You are my sin uncrowned poem

16

Sam spends a long time washing Dean's clothes by the well behind the monastery.

It smelled of Omega, and... Dean's semen.

Sam licks his parched lips and thinks what a terrible afternoon he's had, not only has he caught his brother masturbating, but now he's doing his brother's laundry.Right now, he just wants Dean to stay in their room, close the door, and not let the omega smell on him escape.

--In addition to students and monks, there are also a group of Alpha knights here.

Sam doesn't quite remember how his eyes were glued to Dean just now, nor how his chest tightened and his groin felt hot, but he just didn't want other Alphas to have these weird behaviors when they saw Dean reaction.

It's all the fault of the smell.

Thinking of this, Sam couldn't help rubbing Dean's clothes angrily, almost tearing the hem of the robe.

At this time, Dean's servant also came with a bunch of clothes, some of his own, and some that Dean gave him at noon. Sam saw Dean's blood-stained robes at a glance, and he politely picked out Dean's clothes from the servants, motioning for him to do the laundry.

"You even do the laundry for Dean?"

The servant nodded naturally.He likes the younger brother of the head of the regiment, he is very polite and friendly.

"In the beginning, the Grand Master had a dedicated cook, but he didn't like it, so the Inspector General added another cook." The servant brought a wooden bucket filled with water from the well, "He likes to drink with us. He paused for a while, fluttered his nose and sniffed, and said to himself in surprise, "Why does it smell like Omega?"

Sam rubbed the clothes in his hands again silently.

When he finally felt that he had washed these clothes, the color of the sun had been smeared by time into a golden orange close to red, nestling against a large golden sunset glow.He hung his clothes to dry at the back of the monastery, and when he got back, Dean was on his way to dinner.

"I thought you fell into the well, Sammy." Seeing Sam, Dean's face became uncomfortable again, and his cheeks flushed uncontrollably again.He made a joke casually, and after receiving his younger brother's eyes, he had no choice but to scratch the back of his neck, "Dinner?"

Dean in his oversized robes made Sam feel like a student in the wrong teacher's clothes. Sam was taken aback by his own associations, and if he'd said it to Dean, Dean would've jumped up and retorted, followed by a long barrage of taunts. Sam stared at Dean's rolled-up sleeves for a moment, then stepped out of the way: "I'm not hungry yet."

Dean gave Sam a strange look in his eyes, and then went downstairs alone with a flat mouth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Dean seems to have an Omega smell on him.

But it wasn't long before Dean stormed back into the room with a plate of bread and beans in one hand and a flagon and wine glass in the other.He put the plate on the table for Sam to eat quickly, and sat down on the chair next to Sam, pouring glasses of wine.

"Dean?"

Sure enough, he still smelled like an Omega.

Sam stole a slightly concerned look at Dean.

Of course Dean wouldn't tell his brother that he'd been stared at by his knights all through dinner, like he really was an Omega.And the hideously big robe on his body, the monks and students couldn't help staring at him, and some cheerful students couldn't help covering their mouths and giggling.

Although he didn't mind other people's stares, any kind of staring made him angry tonight.

Damn Omega, Damn Robe, Damn Sam!

Sam just sat helplessly watching his brother sulking while drinking, and the omega smell on Dean was really distracting.

The smell of Sam on his clothes also made Dean restless, surrounded by other Alpha smells made him instinctively tense up all the time, he rolled his tongue to wipe the liquid from his lips, and unhappily reached out and took a piece of bread from the plate and stuffed it whole into the mouth.

"Well... by the way," Dean said to Sam while chewing the bread in his mouth as if remembering something, "I will go out to patrol the streets every night from now on, it may be the first half of the night or the second half of the night, don't You followed me quietly." He said and yawned, "I'm going tonight, I'll go to sleep for a while."

After Dean finished speaking, he took another sip of wine, put the jug and glass in front of Sam, stuffed another piece of bread into his mouth, and walked over to pour it on the bed. Sam didn't even have time to ask anything carefully, and Dean, who was tired for two full days, fell asleep.

Demons appear.

Sam stared thoughtfully at the sleeping Dean for a while, and he also ate two loaves and beans whole, and drank a glass of wine from the glass Dean had just used before getting up and going to the library.

Bobby was here late last night. Sam didn't know which books he had read. There were many ancient books and handwritten books, some of which were orphans, which recorded many incredible phenomena and events. Sam slowly shuttled between the rows of bookshelves, his eyes flicked over the titles of each book, occasionally stopping, pulling out a book and flipping through it in his hand.

There are very few records about demons.

That kind of evil cannot be recorded.

But if you search patiently, you can always find a few words about demons in some inconspicuous passages of some books.Those descriptions and descriptions are like a pile of torn canvas fragments. Now he needs to collect the fragments little by little, and then carefully piece them back together, so as to find out the truth about the devil.

Devour souls, lead people to fall, evil, spirit.

The words and sentences about demons are always as simple and cryptic as possible, as if deliberately avoiding something. Sam made himself try to stay in front of every bookshelf, running his fingers across the thick spines of the books, and took out a book, looking for everything about demons like a treasure hunt.

Of course, what he was looking for was not treasure.

Sam stayed late in the library, his eyes sore that he could barely keep them open when he finally remembered to check the time.In fact, he's not much better than Dean, after all, he also stayed up all night yesterday.

Closing the book and carefully putting it back on the shelf, Sam left the library, walked down the long wooden corridor, across the quiet courtyard, upstairs, and pushed open the door of the room.

Dean was lying on the bed facing the door, still fast asleep.The room still smelled of two Alphas and one Omega.

Sam walked around the end of the bed to the other side, climbed up, but didn't lie down right away.Eyes adapted to the darkness can already accurately distinguish the contours of Dean's shoulders and his waist. There was another slight pain in his groin. The young deacon let out a low gasp in the late night air, leaned over, and brought the tip of his nose close to the The dimple of Dean's neck.

There's the smell of Omega, more of Dean's, and... his own on the clothes.

Everyone is very sensitive to smell, and Alpha hates the smell of other Alphas on his body, because it is almost equivalent to being overwhelmed and defeated by the other Alpha in a contest with another Alpha, and forced to declare surrender in this way.And there is almost only one possibility that Alpha has the smell of Omega.

But Dean is different from those Alphas who have marked Omega. The scent left by the marked Omega on his own Alpha will not attract other Alphas. That stupid question.

He was almost intimidated by the smell then.

Then Dean turned away, moaning hoarsely.Lust is like water, with the clouds of shame projected in the water, flowing from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and overflowing his red and full lips.

Sam took another breath, letting the scent of Dean fill his nostrils.He was silent for a long time in instinctive disgust, but his hand was uncontrollably almost pressed against Dean's waist.He clenches his fists in mid-air and slowly lays himself on his back on the bed.

In the same darkness, Dean sat naked astride him, pressing his palms hard on the top of his head.

The roaring noise rolled in his blood, and he was breathing hard like a fish exposed to dry air.

Then Sam saw the black tattoo on Dean's chest, smeared red around it, like a rose with sharp petals.

TBC