You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean laughed a little at Sam's question.He looked up at his tall brother who came to him, sat down low, then turned his head and waited for his answer seriously and worriedly. Dean pulled his brother's cloak tight around his body, pulling the hem over his legs.

The cloak smelled of Sam, and Dean frowned instinctively.Obviously, Alphas don't like to have other Alpha-smelling things close to their bodies, especially the back of their necks. This will make them feel threatened, and their bodies will unconsciously make defensive or even attack postures.

Probably wanting to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling sooner, Dean sniffed the smell on the cloak with his nostrils, so that he could quickly adapt to Sam's smell, and the feeling of being surrounded by his scent - despite this Feelings offended Dean the Alpha, too.

Sam also noticed Dean's small movements, he didn't think so much when he took off the cloak, and didn't realize that his brother was also an Alpha until he saw Dean take the initiative to sniff the smell on the cloak.It is Alpha's nature to be competitive and courageous, and one Alpha will never bow to another Alpha easily - even if they are brothers. Dean's restraint and a little cowardly gesture made Sam's chest inexplicably hot. He turned his head to look at the burning fire, and stretched out his hand to squeeze Dean's clothes on top of the fire.

"Although the heavy armor can wrap the body tightly, it is not easy to be pierced, but it is too bulky. If we want to surprise the enemy..." Dean was still holding on to Sam's cloak, and the smell on it made him feel like he was on pins and needles.When he said this, he noticed the surprised eyes that Sam suddenly turned his head and projected, as if he was surprised that the Paladins would do such an unsightly thing as a sneak attack.

Dean smiled.

He thought his brother was really cute.

"We are fighters, and raids and sneak attacks are also effective tactics." He looked at Sam with a "Don't look at me like that" expression on his face, "At that time, speed is the most important thing, and heavy armor becomes the most important thing." It’s a burden. So we usually change to leather armor, or don’t wear any armor, and the parts that are more vulnerable to injury are naturally exposed.” He said, subconsciously looking down at his chest and abdomen.

Perhaps because he wasn't used to Sam's smell, Dean hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled the cloak off his body, only letting it cover his legs.Finally breaking free from the scent of another Alpha, Dean straightened up and took a deep breath.

The firelight illuminated Dean's white body.There are also deep and shallow scars running across his chest and abdomen, some of which are already very light, like light brown or pink spots, and some of which can still vaguely see the disastrous flesh turned out when he was injured. elephant.

Sam couldn't help swallowing hard.

The kind of pain that can only exist in fantasy burned his body again, and the tight skin was filled with stinging pain like ants gnawed.For some reason, he reaches out and touches Dean's old scars with a touch of fear. Dean didn't say no, like letting go of a curious, wayward kid.He and Sam didn't play by the rules anyway, when it was just the two of them in the house, and they still are.

So he could allow Sam to touch his scar.

Where knights proudly wear scars as medals, he takes them as warnings.

He has to be more careful.

His life is also precious, because he has to protect Sam.

Not the same as Dean. Sam hadn't been in any wars, and in his world even injuries were rare.It's not that the young deacon is ignorant of the world—he's just...he's read books and paintings about war, and he knows war is a terrible disaster, but it never occurs to him that he has anything to do with those disasters. There is actually only one person between them.

Dean.

Sam's hand moved from Dean's stomach to his chest. Dean has a scar that runs almost across his chest, and Sam's fingers slide along it across Dean's chest, and Dean flinches.He is not used to being touched too gently by others, which makes him a little uncomfortable.Besides--

"What's this?" Sam followed his hand to the tattoo on Dean's left collarbone.

Dean flinched again.

What's more, he has a tattoo on his body.

"A tattoo that prevents the invasion of evil."

That tattoo is actually a fragment of the War Knight - the War Knight was captured and sealed in the sealing battle 80 years ago. At that time, the high priest forcibly divided his spirit into countless fragments, and then used the tattoo to seal it. Sealed into the body of the paladin.

The fragments of the war knights were sealed in a jar, and every time there was another sealing battle, the high priest at that time would tattoo the fragments for the paladins in the same way.The war knight once fed demons. After his fragments were sealed into the human body, whenever a demon approached, the fragments would follow the original instinct and scream wildly. If the devil wanted to occupy the human body, the fragments would definitely devour it. .

