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to find Alastair. "

"where are they?"

"In a town not far from Chicago, Lilith has changed her body. Her strength has basically recovered, and she may be very difficult to deal with. It's a pity that Cassie has his mission, and we can't count on Crowley."

"Sam said that last time he broke free from Lilith's grasp?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to do it, and I can't control that power. If you want me to say, it may be the power left by the yellow-eyed demon in my blood." Sam's mood became a little depressed .

"We don't necessarily fail without that kind of power, as long as we choose the right method." Dean comforted Sam.

"So we're going to do some research around there first, to see if there's any chance to get close to Lilith." Sam looked at Dean and smiled appreciatively, saying that he wasn't affected in any way.

"You must be careful." Bobby's tone was full of worry.

"Don't worry, Bobby, we're just going to investigate."

Sam and Dean were in Chicago, or at least they thought they were, but the city was nothing like they had imagined it to be.It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and probably the whole city stayed on the street. Sam and Dean looked at the fancy decorations on both sides of the street, and thought they had come to the Brazilian carnival.A graceful samba girl in a bikini is parading on the street on a float, the music is deafening, and the crowd below is mesmerized, spraying beer and champagne to each other.

"Is there some holiday here that I don't know about? Or is July 7th two months earlier?" Sam and Dean's car was stuck in a side road, and Dean honked his horn angrily.

"Comeon, Dean, don't you like these the most? At least we don't have to be in Brazil to see Carnival this time."

Dean looked at Sam who was a little nervous and a little excited, and said very reasonablely: "You know, I can let you get off here, and then try to reverse the car and go out to find another way to go , you can find me at the hotel afterwards."

"Why do you think I want to see it?" Sam frowned. "In fact, what I want to do most now is to find a comfortable bed that allows me to stretch my legs. Last night I opened a car." All night drive."

"Ok, ok, don't complain, Giant, I'll consider buying a truck next time, okay?"

"If you are really willing to sell this car."

"Sell her? Don't even think about it!"

Bickering like this, the brothers found the nearest hotel.However, they found that, unfortunately, there was only one room left, and only one bed.

"Hey, listen. Look, we're brothers, can you get us a room with two beds?" Dean tapped his fingers on the countertop irritably.

"You can look at the grand occasion outside, and I dare say that if you don't make a decision immediately, the last room will be booked soon."

"Come on, Sam, I'm sure there'll be a hotel here with a room."

"That's right, sir, you can try the Hilton one street away. As far as I know, there are only a few vacancies there." The counter lady glanced at Sam and Dean with a sweet and malicious smile .

Dean took Sam and walked a few steps away from the counter: "Shall we go to another hotel to try our luck? I don't think all the hotels will be fully booked."

"Wait a minute." Sam took out his mobile phone and connected to the Internet. After a few minutes, he smiled wryly and handed the mobile phone to Dean: "She didn't lie, all the hotels in the city stopped making reservations. Show full."

"What the hell is wrong with this city?" Dean's voice rose a little.

"We are just planning to launch a new project to attract tourists. Besides, since you are brothers, what does it matter if you sleep in the same bed temporarily?" the counter lady answered softly.

"You're fine, so I'm fine." Dean shrugged and said, but in his heart, he still hoped that Sam would accept this opinion, although since Sam was 5 years old, the two of them have hardly slept on the same bed. bed.

"No eating in bed, no snoring," Sam said seriously, but Dean didn't notice that his ears were slightly red.

"I've never snored before." Dean said dissatisfiedly, walked to the counter, took out his credit card: "Well, you won us." Dean habitually blinked at her.

"Actually, I'm going to get off work soon." She smiled and handed Dean the room key, with a small note on it: "If you want to see some attractions that tourists don't know, call me, My name is Caroline."

Dean raised his eyebrows, and stuffed the key and the note into his pocket noncommittally.

"I don't have to buy your dinner anymore, do I?" Sam swung his bag over his shoulder, a little bit of jealousy popped up, and he pushed it back again, telling himself: It's normal for Dean to be like this .Dean had been astonished at how clean he had been in the latest phase, and maybe Dean was just recovering from the ordeal he had encountered earlier.

