"How's it going?"

Dean opened the car door and lay down comfortably, his mouth already stuffed with the bacon ham burger so full that he couldn't even speak, and he continued to pour Coke into it.

Sam stared at the bar door, not blinking.

"The detector I secretly installed at the door of the bar has sounded a total of four times since now, which means that at least four devils have entered..."

"Hiccup.." Dean burped pleasantly, and by the way, he also threw a wink at the hot girl passing by in front of the car, and only then turned his head and pouted after receiving the latter's disdainful gaze, "So, there is one less than fifty meters away from us. Demon Cave ?!.. Oh, that's really bad news.."

"There's something worse .." Sam said with a solemn face: "In addition to the devil, there are seven ordinary people who have also entered the bar, and they haven't come out until now... If we don't hurry up, I'm afraid we'll have to go to the back alley to help them collect the corpses."

"So what are you waiting for.." Dean twisted his neck and said energetically, "Grab the gun, rush in and give each of those bastards a shot in the head, and then we can go home and watch TV in comfort. I'm in need of a little post-dinner exercise right now.."

"Dean, we can't be so reckless. No one knows how many devils there are in it, and to go in this way is to die.."

Sam retorted dissatisfied.

"Not necessarily.." With a mysterious smile on his face, Dean pulled out a quaint revolver from behind his waist, "Dangdang. Look at what this is? Our demon-slaying spear, Bobby has finally done something meaningful... With it, we can at least get out of it."

Sam was still a little hesitant, Dean patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "My Borther, relax, have a little confidence in us... We're not going to go hard, we just have to go in and have a drink, at least we have to observe the situation first... I've been watching Oriental movies lately, and there's a saying in it that I like, 'If you don't go into the tiger's den, you get the tiger', and listen, the fur hunters of the East are more courageous than us."

Sam sighed helplessly, "Okay, but explain in advance, if you find something wrong, you will withdraw immediately."

"I'm more experienced than you when it comes to escaping... Haha.."

Dean opened the car door and jumped out.

The two of them walked to the door of the bar with a cautious face, and Sam even secretly sprinkled salt at the gate in preparation for escape.

Melodious jazz music reverberates from the bar, and the air is filled with the smell of wheat beer, and if you look closely enough, you can smell a faint smell of sulfur.

As soon as the Winchester brothers entered, their brows furrowed tightly, not because there were far more devils in the bar than they expected, but on the contrary, the bar was empty.

“holle？！”

Dean shouted tentatively, his hand reaching for the pistol at his waist.

"Something is wrong.."

Sam spoke in a deep voice.

Dean rolled his eyes and replied casually, "I can tell."

The brothers walked around the bar, and everything was peaceful, with a few glasses of wine scattered on the table, and strangely none of them.

Just when the two of them were confused, they suddenly heard a short scream from inside the bar, but it quickly disappeared.

Dean looked at him, pulled out the demon slaying spear, protected his brother firmly behind him, and walked towards the back hall of the bar.

The intermittent screams of the fans were finally clear.

The atmosphere became eerie and oppressive, and the brothers tensed up and cautiously walked over, Dean turned his head to look at Sam, who gave him a determined look.

Dean took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The scene inside was completely displayed in front of the two, and the brothers were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the scene in front of them, as if they had seen something very incredible.

This should be the kitchen room of the bar, the light is dim, at this time, a slender and tall young man in black is facing them, the young man is holding the neck of a man tightly in his hand, the latter's facial features are twisted in pain, his limbs are weakly struggling in mid-air, his mouth is wide open, and a thick black gas comes out of his mouth, surging and being sucked into his nose by the young man, and his face is full of intoxication.

At the feet of the young man, there were five or six people, men and women, each with the whites of their eyes turned out, their mouths and noses oozing blood, and their bodies twitching unconsciously.

This is the sequelae of being possessed by the devil, the devil erodes the body, and the possessed person can only die slowly in endless pain after the devil is gone.

And that man with a black mouth is a devil! a devil who has been sucked up?!

The brothers looked at it in a daze for a long time, and the perfect side face of the young man in black awakened their sleeping terrifying memories, which were very familiar, and Sam couldn't help but blurt out: "It's you?!"

A "bang" gunfire startled Sam, and when he turned his head, he saw that the demon slayer spear in Dean's hand was emitting green smoke, and there was also a black hole in the temple of the black-clothed young man in front of him.

Sam was dumbfounded by Dean's sudden shot, and Dean himself was stupid, perhaps not even knowing how he pulled the trigger.

And the young man in black, the terrifying demon, was unaware of the attack on the two, still immersed in the pleasure of sucking sins, and the demon slaying spear, which can be called the devil's nemesis, seemed to him to have nothing at all.

Finally, he ate up the devil in his hands, threw the rest of his body on the ground, and slowly turned his head towards the brothers.

Both brothers subconsciously took two steps back, and they saw that the bullet hole in the young man's temple was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the young man narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden eyes looked at them coldly.

The evil, dark, icy aura crawled into the brothers' bodies like poisonous snakes, straining around their hearts.

"Uh... Well.. Sorry, I mean. I didn't mean to do this gun.. I'm a little older.. You know, it's easy to go off the rails.."

Dean explained incoherently, scrambling to put the gun away, only to accidentally pull the trigger again, which happened to hit Sam's feet, causing him to jump in fright.

Carlo quietly watched the two living treasure brothers busy their work like juggling, and finally waited for the two to calm down, and squeezed out an embarrassing and ugly smile at him, he shook his head funny, picked up an empty wine glass beside him, and said while pouring wine: "Winchester, we are old friends, just sit down and chat."

"Huh.." The brothers stared at each other for a moment, then looked around, and did not make any other moves.

"Oh, I almost forgot.." Carlo stroked his forehead, showed an apologetic expression, and said, "There are no chairs here, it's a slack."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the two people lying on the ground floated, their bodies and limbs making a "click" oozing and crisp sound, and the joints twisted at strange angles, turning into two "human-shaped seats", which fell lightly behind the brothers' butts.

"Sit down.." Carlo smiled at them, raised his glass and whispered, "Let's have a drink."