American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam, escorting the girls, sprinted frantically until they reached the entrance to the bunker.

Although most of the girls were malnourished and mentally exhausted, the prospect of finally escaping brought out every ounce of strength they had.

Dean led the way, kicking aside the wooden boards blocking the entrance to clear a path for the girls behind him.

But as he stepped out of the bunker, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, his expression freezing.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Not far ahead, a burly man with a scruffy beard stood glaring at them, his face full of malice. The surrounding temperature visibly rose, heat radiating intensely from the man.

Sam, coming up behind, saw the same scene. He quickly moved to shield the girls, standing shoulder to shoulder with Dean as they warily faced the monstrous figure.

The man's eyes glowed faintly golden, eerily luminous in the dim light. Raising his arms, his hands—glowing like red-hot iron—emitted waves of searing heat.

The girls, already terrified, collapsed weakly to the ground. Their prolonged imprisonment had left them in poor physical condition, and the terrifying sight drained what little strength they had left.

They were too paralyzed even to scream.

Dean quickly realized this, abandoning the idea of staying behind to buy time for Sam to escape with the girls. It was clear that wasn't going to work.

Alex and Jo were still deeper in the cave, engaged in battle with two other dragons. They wouldn't be able to come to their aid anytime soon.

With a wry smile, Dean glanced at Sam and drew the Valkyrie shortsword from his belt.

"I said it before, Sam—at this point, nothing is going to surprise me."

"Yeah, Dean. Who'd have thought the two of us would one day stand side by side, fighting dragons from legend?" Sam replied, unsheathing his own shortsword as he fixed his gaze on the dragon before them.

Ever since they embarked on the path of hunter, the brothers had faced countless monsters that most people couldn't even imagine. But no matter the foe, they had never once thought of retreating.

Just like now, with the helpless girls behind them—still children, with lives ahead of them—the brothers were determined to protect them. What did it matter if their enemy was a dragon?

"Dragons from legend, huh? And all we have are these two swords Alex gave us, and the two of us," Dean said, gripping his sword tightly, chuckling despite the odds.

"Yeah, Dean. Guess what? I think we've got a good chance of winning."

Dean laughed at Sam's response, his grin turning bloodthirsty.

"Funny—so do I!"

The scruffy-bearded man could no longer contain his anger, roaring as he lunged toward the two humans before him.

The searing heat surged forward, and Dean and Sam knew they couldn't afford to let him touch them. The extreme temperatures could melt steel—if he got a hold of them, they'd be incinerated.

The brothers quickly split up, dodging the attack from two directions. The near-miss sent the girls recoiling in fright, their hands clamped over their mouths.

Taking advantage of the dragon's failed strike, Dean swung his sword backhanded, slicing into the man's shoulder.

The Valkyrie blade cut through the dragon's skin the moment it made contact, leaving a gaping wound. It sizzled and popped like water droplets in a boiling pan, and the man's shoulder erupted with cracking sounds.

Blood splattered to the ground, burning small holes where it landed.

"Cool!" Dean exclaimed.

Before he could savor the success of his strike, Sam's urgent voice called out.

"Dean, watch out!"

The dragon, enraged by the pain, turned and unleashed a jet of blazing fire at Dean's head. The searing breath roared toward him, and Dean instinctively leaned back, dropping to the ground.

The scorching flames passed just above his face. His quick reaction saved him from being roasted alive.

Seeing the human lying prone, having narrowly dodged his flames, the dragon immediately prepared to lower his head and unleash another fiery attack to turn Dean into ashes.

But before he could act, Sam charged in from the side, slamming into the dragon and knocking him away.

The two tumbled together, forcing the dragon to stop spewing flames. Even in his human form, the dragon retained his formidable strength. After being taken by surprise, he quickly regained his footing.

Pinning Sam to the ground with his knee, the dragon held him immobile. Raising his right arm, which was now glowing with fiery light, he illuminated the surroundings like a blazing torch.

Glaring down at Sam with murderous intent, the dragon's face twisted into a feral snarl. In that moment, all he wanted was to rip out Sam's heart with his bare hands.

