Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The night wind of the Texas wilderness rushed through the car windows, carrying the smells of sand and hay.

Dean kept the car speed down to 120 km/h, his eyes constantly scanning the rearview mirror. In the back seat, Adam Milligan, wrapped in an old jacket he'd taken from the safe house, silently watched the darkness rushing past the window.

"Forty minutes to the next transit point." Sam looked at the GPS, holding a shotgun with the barrel against the car window and his index finger resting on the outside of the protective ring.

Dean hummed in agreement and glanced at Adam again in the rearview mirror.

This face does resemble John's, especially the lines of his jaw and the habit of slightly squinting when looking at people, but his eyes resemble Adam's mother's, and are softer.

“So,” Dean began, his voice flat amidst the engine noise, “how did the angels find you?”

Adam looked away and turned to the person in front of him: "I live in Chicago and teach at a community college. Two months ago, a man in a trench coat came to my class. After class, he came to me and said that my bloodline was very special. I thought he was a weirdo, so I ignored him. But last week, three men in suits barged into my apartment and said, 'Heaven needs a vessel.'"

"Didn't you call the police?" Sam asked.

“I called the police, and they came. The three men disappeared when the police knocked on the door.” Adam smiled bitterly. “The police thought I was on drugs and warned me not to call the police randomly. I knew something was wrong and started investigating the Winchester family… and then you contacted me.”

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance. The procedure matched up; the angels would indeed do that.

“You’ll be examined at the guild,” Sam said, “to make sure no angels have tampered with your body.”

“I understand.” Adam paused. “Daddy… what kind of person is John?”

The car was silent for a few seconds. Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "He's a good witcher."

Adam didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove up a winding mountain road with more bends, and dense pine forests lined both sides of the road. Sam glanced at the energy detector, and the needle was fluctuating slightly within the normal range.

Then, without warning, the pointer suddenly swung to the red zone.

"There's something," Sam said, before he could finish.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light shone on the road surface fifty meters ahead, and a complex circular magic circle emerged from beneath the asphalt. It was over ten meters in diameter and had rotating runes around its edges.

Three figures emerged from the light in the center.

The three high-ranking angels were dressed in modern suits and trench coats, but behind them were wings of light, not fully extended, but rather in a semi-solidified energy form, glowing in the night.

The one in the middle held a strangely shaped crossbow. The crossbow body was made of some kind of white metal, and the arrow slot contained a spear made entirely of compressed holy light.

"Stop the car!" Dean jerked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

The impala's tires screeched against the road, the rear of the car swung out, and it came to a stop just five meters from the edge of the magic circle. Dean and Sam pushed open the door at the same time and rolled out of the car. Dean pulled out a dagger, and Sam raised his gun.

“Adam, Dean,” the angel with the crossbow spoke, his voice like multiple voices overlapping, with a metallic resonance, “your bloodline belongs to Heaven, come with us.”

"Fuck you!" Dean stood in front of the car, his Demon Hunter Blade held horizontally in front of him.

Without a word, the angel raised his hand, and the crossbow locked onto Dean, but the target wasn't him; it was Adam in the car.

The other two angels waved their hands simultaneously, causing the light from the ground magic circle to intensify, forming a golden light wall that surrounded the area from three directions.

“Sam!” Dean roared.

Sam had already torn a grayish-white amulet from his tactical vest, engraved with balance runes. He crushed it forcefully, and the amulet exploded, transforming into a hemispherical grayish-white light shield that enveloped the car and the three of them.

The light shield collided with the angel's magic circle light barrier, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound, and canceled each other out.

However, the amulet's energy was limited, and the light shield thinned at a visible rate. The angel with the crossbow pulled the trigger, and the holy light bolt left the bowstring. It wasn't fast, but it carried terrifying purifying energy. Dean stepped forward and slashed at the light bolt with all his might.

An explosion occurred at the moment of impact.

The golden and dark red light exploded into countless fragments, and Dean was thrown out and crashed into the front of the car. The dagger slipped from his hand, and he felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The light cover has become thinner, and it's now as transparent as a soap bubble.

The second angel raised his hand, and a second spear of light condensed in his palm.

Just then, a softer, milky white light shot in from the side trees, striking a key rune node on the ground with pinpoint accuracy.

The magic circle's light flickered violently, and its operation momentarily stalled.

A figure in a beige trench coat rushed out of the woods and pounced on the car. It was Castio, his eyes flashing with the blue light of angelic power.

“Cassie!” Sam shouted.

"Go!" Castio placed his hands on the car body, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of glowing blood. The blood mist formed a temporary small portal in the air, just big enough for the car to pass through.

"Go in and take this guy with you first." Castio pointed at Adam, who was, after all, just an ordinary person.

"And you!" Dean got up and picked up the broken sword.

“I’m fine, they won’t dare touch me.” Castio turned to face the three high angels. He spread his arms, and the outline of tattered wings of light faintly appeared in the void behind him. His power was enough to create chaos.

"Come on!"

Sam opened the car door, pushed the still somewhat dazed Adam inside, and climbed in himself. Dean took one last look at Castillo, jumped into the driver's seat, and slammed on the gas.

The impala charged toward the light, and the moment the wheels touched the edge of the vortex, the entire vehicle was twisted, stretched, and then disappeared.

Three high-ranking angels stood there, crossbows drawn, staring at Castio, their voices icy: "Traitor."

Castio laughed: "This isn't the first time."

The light burst forth once more.

At this time, in the city of Grantspass.

The entire city is dead.

It wasn't a ghost town, because the streets were crowded with 'things,' but they weren't human.

Hybrid monsters roam among abandoned vehicles, crawl in and out of broken shop windows, and leap across rooftops. They no longer seek prey, because there are no more pure humans to hunt.

All those that didn't escape were either transformed or absorbed as raw materials.

Eve sat on the roof of the city hall building.

She wasn't sitting on a chair, but on a sofa woven from the bodies of dozens of hybrid monsters. These monsters were still alive, but their consciousness was completely dominated by Eve, like a fleshy cushion covered with limbs and eyes.

She stood barefoot on the head of a monster, her fingers tracing lines in the air.

As she moved, the air throughout the city trembled slightly.

Unseen energy converged from all directions; fear, despair, pain, madness… these negative emotions generated by humans and monsters during their destruction were extracted and purified by Eve, transforming into a dark mist that she absorbed into her body. (End of Chapter)