Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"I've been a terrible father and neglected you all so much. I'm so sorry!"

This apology came from the bottom of my heart and was incredibly heavy.

Dean felt a lump in his throat as he looked at his father's previously unseen vulnerability and guilt.

He shook his head: "No, Dad, I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have said those awful things to upset you in the hospital. I know. I know you've always wanted to avenge Mom and protect us."

“Even Sam’s girlfriend Jessica was killed by that yellow-eyed devil. We Winchesters are destined to suffer the same fate. A normal, peaceful life is just a luxury for us.”

"I was too anxious and afraid of losing Sam at the time, and I said things without thinking. I should be the one apologizing. You are under more pressure than we are!"

At this moment, all the barriers, misunderstandings, and resentments between father and son finally vanished completely on the verge of life and death, in the cold night and in front of a truck full of vampire prisoners.

They hugged tightly, each feeling the other's body tremble and the deep-seated, unspoken affection between them.

Wu Heng watched this scene quietly from the side until the two of them calmed down a bit before speaking at the right time. His tone was calm but seemed to see through people's hearts: "The emotional exchange is over, so let's get down to business."

He looked at John: "Were you planning to make a deal with the devil outside the hospital just now, trading your soul for Sam's life if I didn't intervene?"

John stiffened, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded with difficulty.

"It's very much in line with the Winchester family's style—a foolish and impulsive idea," Wu Heng commented bluntly. "But you don't understand at all. When you make a deal with demons, what they really want is never your potentially unpredictable 'service.' Their most greedy and core goal is always the same: the soul."

"Once you sign the contract, your soul will be condemned to eternal damnation, with no hope of release. That is true annihilation."

Upon hearing this, Jodien felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of dread.

John remained silent. As a witcher, he was well aware of these things, but if it could truly save the child's life, what did it matter if his own soul was tormented forever?

As a father, he felt he owed his children something.

“Alright, we can talk about those extra sentiments later.” Wu Heng interrupted their thoughts. “Now that the ‘offerings’ have been gathered, it’s time to complete the ceremony. If we delay any longer, Sam will really be beyond saving.”

Without further delay, the three immediately drove back to the hospital.

Instead of using the main entrance, they parked their car in a secluded corner in the back alley of the hospital.

At Wu Heng's instruction and with the help of Death's butler interfering with the surveillance, John and Dean sneaked into the hospital ward. At this time, Sam was almost on his last breath and was about to be sent to the morgue.

The two carefully led Sam out and lifted him into the car.

They then quickly drove to a dilapidated, abandoned factory in the nearby suburbs, a place remote enough that they wouldn't be disturbed.

John chose a relatively spacious workshop and volunteered to guard the only entrance. Holding his demon hunter gun, he vigilantly scanned the darkness outside, like a guardian gatekeeper.

He knew that the ritual inside could not be disturbed in any way.

Inside the workshop, Dean laid Sam's cold body flat on the ground, and Wu Heng gestured for Dean to sit down beside him. The Grim Reaper's butler walked over to the twenty vampires who were bound with ropes, thrown into a corner, and trembling with fear.

His withered face was expressionless, and in his hollow eye sockets, a dark mass thickened, making the eye sockets appear even more sunken, filled with a sense of vicissitude and death.

Then, he slowly extended his withered hands, and an invisible suction force erupted. The twenty vampires simultaneously let out a shrill and desperate scream. Their bodies withered at a visible speed, and their life energy, blood essence, and even fragments of their souls were forcibly extracted, turning into twenty turbid, dark red energy streams that flowed into the body of the Grim Reaper's butler like rivers flowing into the sea.

This process is not about devouring, but about transformation.

The Death Butler acts as a transit station and purifier, filtering and refining these mixed and dark life energies, transforming them into a relatively pure and life-giving healing energy.

Then, the Grim Reaper placed his two withered hands on Dean and Sam's chests respectively.

Dean felt a warm yet immense energy surge into his body. This power quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, and the terrifying penetrating wound in his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh and blood regenerate, bones remodel, and skin heals.

In just a few breaths, all the fatal wounds on his body disappeared without a trace, leaving only smooth skin. Even the old scars had faded away, and he looked like a pretty boy.

An unprecedented, overwhelming sense of power surged from his body, as if every cell had been activated, and his physical fitness soared to a level beyond that of ordinary people, comparable to that of the most elite special forces soldiers.

Meanwhile, Sam's pale, lifeless face quickly regained its color, his heartbeat, which had been so weak it had almost stopped, became strong and powerful, his shattered internal organs were repaired, and his broken bones were reconnected.

The surgical stitches sewn onto his body were squeezed out by the writhing flesh.

Sam took a deep breath, as if he had been rescued from drowning and suddenly came back to life. He opened his eyes, which were filled with confusion and vitality.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed in surprise, grabbing his brother's shoulders excitedly. "You're alright, that's great."

"Dean? I...I'm not dead?" Sam looked at his unharmed brother and felt his own body brimming with power, incredulous.

The two brothers were extremely excited to have survived the ordeal.

However, in this joyous moment
boom!
A sharp, abrupt gunshot rang out from the direction of the factory gate, shattering the joyful atmosphere that had just begun to rise inside the workshop.

That's the place John guards!
Dean's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

"That's Dad's gunshot! He's over there! What happened?!" Dean jumped up, called to Sam, and ran towards the door, a hundred meters away. "Hurry over there! If there was shooting, it must be an emergency."

Both of them were in excellent physical condition and ran at a very fast speed.

The butler beside Wu Heng first balanced the power within his body, and then also floated in the direction Dean had left, following him out to see what had happened.

When Dean and Sam rushed to the door, panting heavily, and went to check, there was only a pistol on the ground—either a Demon-Slaying Gun or the ordinary pistol John usually used. (End of Chapter)