Boyfriend Development Program

Dean has been unconscious for three days.

For these three days, Sam didn't know how he spent it. Everyone—including Jack Harkness—told him that Dean was hopeless.

Sam didn't believe it, and he was alone.

In fact, the first thing Sam thought of was their father, but unfortunately, like every time he was in danger, he didn't show up.

Gritting his teeth, Sam was determined to be self-reliant. He found Dean's treasured exorcism log, trying to find out why Dean might be like this.

There is no record.

The days are still passing by, looking at Dean whose breathing is getting weaker day by day, Sam feels that he is almost desperate.

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

First, the teacup in the room fell down for no reason, and Sam's heart tightened. After waiting for a long time without any movement, he shook his head with a absent-minded laugh.

Followed by the exorcism log on the table, the dull sound startled Sam, before he could react and smile happily, the sofa beside him was suddenly overturned, and there was a loud "bang". Fortunately, he dodged nimbly and escaped the fate of being scratched.

Sam didn't care about so much, his heart was already filled with ecstasy.

"Dean, is that you? Dean?" He stared in the direction of the sofa, his voice trembling.

No response.

Sam grabbed the exorcism journal that fell on the ground, flipped through the pages quickly, and finally stopped on one of the pages, sliding his fingertips across the three words "Ouija board".Even though he was extremely unwilling to summon Dean as a ghost, the helpless Sam hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the Ouija board from the bedside.

As long as I can see dean, as long as...

It turns out that Sam's premonition was right, and the Ouija board lived up to its reputation.

The transparent dean soon appeared to him, in ghost form.

"Hey, Sammy, why are you so sloppy?" Dean frowned, teasing his younger brother with feigned displeasure.Although in fact, he has seen Sam's changes in the past few days.

Sam opened his mouth to retort: ​​"You scolded me as soon as you opened your mouth, you really did your brother's duty."

Although Sam did his best to hide the choke in his words, Dean managed to catch some.He was silent for a while: "Because I am your brother."

Of course Sam understood the meaning of Dean's words, and when he was about to blurt out, he turned a corner: "How did you become such a soul state? What happened?"

Dean opened his mouth and was about to answer, when suddenly his attention was attracted by two people standing at the door: Sherlock and John.

"Good afternoon." Dean greeted the two of them, but Sam obviously didn't have such intentions.

Seeing Dean in a soul state, Sherlock's expression flashed with surprise, and he immediately asked, "What happened?"

John tugged at Sherlock's hand, gesturing for him to be silent, and let Dean continue.

Dean smiled at John, saying it was okay.

"Sam and I rode back three days ago in a truck driver's car. Unfortunately, the truck driver was possessed by a demon. It's the demon that has been haunting us, Sam." Dean organized the words, trying to make the adjustment more clear. Be clear.While talking, he turned to Sam, "After I woke up, I found that I could only appear in the state of a soul, and I couldn't talk to you no matter what, maybe we didn't understand each other well enough. Just as I was about to see if we could use our When the exorcism tool communicated with you, our old acquaintance Reaper wanted to take me away. I tried my best and finally stopped him at the last moment. But you also know that the reaper will not give up so easily, and my spiritual power It's decreasing a little bit, maybe next time..."

Dean paused, swallowing the bright ending.

Pursing his lips, he showed a handsome smile,——Sam was surprised that he could see these movements from Dean's face in the soul body, "So I can only use spiritual power to make some movements to remind you, fortunately, our College students are not stupid."

Dean's tone was pretending to be intimate, and as he spoke, he could feel his spiritual power diminishing a little bit.

Sam, who has sharper spiritual power and insight, has a weeping and smiling expression on his face: "Your spiritual power... my God! What should I do? Dean, tell me, what should I do to make you better ?”

Dean shook his head, smiled and comforted Sam: "Sammy, don't be stupid, we all know that ghosts can't—"

"Not necessarily." Suddenly, a young man's voice interrupted Dean's words.

In the next second, everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the sound.

"Mr. Smith!" John's face showed surprise.

The moment the voice fell, Sherlock quickly corrected the little man: "No, John, it's the doctor." Immediately, he stared at the man in gray who was walking towards them quickly, and nodded expressionlessly: "What do you do?" Out of choice."

"Of course, where there is a master, how could there be no me, doctor." The doctor patted around Sherlock exaggeratedly to show his intimacy, but the latter successfully dodged it, causing him to miss, "Uh..." His hand was awkwardly placed in mid-air, He quickly diverted to touch the back of his head, and greeted everyone present: "Long time no see, everyone."

"Doctor, what do you mean by what you just said?" Sam looked at the doctor, his face lit up with sparks of hope, "Is there a way to save Dean?"

"Yes, yes..." There was obvious hesitation on the doctor's face.

"What way?" Sam cut off the doctor's words, with a nervous expression as if he had grasped the only life-saving straw!

The doctor glanced at Sam and sighed: "The only way is to load Dean into the game console."

"what?!"

"Loaded into the game machine? How can people be loaded?!"

John and Sam each let out an exclamation.

"As far as Dean's current situation is concerned, the only connection with reality is the game console——this probably has something to do with the fact that fate has been entwined with the game console for a long time. In other words, he has been digitized." doctor put away Hippie smiling face, serious look makes people have to believe, "If you want him not to be assimilated by heaven and earth, or to be taken to another world by the god of death, the only option is to load and save him into the game console. You..." As he spoke, his expression After looking around the two complicatedly, he sighed again, "Think about it."

"I agree." Dean, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, firmly.

Sam suddenly felt as if something was choking his throat, and it was difficult to speak: "No, Dean..."

"I'm not going anywhere, Sammy." Dean in the soul body looked at the weeping expression on Sam's face, his eyes softened and softened, "I'm in the game console. Sammy, I will always be with you. If One day, you don't want me to accompany you anymore, just throw the game console aside, I won't—"

"There will never be a day like that! Dean, there will never be..."

Sam closed his eyes, trying to keep the thin layer of mist from rolling down, muttering to himself as if making a promise for a lifetime.

"I'm ready." The look on Sam's face broke Dean's heart, and he made up his mind not to look away from his Sammy's face, "doctor, let's get started."

Taking the game console that Dean handed over, the doctor picked up his sonic screwdriver with his right hand, and made gestures on it regularly.

A few minutes later, the doctor put down the sonic screwdriver in his hand, looked at Dean, "Okay, come in!"

Dean didn't enter the game console immediately, but floated to Sam's side, leaned over and whispered something in the latter's ear.

He looked at his finger piercing Sam's arm, suppressed the disappointment in his heart and shook his head: It seems that he can't give his Sammy a hug and kiss.

Immediately, Dean smiled slightly at his dazed Sammy, turned around and disappeared into the game console quickly!

"Dean—!"

Two drops of clear tears came out of the eyes, fell heavily on the ground, splashed two small water splashes, and wet the dust.

Sam remembered what Dean had whispered in his ear. Oean said: Sammy, I love you.Started very long ago.