Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

In the video, the bedroom door is pushed open, and a young mother in a nightgown walks in carrying a baby bottle.

When she saw the stranger, she opened her mouth in terror and was about to scream. The man in black didn't even turn around; he simply raised his hand casually.

Her voice stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat, lifted her off the ground, and slammed her against the ceiling.

The young mother struggled helplessly with her limbs, her face quickly turning bluish-purple.

Then an even more horrifying scene unfolded: her flat abdomen suddenly ripped open with a huge wound, and blood seemed to flow out continuously, staining her white pajamas red.

It spilled onto the clean white sheets of the crib below.

Immediately afterwards, orange flames appeared out of thin air, instantly enveloping her entire body and transforming her into a human-shaped torch burning fiercely on the ceiling.

The entire process was completely silent, save for the crackling of the flames and the baby's cries as it was awakened.

The scene stopped abruptly.

Sam jolted out of his hallucination, his face ashen, his body drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear and boundless hatred!
“It’s it, that yellow-eyed demon!” Sam’s voice was hoarse and broken as he grabbed Dean and John’s arms, his fingers digging until his knuckles turned white. “It’s back, just like it did with Mom back then. Just now, another family!”

Although the details in the hallucination were limited, by cross-referencing the nursery layout, the house structure, the blurry shadows of road signs outside the window, and information from the Witcher network, they quickly pinpointed a possible location: a small town in Colorado.

A flame of vengeance ignited in John's eyes as he gripped the Demon Eater gun, which he had just retrieved and now only had three bullets left.

He had been searching for this gun for this very moment!
Without the slightest hesitation, the Winchester father and his two sons immediately packed their gear, jumped into the Impala, the engine roared, the tires screeched against the ground, and the vehicle sped out of the parking lot, heading towards Colorado.

On a desolate Colorado highway, the car sped backward under the reckless wheels, the atmosphere inside heavy.

Sam's premonitions clung to him like a leech, constantly replaying in his mind: the yellow-eyed demon, the flames on the ceiling, the gushing blood, the baby's cries.

John Winchester gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the force, with the Demonbane Gun, which had only three bullets left, within easy reach of him.

He had waited too long for this moment, twenty-two years.

Dean examined the salt bombs and the demon hunter's dagger, trying to suppress his unease with habitual preparations. Sam, meanwhile, watched the withered scenery rushing past the window, struggling to recall every detail of the 'premonition,' attempting to pinpoint a more precise location.

Shortly after they crossed the state line and entered Colorado, John's rarely used encrypted phone suddenly rang sharply.

John frowned, slowed down, and took out his phone to look at the caller ID. His expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Who is it?" Dean noticed his father's unusual behavior.

John didn't answer, but took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and turned on speakerphone.

A cold, slightly mocking, and seductive female voice came from the receiver; the voice was sweet but sent chills down one's spine.

“Long time no see, John Winchester, or should I call you Mr. Winchester? Let me introduce myself, my name is Daisy, and I heard you recently acquired a gun.”

But John's face darkened further, because the phone number belonged to one of his witcher friends.

“What do you want?” John’s voice was low and wary. “Oh, don’t be so nervous.” Daisy chuckled. “I just want to make a deal with you. Your old friend Bobby Singer, right? He’s ‘visiting’ me right now. He misses you and wants to have a chat with you face to face.”

Dean and Sam's expressions changed instantly. Bobby Singer was their father's trusted Witcher comrade-in-arms, as well as their elder and friend.

“What did you do to him?” John growled.

“Not yet, it’s up to you.” Daisy’s voice turned cold. “Take the little toy you just snatched from those stinky bats, the Demon-Eating Gun, and come alone to the underground garage of the Blackpine Forest Motel.”

"I'll give you one hour. If I don't see you and that gun by then, I'll have to take your old friend apart and send it to you piece by piece. Oh, and by the way, I know where your other friends are hiding."

The phone was abruptly hung up.

The car was deathly silent. The target of revenge was right in front of them, but their old friend's life was also hanging by a thread.

"Damn it!" Dean slammed his fist into the car door.

“We can’t just ignore Bobby,” Sam said in a deep voice.

John's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with struggle, torn between his wife's murderer, whom he had been pursuing for over twenty years, and his best friend with whom he had shared life and death.

A moment later, he abruptly turned the steering wheel and stopped the car in the roadside weeds, making a difficult decision.

“Listen,” John turned and looked sharply at his two sons, “I’m going to see Daisy. But I won’t give her the real Demonbane Gun.”

He took out a meticulously crafted fake Demon-Slaying Gun from a hidden compartment in the trunk. The gun looked almost identical to the real one. "I'll use this to see if I can fool them and buy them some time to rescue Bobby."

“What about the yellow-eyed demon?” Dean asked.

“Go!” John solemnly handed the real Demonbane Gun to Dean, his eyes heavy. “Sam, you remember the features of that place, right? Find it and stop it.”

"If possible, kill it!" He placed his hopes on his sons and the enchanted weapon.

“But Dad, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone,” Sam said worriedly.

“Bobby’s alone too,” John growled. “We don’t have time. Stop dawdling, split up, and stay in touch!”

Without saying another word, he picked up the fake gun and the necessary equipment, quickly got out of the car, flagged down a passing pickup truck, stuffed a wad of cash into the driver's hand, and headed towards the Black Pine Forest Motel in the opposite direction.

Dean and Sam watched their father's departing figure, gritted their teeth, and started the car again.

Dean gripped the Demon-Slaying Gun tightly, feeling its cold touch and the sense of responsibility it carried: "Let's go, Sam, it's time for us to go and deal with that yellow-eyed bastard."

Based on the details Sam recalled and the information they found, they quickly located a detached house on the edge of town.

The closer they got, the more obvious the anomalies became. A sudden, unprovoked gale whipped up clouds of dust, and the lights around the houses flickered wildly, their brightness fading. Dean's EMF detector emitted a piercing beep, its pointer swinging wildly, indicating an extremely strong and chaotic electromagnetic field nearby. (End of Chapter)