You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Sam also heard another person's footsteps, but he didn't expect that person to rush out suddenly.He was hit straight, and although the opponent was not tall, his strength was abnormally great.His arms were tightly held, and he was pushed and shoved by the other party. The other party seemed to stand on tiptoe, rubbing the tip of his nose against his neck.

The offensive behavior made Sam instinctively raise his hand and grab the front of the man's shirt. In Dean's roar of "Sam be careful", he had already pulled away the man who suddenly rushed over and brushed him away.

Turning around, he pulled out the dagger from the saddle, rushed over to stop Sam, and swung the strange man away with the torch in his hand—Dean completed this series of actions in the blink of an eye. Whispering for Sam to back away.

"Dean, he is..." Sam forgot for a moment that he was still angry with Dean, holding the torch, Dean rushed towards him before he could finish his question.

The person bent over by the demon looked like a Beta, with a small build and short stature, but his movements were extremely flexible.He didn't speak, as if he didn't have to breathe anymore, he blinked his black eyes to dodge the dagger that was swung at him. Dean pressed forward step by step, and when his knife was about to cut the opponent's neck, the opponent suddenly leaned down and slammed into Dean's abdomen, and then reached out from between his arms to strangle him tightly. neck, lifting Dean, who was taller than him, with just one hand.

The throat was tightly constricted, and the suffocation made Dean's chest tighten, and there was a pain in his nasal cavity.He reluctantly switched hands to hold the knife, and with the point of the knife pointing up, he pierced through the arm that the opponent raised him.But the other party didn't care about it as if he lost the pain, and just tightened his fingers harder.

Lost in thought, Dean instinctively kicked his legs and struggled.He wanted to draw out the knife and stab the opponent in the chest again, but he couldn't use his strength.

It would be ridiculous to be killed by a demon here, in front of Sam.

Dean didn't know how he was still in the mood to joke with himself at this moment.

He pulled out the knife abruptly, intending to cut the opponent's neck, but at this moment, the other hand naturally took the knife still stained with blood from his hand.

It's Sam.

He took Dean's knife, walked up behind the man, stretched his hand around him, squeezed his chin tightly and pulled it upward, the knife in his right hand pressed against his neck, the blade penetrated deep into the skin, cutting open the artery, warm Blood spurted out.

The hand that was holding his throat loosened, and Dean, who had landed on his feet, was gasping for breath, covered in blood all over his head and face.He didn't even have time to be amazed by Sam's behavior, he just pushed Sam away hard, pressed the man whose neck had been cut to the ground, put one hand on the top of his head, and chanted the "Bible" loudly.

Sam, who was holding the knife, was pushed away two steps, and the sound of Dean chanting the scriptures woke him up.

The torch that he was holding just now was lying in the weeds, and it had already ignited a small piece of plant. Panting heavily, Sam strode over and grabbed Dean's still-dried cloak and doused the small fire.

He didn't realize he was killing when he killed.He just saw Dean being held up by the neck, he saw Dean's back struggling in pain, and saw that the other person remained indifferent even though his arm was stabbed through by a knife.The first reaction in his mind was that the man was a monster.The idea was ridiculous, but he didn't have time to think about it, threw the torch in his hand and followed to take the knife from Dean's hand.

It was the monster, and the monster was going to kill Dean.

So he kills the monster.

Cut the monster's neck with a knife.

Until Dean pushed him away.

He saw Dean put one hand on the top of the "monster"'s head, and he was still reciting the Bible.He hadn't seen anyone do this, but it was recorded in the book that it was "exorcism" - expulsion of demons possessing human flesh.

During Dean's exorcism, Sam stood silently behind him without asking questions, like a quiet guard. Dean was chanting the bible faster and faster, accompanied by a pungent sulfur smell, suddenly a puff of black smoke rose from the wound on the man's throat and flew into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

Dean stopped chanting, half kneeling beside the man, panting hard.He slowly let go of the hand on the man's head, lightly made a cross on his cold forehead, and then covered his eyes with his hand.

