The black clouds drifting in the sky were slow and continuous, and the cold moonlight was blocked from time to time, and then revealed behind the clouds, back and forth, like a shy and timid girl constantly being teased.

Below, at a deserted crossroads on the edge of the city, Dean crouched on the ground, buried an iron box in a pit of dirt, took a deep breath, and then stood up, muttering an obscure Latin incantation.

The spell sounded and fell, and Dean was secretly vigilant.

However, after half a day, what he was expecting never appeared.

Unable to help frowning, he dug it out again, buried it again, and then recited the incantation a second time.

One minute, three minutes, ten minutes......

The same is true of the scene.

After a few trial and error, he finally sighed helplessly, and then beckoned to a bush not far away.

A black sedan drove up. Slowly pulled up in front of Dean, the window open, and Charles poked his head out of it.

"Failed?"

"That's right." Dean nodded helplessly: "I don't know what went wrong, obviously there was nothing wrong with the first few times......"

"Maybe there's no contract demon in this area?"

"Impossible, I've investigated here, there was a Cerberus murder five years ago, which proves that this neighborhood must be the territory of the trading demon." Dean said, squeezing out a smile, "Next time, I've got another year." ”

Charles didn't say anything, just nodded.

Their original purpose was very old-fashioned, and after summoning and trading demons, they trapped each other, and then began to threaten each other.

Although there is no shortage of demons now, Charles did not refuse Dean's request.

So after answering the call, he went non-stop from Wyoming to the neighboring place of Dean, Colorado.

Originally, he had planned to ask the strange Crowley what his purpose was if it worked, but he didn't think about it, and now the summoning failed.

"Most of the demons I absorbed are ordinary demons, they didn't hurt the contract demons at all, they should have enough manpower, how could they fail?"

Charles was a little confused, but now was not the time to think about it.

Motioning for Dean to get into the car, he headed for a street in the city where the car was parked - Dean had not told anyone else what he was doing, and Charles had not yet seen anyone but Dean when he arrived.

So they're now a covert operation.

"We found a motel on the edge of Aurora City as a temporary place to live, and everybody was there."

As the car slowly moved along the suburban road, Dean in the passenger seat said, "The devil's door has been opened, and there are many demons hiding in the shadows in the United States now, and we plan to work together to clean them up." ”

Charles was a little surprised when he heard this, after all, in his cognition, the person in front of him was basically acting with his younger brother, why was he ready to form a group now?

Irritated? He secretly speculated, and on the surface asked, "Are they all right?" ”

"Everybody is fine."

Dean replied, his face complicated.

Everyone was fine, including his brother, who had come back from the dead.

Except for himself.

Dean then goes on to tell you about what happened to Charr at the Devil's Gate in his absence, including the large number of human enemies, including the female demon and, of course, the pumpkin head.

As he spoke, he looked puzzled and puzzled by the giant pumpkin head, but of course he was glad that without him, the demons they were about to face would have doubled.

Charles drove the car without changing his face, nodding his head from time to time, but he didn't see anything unusual at all.

The car drove into the city from the suburbs, and then went in a certain direction of the city, and the red and green lights met one after another, making the journey a little slow, but it was also gradually approaching the end.

"By the way," Dean tapped his head as he drove down the street, seeing that his destination was about to arrive, "There's a lady named Fiona who has been asking us about what's going on in that small town in Indiana, but Sam and I don't know what's going on there, you know, Charles?" ”

"I don't know much about it, I was just passing by there." Charles replied, glancing sideways at Dean, "Are you inquiring for her?" ”

"Actually, I'm also curious, helping is just by the way." The other said, not knowing what came to mind, and winked at Charles, "I think that lady is very attractive." ”

Aunt is still attractive?

Charles glanced at him thoughtfully, but didn't ask too much, parked the car on the side of the road, and watched the other man get out.

"I'll go back first, and you will follow, so that the time will be staggered, so as not to be suspected." After leaning on the window of the car to say a word, seeing Charles nodding, Dean turned to leave.

Then, after a while, the Chevrolet Impala across the street slowly pulled out of its parking position, honked its horn in front of the Charles car, and then drove away.

"It's like you're doing something shady."

The sedan finally disappeared from sight, shook his head, and Charles sitting in the car suddenly thought of something, so he raised his right hand, and a silver-rimmed card immediately gathered from the palm of his hand.

It's not a new ability, it's just that Charles directly embodied the soul in the spirit wings into a fate card.

Just like he had used to pull out the spirits in this way.

"John Winchester......"

Looking down at the figure in the card, wearing a gray shirt and a thin vest, Charles glanced at the passenger seat a few more times, and finally picked up an inconspicuous strand of hair from the gap in the back of the seat and placed it on the card in his hand.

"Go and protect your son."

The words fell, the cards were still cards, and the hair was still the same. Charles frowned at this and spoke again.

"Three days."

So that hair melted into the card.

Throwing it out the window, the card turned into a silver light and dissipated, and a hazy figure appeared in the street not far away.

As soon as he appeared, he turned his head blankly and looked around for a while, and after noticing anything, he raised his feet and left the place.

Obviously, such a covert order will not be discovered by the "soul" of the person concerned.

This is one of the many souls that Charles absorbed at the Devil's Gate.

Charles didn't quite know why human souls appeared in the Demon Gate, and he didn't bother to think about it, in fact, besides this one, there were more than a dozen of the same human spirits in his wings.

It is estimated that those souls belong to the "prison breaks".

"Halloween is coming, you're welcome to give you a daddy." Grunting, Charles tapped the steering wheel slightly, and the car roared into action: "You're lucky to know me." ”

Just as he was about to leave the place, a phone rang suddenly from his trouser pocket, and Charles was stunned for a moment, and then picked up his phone to look.

"Bobby?"

Answering the phone in some strange way, Charles thought that the other party would ask where he was, but the voice coming from the microphone was not the old man, but another rather calm word.

"I just got the news that you're being targeted by Michael."