That piece of skin hurts from time to time, especially during the Sealing War, when a demon gets close, it hurts unbearably.The knights don't like others to touch that tattoo, not even comrades-in-arms.They understand each other, and they abide by this unspoken rule at all times.

Sam didn't know any of this.

He was just a little worried.Seeing this all of a sudden on a body full of scars does cause a little uneasiness.

Sam's touch made the skin around the tattoo tingle again, splinters scurrying under Dean's skin. Dean groaned to himself, but didn't shake Sam's hand away.

He felt that Sam now was just like the 10-year-old boy back then, with staring eyes, exploring the unknown with an expression of incredulity and bewilderment.

He'd always thought Sam was a good fit for church, Sam for a quiet place.The deacon doesn't even have to be involved in the local administration, which is great for Dean.

The shards scrambled under Sam's touch, roaring silently. Dean suddenly felt a familiar sharp pain in the tattoo, took a breath in surprise, and reflexively looked up at Sam, who was frowning.

The surroundings were originally quiet, but the sound of running water, the sound of the horse's breathing, and the crackling of burning branches made the relationship between Sam and Dean even more peaceful. Sam also enjoys the peace of this moment, he enjoys his worry about Dean, it's like going back to the old days when he contradicted his father for Dean.

However, suddenly there was an indescribable manic noise around, like the screams of thousands of people gathered together, and like noisy whispers.They were magnified in the wind, magnified, magnified, suddenly crowded into his brain, and ran wildly in his mind.

Dean was suddenly pushed down by Sam's force, and his back slammed into the pebble-covered river beach. He let out a soft grunt in pain, opened his eyes and looked at Sam in surprise, and called out "Sammy" reflexively.But Sam ignored it.He seemed to be unable to hear or see, his hazel green eyes dimmed, and he just bent down, animal-like to Dean's neck, sniffing his scent.The tip of his nose brushed against Dean's Adam's apple, then pressed against Dean's soft jaw, taking a deep breath.

The same thing happened to Dean twice before.

It was all in the seal battle, and all fighters understood the meaning of this action.

That is the demon smelling the human soul.

The tattoo of hunger and thirst caused pain, and the surrounding skin turned blood-like red. Dean looked at Sam in horror, but didn't dare to call his name again - his consciousness seemed to be asleep, and the body was dominated by another consciousness at the moment.

That's the secret.

It's the fact that Father and Dean won't tell Sam.

"Sam"'s fingers brushed against Dean's skin, and when his fingertips touched the tattoo, he suddenly screamed in pain, Dean took the opportunity to get up and turn over, and sat on "Sam"'s stomach to hold him down, holding him with one hand Quickly reciting the Bible above his head.

The manic noise slowly faded from his head, and he heard the sound of wind, running water, horse snorting, and... the sound of Dean chanting from the Bible.

Lying on the cobblestones, Sam saw his brother sitting on top of him, one hand pressing hard on the top of his head.Dean, who was backlit, had a serious expression at the moment, his jewel-like eyes were still as bright as stars. Sam's eyes moved to the tattoo under Dean's collarbone, the skin around it glowed a rich red, making it look like a rose flower blackened by paint.

Sam let out a slow breath.

It's not good to be crushed by another Alpha, and now every cell in his body is clamoring to throw his brother off him.Resisting the urge, he called out "Dean," his eyes finally falling on the cloak that barely covered Dean's legs.

This picture made his mind go crazy for no reason, and his heart beat suddenly.

He attributed all this to the natural repulsion among Alphas.

"what happened?"

Dean gasped, reaching over eagerly to caress Sam's face.After confirming that his younger brother was indeed awake, he got up and sat aside with his cloak in his arms.

"You are affected by the tattoo," Dean said with mixed explanations, "there is a powerful power sealed inside the tattoo, and ordinary people will be disturbed. Don't touch it next time." He turned his head to see that Sam had already sat down When he got up, he didn't seem to doubt his words. In order to change the subject as soon as possible, he continued to ask, "You came out to find me at night, what happened?"

TBC