"That's... an exorcism?" Sam wasn't quite sure if the black smoke just now was a demon, "The exorcism needs a holy object to go smoothly..."

"I am the holy object." Dean turned his head, his face was bloody, even his eyelashes were tangled together with blood, only his eyes were still as clean as gems after washing.He stood up under Sam's astonished eyes, walked over and picked up his cloak and wiped his face carelessly, "All paladins have been consecrated by the Pope, and they are sacred objects in themselves." He said, grabbing the blood-stained cloak cover on the man's body.

"Put up a notice for people to lead him back." Dean shook his head, muttering, "We're going back to the river again."He wiped his face with his sleeve again, but no matter how hard he tried, Sam could only see the blood spread across Dean's face, making his brother's face more and more dirty.

Dean sees this as normal.

He had killed too many demon-possessed people, he no longer regarded them as his own kind, but when he took the knife, he remembered mercifully slitting his throat or piercing his heart.The gates of Paradise will never be opened to them again, and he will never add more pain to them than death.

But Sam wasn't like him.

Until now, Sam's hands were still shaking.Although he tried his best to keep himself calm, he also tried his best to find some more topics to talk to Dean, so that his attention could be diverted from this earlier.

But he doesn't seem to be doing so successfully.

He realizes that he killed someone in front of Dean.

Sensing Sam's abnormality, Dean, who was about to turn back to the river, abruptly withdrew his steps, hesitated for a while, and then said, "You did the right thing just now." But he didn't go up to pat Sam to comfort him, just because he There was blood on his hands at the moment too - it would have stained Sam's clothes.

Sam looked at Dean suddenly, disbelief on his face.

"I--"

"I know what you're going to say, you killed him, you killed people." Dean's expression was so calm that it was almost grim at the moment, he pointed at the corpse lying on the ground at the moment, "That's a demon, not a human. His soul has been devoured by demons, leaving nothing but a body controlled by demons. If you don't kill it, it will kill me, then kill you, and then follow this lovely road into the city. Kill It is not difficult to say that the dead demon is difficult, but as you can see, it is not easy. I am a warrior, and the instruction I received is that when encountering a demon, try to kill the flesh with all my strength, and then exorcise the demon."

This was the first time Sam had heard of it, having never had anything to do with demons.Although people keep mentioning the word "demon", no one in this world has seen them, just like human ghosts, there are legends, but he has never seen them.Now Dean tells him that those are true, that demons will devour human souls and control human bodies.

"I repeat, you did the right thing!" Dean said emphatically, "It was just the skin, you killed the skin and saved me, and I drove the demon away!"

Sam let out a breath of air.

Under the moonlight, his face was still unnaturally pale, and cold sweat slid down his face from between his forehead.He tried to convince himself that Dean was right, but the memory of him slitting the man's throat kept regurgitating in his mind, the warmth of the man's body, the resistance of the blade as it sliced ​​through the flesh.

The feeling of killing people just now is too fresh, it is not a memory that can be erased with a sentence or two of "you are right".

"Sammy?" Knowing that Sam was on the edge again, Dean frowned fiercely, not caring that his hands were still stained with blood, he reached out and patted Sam's face, then wrapped his palms around Sam's cheeks, rubbing them gently with his thumbs to his cheekbones.His tall brother was still panting, looking down at him with somewhat confused eyes.

"But you saved me."

You have not become like that, not possessed by demons.You are still my kind, my kindred, still my brother.

Dean doesn't like to think of some of his father's words, and now they're playing in his head.

If you can't save him, kill him.

no father.

Dean would never stand against his father, but this was the only thing he would ever do.

Dean held Sam's face in his hands, pulling him slightly closer to him with both hands, before tiptoeing unwillingly to kiss the top of his brother's head.

TBC