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The psychic figured out a way.Which angel took him away?Cassidio? "

"His name is Uriel, but I believe Cassie is with him too."

"Wait for my call." Bobby hung up the phone after dropping this sentence.

When Sam used his footsteps to measure the size of the room for the thousand and first time, Bobby called: "We used ancient secrets to find a place. There is an abandoned factory outside San Antonio. Dean is likely to find a place." It’s right there. It’s not a small area, and it’s hard for you to search the entire factory by yourself, so I’ll set off immediately to meet you there.”

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam grabbed his coat and ran out.

Coming to the location Bobby pointed out, Sam unfolded the map of the city area.This factory occupies a large area. It looks like it should have been a chemical factory in the past. There are a lot of storage tanks in it, and forklifts are parked on some side roads.

Sam was thinking about where the angels could lock Alastair. Maybe the angels didn't care too much about chemicals, maybe industrial salt was still a good thing, but he decided to go to the office building first to try his luck.A day and a night had passed, and he didn't want to wait for Bobby to show up, he should be a few hours away—Sam guessed that Bobby would have the same minimal rest time as he did.But anything could happen during this time, Sam didn't want to gamble on Cassidio's help, and the way Dean was desperately suppressing his painful heart last time could still appear in front of his eyes.

He sneaked into the office building with ease, and found a few scattered footprints on the dusty floor.Angels seem surprisingly unguarded and without hidden common sense. "Because they don't have much to fear?" thought Sam.

The entire office building was so empty that Sam could almost hear his own heartbeat.He walked up to the second floor lightly, and there seemed to be some noise coming from the end of the second floor.Sam came out with a gun in his hand. Although he knew it was useless to the angel, he hoped that it would somewhat hinder him.The door to a room at the end of the corridor was open, and it was from here that the sound came.Sam looked inside and found that Dean was sitting on a chair with blood on his face, and Cassidio was standing next to him.

"Dean!" Sam quickly put the gun back in, ran into the room, knelt down in front of Dean, raised his hand and tried to wipe the blood on Dean's face, anger churned in his heart: "Who did it? Uriel? I swear I'm absolutely going to kill him."

"Sammy!" Dean looked a little flustered when he saw Sam: "Where did you come from? Didn't you meet Alastair?"

"No, what's the matter? He ran away? Did he hurt you?"

Dean seemed a little dizzy, and his whole body leaned forward. Sam hurriedly supported Dean's shoulders with both hands.Dean closed his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the blood that flowed to his eyes, and sat up straight at the same time: "It's Alastair, he escaped about 5 minutes ago, but we will find him." , Dean looked at Cassidio, who nodded and left the room.

"Didn't they catch Alastair? Didn't they treat him like a VIP and let him move freely?" Sam looked at Dean worriedly, stood up, and reached out to help Dean take off his coat: "You Is it badly hurt? Might have to bear with it, there's nothing to do here. Feel sick? Dizzy?"

"It's just a little flesh wound. There was a little accident before. The water pipe inside leaked and wet the devil trap painted on the ground. The trap didn't work." Dean took off his coat obediently. The soft tissue was contused, but he had tried his best to protect himself. The actual injury should not look serious, but the rib pain was a little serious.

Sam checked Dean roughly and found that, as he said, the wound was not very serious, but it must have hurt, and Alastair knew torture, even if his weapons were only his own hands.Sam took off his coat, put it on Dean, and reached out to support him: "Can you try to stand up?"

"No problem." Dean took a deep breath, then frowned, and tried to stand up with Sam's strength: "I just want to see a bottle of whiskey right now."

Sam grinned and slipped his hands under Dean's armpit, wrapping his arms around his back, to support him.Unexpectedly, Sam turned his head and brushed Dean's hair with his lips, like a butterfly's wings touched lightly, and then left immediately, so lightly that even Dean didn't notice it.Dean was clutching his ribs, frowning, wishing he could walk on his own.

