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It's not wrong, maybe it's just the goddamn world, and I bet if we ever go back to Chicago, it'll be the same weird place.Sam, we might be stuck in another world. "

"You mean, a dream world created like a lamp god?"

"If it's a dream world, there shouldn't be so many unreasonable things. Speaking of which, do you think this style looks familiar?"

"Actually," Sam mused, "I once had a dream that was like Groundhog Day. In the dream you died countless times, in different ways, and it was all because of that mischievous elf. "

"So you think that mischievous elf did it this time too? Great, that's exactly how I feel. It's all very much his style, like, the decoration of that room." Dean clicked his tongue.

"But why did he do this? It's not just a prank. He must have some purpose. Is he with the devil? If not, is it possible for us to win him over to help?"

"I have an idea. You know, I have started to have those fragmentary dreams recently. It may be the influence of Alastair. From what you said, I think he is not just a mischievous elf. Simple. We should have killed him more than once, but every time we failed, I even began to wonder if there are mischievous elves in the world." Dean opened the trunk and took out a small bottle.

"What's this?" Sam asked, pointing to the bottle, which he had never seen before and had no idea when Dean got his hands on it.

"Holy oil. Considering we have a little conflict with some angels right now, I think it's safe to carry this. Rufus took a little trouble to get it for me. Maybe it can help us prove something. "

Back at the hotel, this time it wasn't Caroline on duty, and a round-faced, pleasant-looking man with glasses stood behind the counter.

"Caroline isn't working today?"

"Her working hours start at 8 pm. If you have any questions, you can talk to me. My name is John."

"We want to get out of Chicago, which way do you recommend, John." Dean rested his arms on the counter.

"Either way is fine, it depends on where you're going." John's expression seemed a little surprised.

"Are you local, John? Do you know of a quiet, undisturbed building nearby? We, uh, need some space to test the performance of new merchandise."

"There is an old warehouse one street away, and the door lock is broken. Although I don't know what products you want to test, it should be able to meet your needs." John smiled meaningfully: "Just don't make too much noise." Noisy, it's close to the street, and there will be complaints."

"Also, can you help us bring a letter to Caroline?" Dean took out a sealed envelope from his pocket: "When she comes to work, please pass it to her, I think she will like it."

Not long after Caroline took over, Sam and Dean keenly heard the sound of the warehouse door opening, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, and they also saw the beam of the flashlight.

"Is anyone there?" Caroline asked, her footsteps hesitated.Suddenly she stopped, and the flashlight swept the ground, as if she was studying something.

"Hi, Caroline." Dean and Sam came out from behind her: "Do you know what this is?" Dean asked, pointing his chin at the weird symbol on the ground.

"Traces of children's scribbles?" Caroline was taken aback by their appearance at first, but she was relieved when she found out that it was the brothers.

"Probably." Sam shrugged.Dean took out a match from his pocket, lit it and threw it away, a ring of fire surrounded Caroline in the middle.

"What are you doing?" Her tone was panicked.

"We want to know what the hell you have done, and, you'd better let us out, because this fire is lit on the holy oil, even you will be burned to ashes."

"So, you know my identity." Caroline's voice changed into a male voice.A face they had seen before appeared, with the phantom of huge wings behind it.

"Thanks to your unique taste." Dean tilted his head with a smile: "Tell me, why are we trapped here?"

"Because I want you to do something. Of course, the development in the middle is something I didn't expect." The angel's words carried a deep meaning, indicating that he already knew everything.

"Who are you? What do you want us to do?"

"I thought you knew. I am Gabriel, the Archangel. I hope you can help me prevent the infighting among the angels, and of course, prevent Lucifer from returning to the world. You can never imagine that if Michael and Lucifer What happens when they meet."

"Why did you choose us? I mean, obviously the angels won't listen to me, and Lilith is trying to get Lucifer out, and if you want to stop them, you should go to your dad."

"God has not been in heaven for many years." Gabriel said bluntly: "And in you, I feel his breath, which makes me even see their final ending, I saw Lucifer escaped , Michael wanted to lock him back, if he didn't kill him first. I also saw the role you played in it, which is completely unreasonable, I am not a prophet, I shouldn't see this."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, they didn't doubt Gabriel's words, but they had no idea what caused this situation.It's like they've suddenly become extra sharp God radio antennae.

"Cassie never said there was a breath of God around us," Sam questioned.

"Our poor little brother Cassidio, he probably hasn't even had a close encounter with God. When he was still around, little Cassie was too low to get close to our dear old dad." Gabriel said, spreading his hands.

"He's looking for God, and he might be successful," Dean said.

"I doubt it, but it's good news. Anyway, would you like to help?"

"Unless you are willing to help us deal with Lilith."

"Don't you understand that I'm neutral?"

"Looks like you need to change your mind now. Help us or stand here and wait. I think the flame will go out one day."

"It seems that there is no other choice?" Gabriel said with an unhappy face, "Okay, I will help you eliminate Lilith, because I think it would be nice for Lucifer to stay where he was, at least he will be more Be safer." Gabriel snapped his fingers as he spoke.Suddenly, Sam and Dean's phones vibrated frantically, and a flood of voicemails and email alerts flooded in.Sam took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and everything had returned to its original state.

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"Next, we need to find a way to convince Crowley." Dean said while driving: "The situation is much better than we expected, isn't it? At least we have the help of an archangel."

"I don't know if Cassidio has found God." Sam said, stuffing a piece of cheese bread into Dean's mouth, but Dean stuck out his tongue, licked his finger, and then pulled it back as if he was electrocuted. Sam smiled smugly.

Sam looked shy and angry at Dean's beating face, and suddenly showed a mischievous smile.Alarm bells rang in Dean's mind, and then he saw Sam put the finger to his mouth, slowly stick out his tongue, lick it in circles around the fingertip, and wink at Dean at the same time. wink.

"F**K." Dean scolded himself for lifting a rock but hitting his foot in his heart.Originally, he just wanted to tease Sam, but he was teased back instead. Dean had to vent his depression on the gas pedal.

"Hey, hey, Dean, you're going over the speed limit." Sam leaned against the seat, holding the box of bread in his arms so that it wouldn't spill all over the car when Dean had a convulsion.

Dean obediently slowed down, but this time it was because his phone rang. "Hi, Cassie. Hope you found Dad."

"I haven't found him yet, but I found something interesting and need your help. Where are you?"

"Uh, near Chicago, Route 69 goes north to south."

"I'll be right there." With that said, Cassidio hung up the phone.

At the same time Dean heard the call being hung up, a voice came from the back seat of the car: "Hello, Sam, hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cassie, want some bread?" Sam held up the box and handed it to Casidio.

"Oh, no, thank you." Cassidio nodded politely to Sam: "Do you know? Your experience has been written into a novel."

"What?" Sam and Dean asked in unison, looking back at Cassidio.

"Why are you here again?" The two-dimensional bookstore owner looked at Cassidio with distaste: "Who are they?"

"They're what I call Sam and Dean."

"Oh!" The bookstore owner suddenly became enthusiastic: "It looks a lot like that, especially Dean's jacket, the kind of old look is great. Did you drive here?"

Confused by the gesture, Sam and Dean nodded hesitantly.The owner poked his head out and exclaimed, "'67 Chevrolet impala? Dude, you guys are awesome!"

"Would you mind telling us