But before he could strike, Dean charged in with lightning speed. Without giving the dragon a chance to attack, Dean swung his sword and severed the man's raised arm.

"AAARGH!!!"

The dragon howled in agony as blood sprayed from the stump. The molten liquid burned holes into the ground.

He couldn't comprehend how these two mere humans had managed to wound him. As a dragon, he was nearly unmatched in this world. Since the dark medieval ages, not even modern weaponry had been able to harm him.

At this moment, no one was going to answer the dragon's doubts, nor did anyone care about his thoughts.

Seizing the opportunity as the dragon was momentarily distracted by the pain, Sam raised the Valkyrie shortsword in both hands and drove it straight into the dragon's chest.

Crack!

A thunderous tearing sound echoed from within the dragon's body, as if lightning had exploded inside him.

The human-like skin on his body flickered with sparks, and soon, with the last remnants of life force stripped away, the dragon finally drew his last breath and collapsed lifelessly beside Sam.

At that moment, Jo came running out of the bunker.

Her face was filled with anxiety as her eyes scanned the surroundings. When she saw the heavily breathing Dean and Sam, as well as the defeated dragon, she let out a sigh of relief.

Turning her gaze to Jo and Alex emerging from the cave, Dean's expression softened into a smile.

The sun rose.

It was a new day.

The warm sunlight bathed the town, waking its residents from slumber.

The tranquil little town seemed as peaceful as ever, its people going about their routines. They stepped out of their homes and started another day's work.

Everything appeared unchanged, yet no one could have imagined that not far away, in an abandoned canyon, a fierce battle had just concluded.

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After dropping off the last girl, Rose, at her doorstep, the young girl got out of the car and turned back to look at the group with deep gratitude.

"Thank you again. Really, thank you for saving me."

Her voice was soft and pleasant, and though her face was beautiful, it was caked with dirt and reeked of an unpleasant stench.

The grime and odor were the lingering effects of her ordeal. Hopefully, a good bath would wash away not only the filth but also the terror she had endured.

"You're welcome, kid," Sam said, smiling as he tousled Rose's hair. "But remember, don't tell anyone about this. Not even the priest at your church."

Hearing this, Rose nodded earnestly.

Although it was her first time meeting these people, their willingness to risk their lives to save her left her unsure how she could ever repay them.

Before this, she had no idea that monsters truly existed in the world. While she volunteered at her church, this experience had shaken her to her core.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I'll keep your secret, and I'll pray for all of you at the church."

They silently watched as Rose walked back into her home. No one spoke a word.

From afar, they saw an elderly woman, Imma, open the door and joyfully embrace her daughter. The sight filled everyone in the car with warmth and happiness.

"This never gets old, does it?" Jo said, leaning back in her seat with a sweet smile.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "This is why we do this work. Someone has to walk in the darkness to fight for the light of others. Without us, this world would be so much darker."

Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, nodded in agreement.

If, at first, he had been dragged back into this life by Dean, now he was fully committed to dedicating himself to hunting monsters.

"Maybe I've seen so-called 'superheroes' in other worlds," Alex said earnestly, "but here, you're the real superheroes."

"Thank you, Alex," Sam replied with a heartfelt expression.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I genuinely want to thank you," Sam said, exhaling deeply.

"In this line of work, we never care what others think or expect any recognition. But you're different. It means a lot that you acknowledge us."

"I should be thanking you," Alex said, smiling as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. "For letting me experience something I never had before."

No further words were needed.

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Dean suddenly broke the silence.

"Enough of this sentimental talk. Let's discuss last night. I personally killed a dragon! A dragon! From medieval times to now, no hunter has ever done that!"

"Actually, I was the one who 'personally' killed it," Sam interjected.

"We killed it together!" Dean declared, holding up a finger.

Just as Dean was about to say more, his phone rang.

The call was from Bobby, who had been helping the brothers research information on Heaven. Dean answered, exchanging a few quick words.

After two or three minutes, Dean hung up the phone.

Turning to Alex in the back seat, Dean spoke with a somewhat complicated tone.

"Uh... Bobby thinks he might've found a lead on a tear in Heaven."

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