"Are you kidding me? I'm starving to death. You'd better pack your luggage quickly, and then we'll see if there's anything delicious nearby."

"Wow." Sam couldn't help laughing: "Is this still the Dean I know? Or is that lady just not pretty enough?"

"What kind of image do I have in your heart?" Unexpectedly, Dean stopped, looked up into his eyes, his expression was unexpectedly serious, but in his heart, he was a little irritable: Could it be Can't Sam just stop asking these silly questions?Is he supposed to say, "Hey man, I just want to think about how to make you fall in love with me too, let's stop talking about these irrelevant people"?He might be a little crazy, but not that far.

"Hey, I was just joking. What's wrong with you?" Sam was a little flustered, Dean is not usually such a person who can't afford to joke.

"Okay. I probably didn't pay much attention to this before, because there wasn't a girl I could spend my life with, so just a night was fine. But now I don't want to do it. So," Dean pulled out the A note, rolled up into a ball, was thrown into the trash can in the corner: "It's that simple." With that said, Dean walked towards the room with his bag.

"So you mean you've found true love? The one you want to spend your life with?" Sam chased after him, asking with a smile, even though he found it increasingly difficult to maintain that smile: "I don't even know when you Met that person, come on, Dean, you can't even hide this kind of thing from me, can you never let me see her?"

"Idiot." Dean said, stood at the door and looked at Sam calmly, pushed the door open, and then they were stunned by the decoration of the room.

In the center of the room is a large round bed, with revolving spotlights hanging from the ceiling, and a small stage in the corner.

"Oh my God, what kind of decoration taste is this?" Sam felt that this decoration style was a bit hurtful to the eyes.

Dean put the bag on the ground very freely: "At least this bed is big enough, I don't think I will need to kick you to the ground in the middle of the night."

"Maybe I kicked you to the ground, if you think so. No, listen to me, I think it's fine if you just sleep on the ground tonight." Sam held up his index finger for emphasis.

"Good idea." Dean smiled smugly, and threw himself directly on the bed.The soft touch of the mattress made him stretch unconsciously: "Now all we need is a good meal."

"Dean." Sam couldn't believe it. "Are you asking me to buy dinner myself?"

"Why not? It's your turn, elf."

"OK." Sam put down the bag very helplessly: "Looking forward to your dinner."

When Sam came back with dinner, Dean had fallen asleep on his stomach with one hand hanging from the edge of the bed, a sports magazine lying on the floor, and loud rock music playing beside him.

Sam turned off the music and lightly picked up the rolled blanket beside him and laid it over Dean, thanking the hotel for at least two blankets.Sam stood by the bed, looking at Dean's sleeping face.Even in his sleep, Dean didn't seem to get any relaxation, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the lines of his back were slightly tensed.Sam couldn't help stretching out his hand, trying to smooth the wrinkles between Dean's brows, but just before touching Dean, Sam stopped moving.He needed to clench his hands into fists to resist the urge to hug Dean, but Sam knew that Dean would spot his movements the first time. "It's better to pretend to be asleep and try again." Sam thought, and couldn't help showing a mocking smile: "What kind of coward must this be, to dare not even say that he likes it, but only dare to take advantage of it secretly?" He's trying to get a hug while he's asleep?"

Sam took off his coat, dressed discreetly in long trousers and a short-sleeved top, pulled back the blanket on his side, and lay down.Dean seemed to feel something, turned over with a "hum", his face was very close to Sam's face, and his soft breath blew on Sam's face.Sam almost jumped up, and jerked back some distance, his hand on his chest to calm his beating heart.

Sam hesitates to sleep on the floor, and waits until the next morning to say it's because Dean's sleeping position is so bad it's unbearable.If you really slept like this for a night, it would be too exciting, and Sam wondered if his heart could take it.But looking at Dean, he couldn't bear to look away.Sam wants to find out