[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

"Father, I'm guilty." Dean crossed his slender legs and leaned casually on the chair. The dim light reflected the small freckles scattered on the side of his nose, like circles of small halos, green The eyes flickered with faint light, "About my brother."

By God, Dean thought, he's definitely not pulling his brother into the water in this nonsense, it's just that his life is so monotonous and deprived that there's nothing else to say but sammy, sammy, sammy, just a A person has already filled his whole world.

"Oh, about the family."

"Ah, yes, about the family." Dean's mind was thinking, maybe more, not just the family, everything, he really didn't know what to say, maybe Sam could make up more beautiful words, he never The one who likes to play heart-to-heart games among brothers.

"Are you coming to confess because you feel guilty about your brother?" said the Reverend William, who was a good inducer.

"Guilty? Maybe yes." Dean pressed the corners of his eyes. He was a little sleepy. In this kind of place, even he seems to have lowered his psychological defense. He thought, anyway, he will stab this monster to death soon. Now, it doesn’t matter if you just say something, "...he wants to live a stable life, he is always obsessed with pursuing such a life, has a beautiful wife, raises a big long-haired dog, and lives in court. Nine to five days, seven hours of sleep a day."

Rev. William said: "I don't think it's an excessive pursuit that deserves to be blamed. So, why do you feel guilty? Are you preventing him from living this life?"

"...If there is one of us who can live such a life, it must be him." The corners of Dean's lips became soft for a moment, but soon tightened again, "But you are right , I have been stopping him."

"why?"

Dean smiled casually, but didn't answer: "The first time I hugged Sammy, he was just a little big, soft, like a small ball. At that time, our house was on fire, and our father said, you should Protect him, you should protect your younger brother, and you must never let go of the hand holding him."

Little Dean nodded and hugged his little brother tightly until the ambulance came, and when the doctors and nurses tried to persuade Dean to let go of Sam and deal with his burns, he didn't let go A little bit, his younger brother is so small, if he lets go, he seems to disappear.

No matter how tall and strong his younger brother became later, that little figure was always lingering in Dean's memory, and he always remembered the oath that he should protect him from any harm.

Until later, it had become his habit and an inseparable part of his life, and he couldn't let go of it.

"You are a good brother who cares about your younger brother," Pastor William said.

"Am I?" Dean stared at the old lampshade, where small black flying insects kept hitting the only dim light source, he was silent for a long time, and finally said hoarsely, "...but my brother always I want to escape this life."

Dean has never been able to understand why their relationship has become like this, the constant disagreements and quarrels, the constant pain, when did the younger brother who used to blink and look up at him disappear, why did he try everything to protect each other , but Sam is still in pain and still wants to leave him to live another life.

That's almost his obsession, why, why he always wants to leave me.

"What is he suffering from?" the priest asked.

"Yeah, what is he suffering from?" Dean asked softly.

Is he not doing well enough?But all his care, all his love, including his life, have been handed over to the other party. He has almost emptied himself. Dean lowered his dark green eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a thick shadow: "...maybe We are the source of his pain, other than a dangerous life."

They are a constant emphasis on the fact that he cannot escape such a life for the rest of his life.

"God will forgive your suffering, and he protects all people of faith."

"...God? No, I will correct all this in the end. The matter of the Winchester brothers, when will it be the turn of that old God to intervene." Dean suddenly raised his lips and smiled, and when he raised his eyes again, he had completely covered everything The fragile emotions returned to his cold and hard look, "Do you have to play hide-and-seek like this?"

Crackling applause and unscrupulous voices sounded at the same time: "... Dean mydear, what you said is so touching, how can I have the heart to interrupt it."

King of Hell, Crowley.

Pastor William looked panicked, but when he wanted to back away, he found himself locked in a magic circle.

"Come on, buddy, we're so familiar, do we have to do this every time?" Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Two birds with one stone." Dean casually flicked his bitten fingertips a few times, and sent an OK to Sam's text message asking about the situation, "You're welcome."

"Sam has already completed the first trial, right? I just wanted to tell you that the gates of hell will not be closed. The only thing waiting for him is death."

