Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"He could have stayed away from these damn monsters!"

“You dragged him back down this damned path, you made him into what he is now.” Dean’s voice was full of accusation. Compared to other children, they had indeed endured a lot more pressure.

Nobody likes to risk their life dealing with evil spirits and demons every day.

It was because John couldn't forget his mother that he instilled the concept of revenge in them and even trained them, which led them down this path.

Dean didn't care about his own injuries, but he cared about Sam. His younger brother deserved a life of his own, so it was as if he wanted to say all the things he had kept bottled up inside all these years at once:

"Now he's lying here, dying. Are you satisfied? Is this what you wanted, Dad?"

John was stung by his son's words, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He looked at Dean's agitated and contorted face, and then through the crack in the emergency room door at Sam, who was covered in tubes and completely silent inside. A huge, indescribable sense of guilt and pain almost overwhelmed him.

Every word Dean said was like a knife, precisely stabbing into the deepest wound in his heart.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because that's the truth.

Other families also had members killed by demons, such as Kyle's family, but none of them were like him. In order to find the killer, the "Yellow-Eyed Demon," he embarked on the path of a demon hunter and persisted for more than 20 years, all for the sake of revenge.

This even dragged down two children who should have had normal lives.

Instead of giving them the fatherly love they deserved and spending time with them, he dragged them down the path of witchers.

This is a failure as a father.

After venting his anger, Dean was breathing heavily, his body swaying slightly from the emotional turmoil and his injuries, but a hint of regret quietly surfaced in his heart.

He shouldn't have spoken so quickly.

In reality, although Dean appears to be a playboy and a scumbag in the story, he is very obedient to his father John and does his best to complete any task John conveys to him.

Even though John led him down the path of the Witcher, for the first 20 years, he did his best not to influence his brother Sam.

Until John completely disappeared, Sam also began to be watched by the devil.

He was in a hurry, so he went to Sam.

Dean slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at Wu Heng, who had been silently watching, his expression extremely complicated.

He knew that the person in front of him, or rather the butler beside him who was like an embodiment of death and belonged to the local belief in the god of death, possessed the ability to reverse life and death.

Su An's case is proof of this.

If he speaks up, perhaps Sam can be saved.

But what's the cost?
To exchange the life of another innocent or guilty person for Sam's life?
How is this any different from the 'private trial' that he disapproves of and that he has always resisted? He had just experienced a huge moral struggle in the Kyle incident, and now he had to make a similar choice himself. This conflict of perception made him feel extremely contradictory and painful.

Ultimately, his love for his younger brother overwhelmed everything, but he still couldn't bring himself to directly ask for a deal. He could only look at Wu Heng with an almost pleading gaze, filled with immense struggle, his voice hoarse: "Luo Er...you...you have a way, don't you?."

Wu Heng met Dean's gaze, his eyes calm, neither affirming nor denying, and simply said, "Take care of your injury first."

"In a way, you've run out of chips."

As Wu Heng spoke, his gaze fell on Dean's chest.

Dean's heart skipped a beat. He understood what Wu Heng meant. At this moment, he even had a huge, penetrating wound in his chest, and in a sense, he was already a 'dead man'.

It only retains its activity because of the special bottle of wine provided by Wu Heng.

The Grim Reaper's 'healing' ability requires extracting life force from another person in exchange, and Dean currently has no bargaining chip in his body, namely, 'life force'.

Dean gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile that was more like a grimace. Yes, he himself was nearing the end.

He stopped talking, only took a deep look at Wu Heng, and then staggered towards the emergency room. He was going to be with Sam and accompany him on his final journey.

John looked at Dean's tired, desperate yet still upright back, and listened to his heart-wrenching accusations. His heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an icy hand, and he could hardly breathe from the pain.

He has already lost his beloved wife; he cannot afford to lose any more of his sons, absolutely not!
Then he turned around abruptly, looked at Wu Heng with a determined gaze, and strode over.

“Mr. Morrick,” John’s voice was hoarse but carried a do-or-die determination, “I’ve heard Dean and Sam mention you and your ‘butler’.”

He glanced at the Death God's butler, who stood behind Wu Heng like a puppet, radiating an invisible chill.

“I know you have a way to save Sam,” John said with difficulty, his eyes filled with pleading and a desperate determination. “I know it might come at a price, and an equal price.”

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and said his decision: "I want to trade my life, my life as John Winchester, for my son Sam's life. Is that alright?"

"I'm willing to sign any contract and pay any price, just to save his life!"

His words were resounding and filled with the love a father had buried deep in his heart. Over the years, he had indeed been thinking about revenge, but it wasn't that he didn't care about his son. It was just that his individual abilities were limited, and he had been trying to find a balance between making choices.

He arrived too late and only saw Sam pronounced dead. He didn't notice the penetrating wound on Dean's body, hidden under his trench coat, which was enough to kill anyone seven or eight times over. He also didn't know that Dean was in a strange state of being neither alive nor dead because of that glass of 'Ember' red wine.

Wu Heng quietly looked at John, at this man whose life had been driven by revenge and responsibility, whose relationship with his family was complicated, yet who was now willing to give everything for his son.

The pale light of the corridor shone on Wu Heng's face, making his expression even more inscrutable.

Instead of immediately answering John's request, he asked a seemingly unrelated question:
"Mr. Winchester, do you believe that the value of life can be measured in time?"

John was taken aback by the question and instinctively replied, "Of course not."

“Then,” Wu Heng interrupted him, his gaze seemingly able to see into John’s soul, “you’re trading your potentially long, uncertain future for Sam’s certain, but perhaps short, future. Does that seem fair to you, especially considering…” (End of Chapter)