You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Sam hugged Dean's clothes with his back to the well, eyes unblinking in the direction of the monastery.The sound of water pouring down kept coming from behind him, he looked up at the moon again, and swallowed the tasteless saliva lightly. While Dean was taking a shower, he managed to find something to make Sam talk from time to time, but to his dismay, Sam just turned his back to him and didn't say a word from beginning to end.So whether it was an interesting topic or a slightly deliberate one, it all became his soliloquy in the end, maybe he got it wrong, Sam probably still didn't like him very much.

Cold water quickly flowed over the body along the shoulders and chest, diluting the bloody smell left on the body. Dean wiped his face with cold water in the dark, his body trembling slightly from the temperature of the water.He wiped his body clean and called his brother's name.

Sam still couldn't help turning his head when Dean called him.

Dean's back was turned to him too.

Those scars were still there, ugly, like weird writing on Dean's body.

Sam's gaze moved slowly down Dean's spine from the slightly damp hair on the back of his head. The small protruding bone at the back of Dean's neck, the wing-shaped butterfly bone on his back, the sunken waist, and the tailbone that finally sank into the crevice of his buttocks.

The gaze was splashed on Dean like bubbling boiling water, with a milky mist that slid down from his shoulders to his heels.

The air became sticky again, with high heat, tightly blocking Sam's nose and mouth.He quietly let out a hot panting, his Adam's apple rose and fell, hissing noise rolled in his lower abdomen, and the pain swept across his groin again, he sucked in air hard, took a hard step, and reached out to pass the clothes to Dean's back only hands.

Anyone who drowns in the moonlight is a sin.

Dean got dressed quickly, and when he turned around, he saw Sam standing there with a weird expression on his face.He scratched his hair in embarrassment, thought for a while, and then muttered, "Let's go take a shower next time."He grabbed the dirty laundry and reached out to pat Sam's waist.

Sam seemed to be scalded, and his body shook suddenly.

And Dean was already walking towards the monastery.

The knights probably wouldn't be so particular about it. During the march, when encountering a river, a group of people would jump into it naked.Maybe everyone is like Dean, with black tattoos on his chest and horrific scars on his back.They have long been accustomed to it and don't take it seriously.

Only Sam, only Sam now, actually began to mind the informality and lack of etiquette of the knights.Their eyes can flow through Dean's body like a river, and everyone doesn't mind, because they are fighters and best friends like brothers.

Sam didn't think he could.

This is no longer a matter of so-called etiquette.

He already knew it himself.

It is lust to have a thought for an elder brother that goes beyond brotherhood.

Mind the magnanimity among the knights, it is jealousy.

He committed two crimes.

"Sammy?" Dean, who had already walked a long way, realized that Sam hadn't followed, and called back in confusion.He turned around and trotted back, seeing Sam standing there with a troubled face, he couldn't help but frowned slightly worriedly, "What happened?"

You are a holy object, can you purify me by reciting the scriptures?

Sam looked at Dean, shaking his head slowly, lying silently.

Dean didn't believe Sam, he called Sam's name again in a low voice, but his brother was still silent and refused to speak.He reached out to put his hand on Sam's cheek, and the freezing temperature made Sam flinch subconsciously.

"I'm fine...just...something suddenly occurred to me." Sam breathed out slowly, stepping back to let Dean's hand leave his body.

He didn't know what was tempting him, maybe it was just because of the smell of Omega, maybe it was because of the holy object itself.

"Go back, are you going out tonight?" Sam casually brought up a topic. Dean still stared at Sam worriedly for a moment, until Sam reached over and nudged him on the shoulder, urging him to go back.

"You don't need to patrol the streets tonight."

Sam just said "um" when he heard the words, and there was silence between them again.

Dean still went to bed early, it was a rare day off, he needed a long sleep to replenish his strength. Sam still read his book, but often looked up at Dean who was lying on his side on the bed. Dean always slept on the side next to the door, facing out. Sam can only see the short hair on the back of Dean's head, and the slight arch of his back.

His bare neck.

his shoulders.

Sam can barely take his eyes off Dean.When Dean is awake, he can only spy on Dean's back like a burglar, staring blankly at the back of his neck.And right now, Dean is lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly. Sam no longer has to worry about Dean turning around suddenly, no need to worry about his suspicious gaze being caught by Dean.

Everything came unexpectedly. Sam occasionally makes the assumption that Dean wasn't at the Abbey the day Walt came into heat, didn't smell like an omega, or that he didn't come back early that day and everything was normal.Maybe nothing after that would have happened, Dean was still a brother, he was still a brother, and they slept in the same bed at night, and when Dean leaned over in an ugly sleeping position, he would push him away.

Yet all coincidental collisions are fate.

It was destined long ago, neither too early nor too late, everything happened at just the right time.

Sam sighed quietly.He closed the book, blew out the candle, and went to the bed.

Lying down next to Dean.

Falling asleep also becomes difficult. Sam silently recited the Gospel in his heart, he repented, he repented every time he couldn't help but look at Dean's back, and the dream was full of his repentant prayers.

He saw the suffering Son, haggard, carrying a cross, walking towards the holy city with difficulty.The noon sun was glaring, scorching the already cracked ground, and the holy son's naked and cracked feet stepped on the ground, leaving a string of mournful red.

Sam was standing in the crowd, staring at the bony back of the Son, when suddenly a huge black smoke rose from the cross on the Son's back and rose into the sky.The crowd screamed in horror and fled in all directions. The knight galloped from afar on a black horse, swung a huge sword and cut off the cross. The sharp blade cut a long wound on the back of the Son along the spine.

Black smoke rushed out from the wound, surrounding the knight. The knight cut off the head of the Son, rode to Sam and dismounted, took off his helmet to reveal short blond hair, raised his face and kissed him.

"I swear allegiance to you, my lord."

The knight stuck his soft tongue into Sam's mouth, dropped the sword and helmet in his hand, and gently stroked Sam's body. Sam couldn't help but cupped the knight's face to respond to him, and the knight, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Sam saw that it was a pair of pure black eyes.

Open your eyes, the blazing sun and black smoke have disappeared, there is no Son with a split back, no cross with black smoke spewing out, only the knight, only the knight is still--

Dean turned over unconsciously at some point, and put his arms around Sam.His forehead was on Sam's shoulder, his fingers pressed against Sam's back.Moist warm breath sprayed on bare skin, and Sam swallowed hard in the dark, the faint omega smell of Dean's body rushing towards him.But it was Dean's smell that bothered Sam more than that.

To Sam, it was another Alpha smell, a red flag.

But he was trapped by such a smell and dared not move.

He was still kissing Dean in the dream, his hands could touch Dean's face, and Dean's hands rested on him.

They kiss in a dream full of demons.

A huge sense of guilt engulfed Sam, but his body tensed under Dean's unconscious touch, and the pain spread from the place where Dean touched, following the blood flow to the whole body.The organs between the legs twitched inappropriately, slowly congested and hardened. Sam curled up on his tiny bed, facing Dean's arms, but didn't dare to reach out to respond.

The sleeping Dean didn't notice Sam's painful struggle, he just tried to adjust his sleeping position comfortably, tightening his arms to hold Sam tighter.His short, tangled hair brushed the side of Sam's neck, his breath brushed the back of Sam's neck, and even his lips brushed against Sam's clothes.

Dean's lips.

Dean's kiss.

Sam suddenly groaned in a low voice, and finally put his hands on Dean's waist, slowly gathered his arms, and wrapped Dean into his arms, completing a not-so-perfect hug.

He lowered his head and carefully kissed the top of Dean's head.

TBC