"Oh, thank you so much for your kindness." Dean smirked. "Are you finished? Can I say the exorcism spell?"

"Little Angel Sam is in a bad physical condition after completing the first trial, right? Does he cough up blood from time to time or something?" The king of hell just smiled, "When you complete the second trial, he will get worse Yes, every blood vessel in the body starts to rot, haven't you really doubted it? When the last trial is completed, there is a possibility that he will die."

Dean stopped chanting and looked directly at Crowley with a dim expression: "You're lying."

"Yes, I'm lying." Crowley said with a smile, "but how can you be sure that I'm lying? What if there's a [-] in [-] chance that your good friend Crowley just told the truth once?" ? If it were you, you would drive me away without hesitation and say, let's try it?"

The devil said softly; "But that's Sam, littlesammy, your only brother, you won't risk him."

"I'm here to make a deal with you. I need a little help from you. After I'm done, I will take the initiative to close the gates of hell for 100 years. There is some small turmoil in hell right now. A hell knight has returned. I need your help... …To put it simply, I need you and me to go to hell for a while, not a long time, probably decades or so? In return, I will help your brother recover.”

Crowley dragged Pastor William like lightning, and broke the other's neck: "Take this as a little favor from me, but... without this case, Sammy will probably go to the next trial soon." Are you practicing? You need to answer quickly, honey."

Dean frowned, silent.

The devil smiled quietly, he knew too well that the stronger a person's weakness is, the more deadly he is, Dean Winchester, his only weakness is his younger brother.

He just needs to wait for his yes answer.

****

"Hey Sam, are you okay?" Steve looked worriedly at Sam who seemed to be coughing his lungs out.

"I...cough, cough, I'm fine." Sam brushed his hair indiscriminately and gasped, "Sorry, it's just a little cold."

"Oh." Steve didn't ask any more intimately, he changed the subject, "Have you and your brother had a fight?"

"Huh?" Sam asked, quietly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Well... along the way, the atmosphere between you seems very stiff."

"Oh." Sam raised his eyebrows, he thought it wasn't so obvious, "It's nothing, the way we get along has been like this recently, um... It can't be said to quarrel, anyway, we can never agree with each other's point of view."

Sam's tone of voice was not heavy, and it was faintly relaxed and casual. He subconsciously believed that no matter how fierce their quarrel was, Dean would always forgive him, without a bottom line, forever, and tolerate everything he had. waywardness, and then they would go back to their original relationship again, which he was used to.

"But you're still together," Steve said.

"...Who says it's not? Our lives seem to be tied together all the time." Sam smiled, and the phone in his trouser pocket began to vibrate. went back.

Steve didn't mean to, but his eyesight was four times better than normal, and the number displayed what looked like a girl's name: "Not answering?"

"Uh..." Sam was a little vague, the phone kept vibrating, he hesitated, but still picked it up, "Hello, Emilia... sorry, I'm very busy now."

The girl on the opposite side said something in a low voice, and a low sob could be heard.

Steve vaguely heard the girl say, I'll wait for you.

Gossiping, Steve pretended to be adjusting his sleeves in embarrassment. He thought Tony might be interested. Thinking of this, Steve was a little worried about Tony again, wondering how he was staying alone in the hotel Sample.

Oh, according to common sense, he should be more worried about the safety of other compatriots. After all, that is Tony Stark, and it is not his turn to suffer the whole world, but how to say, well, he is partial —For example, he didn't think of his companions at this moment after thinking about it.

The sudden voice from the communicator startled Captain America, who was distracted: "Captain!!"

"Oh, what's the matter Max? Did Tony get into any trouble again?" Captain America, who was worried about Tony, took a serious look at himself.

"...No, that, captain, listen to me, you take ten deep breaths first, and then do one hundred push-ups and two hundred rolls... Oh, what am I talking about, in short, you vent all the physical strength that should be vented Okay, don't beat me up, okay?" Max on the other end of the phone looked a little nervous.

"What happened?" Steve frowned.

Max took a deep breath: "Tony is gone!! He seems to have sneaked out to find you! He also threw away all the trackers of Jarvis!"