A small smile fell on the corner of Sam's mouth. He had never felt such happiness: he could not be humane to others, could not be known by others, could not get close to his dearest person without any trace, but he could be at the nearest distance Help him, you can see him almost all the time, share the burden of life with him, and watch him get the happiness he deserves...

Thinking of this, Sam's eyes dimmed slightly, and he unconsciously exerted some force on Dean's hand.Dean stood still in surprise and looked at Sam.Sam was obviously distracted, and there was a flash of expression on his face. If Dean had to say it, he would call it sad.

Feeling that Dean stopped, Sam also stopped: "What? Does it hurt? Maybe you can wait here, I will drive the car over, there is still a little distance from the parking position, because I am afraid of disturbing those Angel."

"No, I'm fine." Dean gasped again, and now his whole body hurts like being stepped on by an elephant: "I just think you can stop looking at me like a terminally ill patient, or three Today I am the same as usual. And this injury is completely worth it, Uriel did not get what he wanted, we know a little truth about the seal, and I, know who the real murderer is?"

"How do you know? Is it possible that Alastair could tell so many secrets?" Sam was very surprised.

"Don't forget the dreams we had. Although it didn't appear for a while, I guess it was because we changed the trajectory of our fate. But the moment I saw Uriel, those visions appeared again. I saw countless Angels fell into the world, and they killed each other, and Uriel was one of them."

"Did you tell Cassie this?"

"I just told him there was no chance of that pipe being leaking at that hour, and suggested he start with someone who knew where Alastair was, and he accepted my advice. If all goes well, say Maybe it's our job, and the whole mess that prevented Lucifer's resurrection can be solved." Dean tilted his head with a smile.

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"Sam, you are so reckless!" Bobby complained and took off his hat and threw it on the table, messing up his already messy hair: "What if Uriel didn't leave?"

"Bobby, stop complaining." There was a bit of pleading in Sam's tone, because Dean was looking at him with the same disapproving eyes: "If Uriel is really there and really wants to do something to us, Then only Cassidio can stop it."

"Wait, why did Uriel leave? Didn't he really want to know the outcome of the interrogation?" Bobby said to Dean.

"Maybe it's to avoid becoming a suspect for letting Alastair escape." Dean was applying ice packs for himself with an ice pack in his hand: "Although Cassie is willing to listen to us, we don't have any direct evidence. Can only hope Cassie finds something out for himself. His position in Heaven is a little awkward, if I ask you."

"Those angels are stone-headed." Sam also took the opportunity to complain, hoping that the two people on the opposite side would divert their attention from his reckless behavior. "Did God tell them to torture and interrogate a demon?"

"Of course not. Is there any need for him to investigate anything? I mean, all the seals or apocalypses were either done by him or by his subordinates. There is no need to ask others. I think these things It's all made by the angels themselves, maybe God doesn't care if Lucifer escapes at all." Dean curled his lips.

"If only God could beat up those brats." Bobby pulled up a chair, sat down, and asked with concern, "Dean, are you sure you're okay? Didn't Sam say he just watched When it came to you, you seemed a little dizzy?"

"I'm pretty sure, I'm just in terrible pain right now." With that said, Dean picked up the whiskey in hand and took a sip.He had already drank a lot just now, and now his eyes looked a little confused.

"Okay." Bobby seemed convinced by Dean, and patted him on the shoulder: "Take a break. Damn, can't we figure out some way to avoid those goddamn angels? As if we weren't enough It's annoying."

"Maybe Cassie can help us think of something when he comes back." Dean tilted his head, looked past Bobby, and looked into the distance.

After Bobby left, Sam also picked up his wallet: "I'm going to buy something for dinner."

"No need, just order some takeaway, pizza, burgers are fine. Now I want to talk to you."

Sam looked at Dean in surprise at first, Dean would never talk like that, but it made Sam feel a little happy.He smiled, picked up his mobile phone to order food, and then sat across from Dean: "What do you want to say?"

"Sammy, I'm so glad you came to my rescue, whether it was this time or the time in hell. I always thought you'd be very happy