The other is just a demon and I don't see what's wrong with you. Do you think this opportunity to serve heaven is waiting for you at your pillow every day? ?”

"I don't want to because I don't like me like that. Cassie, I never like to torture anyone for anything, even if it's Alastair." Dean looked at Cassidio, expecting him What can I say, because obviously, this Uriel is not here to hear "no".But Cassidio didn't speak.

"Cassidio is basically on probation, so don't expect him to speak for you. We think he's been too kind to humans. Considering the crimes you humans have committed in history, we are really worried that Casidio will be punished. Your corruption."

"But you need this evil human to do things for you." Dean's tone became provocative.

The smirk on Uriel's face disappeared, and when Sam saw this, he stood in front of Dean.

"Do you have a choice?" Uriel sneered and snapped his fingers. He disappeared from the room together with Dean and Cassidio, leaving only Sam panicked in the room.

Dean thought he had just blinked his eyes, and went from the cheaply decorated room of the hotel to a dilapidated, dirty, what looked like an abandoned factory.

"Alastair is inside, you can say whatever you want, we just hope you can finish your work as soon as possible." After Uriel finished speaking, he looked at Dean with a sneer and walked out of the room.

"Cassie." Dean looked at Casidio pleadingly: "Tell me that I don't have to do this. You don't understand the feeling, like I'm going to be a demon, and I can't have some... ...something normal."

"Dean, I'd rather do it myself in exchange for you not having to do this." Cassidio had a rare sad expression on his face.

After a long silence, Dean whispered, "Then I hope no one sees what I did." All expression disappeared from Dean's face, and his eyes became sharper.

"I'll be here guarding the door for you," Cassidio whispered.

Dean walked into the room where Alastair was being held with a determined expression.

Sam dialed Bobby's phone immediately: "Bobby, can you help me find a way, how can I find Dean? He was taken away by an angel, and they asked Dean to torture Aras Tell."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Bobby pondered for a while: "I will find someone