You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean was startled when he woke up.

Morning light came in through the small wooden window above the wall behind Sam, casting a square of light on the floor.The cool air in the morning is filled with fresh plant aromas, and the cheerful chirping of birds comes from outside.

Dean was lying on his side, his hands clasping Sam's back, his face buried in Sam's shoulders, his nostrils filled with Sam's smell.And Sam had his arms around his waist, the tip of his nose touching the top of his head.Their bodies were so close together, Dean's shoulder against Sam's arm, chest almost against chest, knee against knee.

Dean twitched in Sam's arms, who was still asleep, and raised his face to escape from Sam's smell, but his belly accidentally bumped into the sensitive organs between Sam's legs.

Dean was taken aback again.Morning is the most embarrassing time, especially when the two Alphas are huddled on a small bed, the posture of hugging each other face to face is too unimaginable, and if they move, they will accidentally rub each other's sensitive parts.

He held his breath and widened his eyes, watching Sam quietly until he confirmed that he hadn't woken up yet, then slowly squirmed his body, trying to crawl out of his arms with hands and feet.In the middle of his efforts, he accidentally bumped into Sam's excited little brother. This time the little brothers stuck together directly. He cursed a dirty word in his heart without grace, but couldn't hold back his moan.

Sammy was his younger brother, and he wasn't particularly interested in his younger brother.Early morning is such a misleading time, Dean can only be thankful that Sam is sleeping soundly.

He grabbed Sam's hand behind his back, carefully pushing him away from him. Sam makes a sleepy snort, and Dean pauses, then breaks into a grin.It's a pity that he doesn't know how to draw, otherwise he would definitely take advantage of this time to draw Sam's sleeping face.When the relationship between their brothers became better again one day, he could take out the portrait and laugh at Sam's sleeping appearance.

Imagining Sam's expression at that moment, Dean couldn't help but laugh out loud.He shook his head, rubbed his face with his hands, and was about to get out of bed when Sam snorted again and opened his eyes.

Thankfully I got him off me before he woke up.

Dean sighed gratefully in his heart again, but his face concealed it very well.

"Good morning, Sammy." Dean sat up on the bed, said good morning, and was about to get out of bed when Sam grabbed his arm.

He turned his head puzzled, thinking that Sam had something to say, the next moment, Dean was pulled by the arms of Sam who had already got up and pressed him onto the bed.Hitting his head against the head of the bed, Dean grunted in pain, stared in surprise and was about to ask Sam what happened, but Sam had already firmly held his hands with his hands, leaning forward and pressing the tip of his nose against his soft jaw .

demon.

Dean, whose hands were firmly held, couldn't break free for a moment. He bent his knees and kicked hard on "Sam"'s calf. "Sam" wheezed painfully in his throat. He pressed Dean's legs hard with his knees and moved. Nose, sniff slowly and lightly on Dean's neck.

Dean struggled nervously, the tattoos on his chest in pain. The demon in Sam's body didn't seem to be in a hurry to feast on Dean's soul, he stood up slightly and looked at Dean, his hazel green eyes were empty, like a deep, empty well. Dean gritted his teeth and called out "Sam", but there was no response, so he began to read the Bible, struggling with his hands for a moment.

--until the unexpected kiss falls.

Legend has it that only those who trade with the devil will get the devil's kiss.That is the proof of the establishment of the contract. Human beings achieve their goals through the means of demons, and demons will come back ten years later to enjoy human souls.

But this is just a legend, Dean has only seen demons who forcibly occupy their skins and tear up their souls and devour them, and have never seen demons traded by humans.

And now, the "demon" kissed him.

But there was no transaction between them.

Sam--the devil--Sam's lips were on his lips, the tip of his tongue in his mouth.The kiss was so indulgent and so hard, the demon sucked almost all the oxygen out of Dean's body.When he let go of Dean, Dean could only breathe hard and loudly, sucking in air greedily to ease the pain in his chest from the brief suffocation.

But the devil didn't seem to intend to let Dean go, he blinked Sam's beautiful eyes, observed Dean, lowered his head and kissed the tip of Dean's nose, and buried his head on Dean's neck when he was weak, forcefully It sucked a bright red eye-catching mark on his neck.

He kissed Dean's shoulder through the clothes, and finally couldn't help but let go of Dean's hand, but put his own hand into Dean's spacious jacket.

Dean grabbed the demon by the hair suddenly and pulled him away from his body.The legs struggled, and the knees pressed hard against the demon's belly. Dean turned over to hold the demon down, pressed his chest hard with one hand, pressed his palm on the top of his head with his breath, and chanted the bible for a moment.

The pain from the tattoo seemed to melt the bones and flesh, and the fragments of the war knight screamed in the tattoo, and the sound almost pierced Dean's eardrum.But he just pressed the demon firmly, stared into his eyes, and chanted quickly.

When Sam called out Dean's name in a panic, Dean slowed down the chanting, blinked his eyes in relief, put his hands on Sam's face, and stared carefully into his eyes.

Those were Sam's eyes.

"Dean?"

Dean was lying on top of him, and Sam panicked for a moment.But he saw the bright red mark on Dean's neck at a glance, all the words he wanted to ask were blocked in his throat in an instant, he couldn't ask any questions, he could only let the noisy breathing occupy his ears.

Dean scrambled off Sam and turned his back, frowning in annoyance.

"I told you last time, don't get too close to the tattoos." Dean got out of bed and put on a jacket that is convenient for riding, opened the box and took out the leather armor to put on, "We...for some reason last night, we actually slept together caught."

If the same lie is used too many times, it will wear off.And Dean is worried about Sam now, the omen of the devil has suddenly appeared for some reason, and it has been less than ten days since the last time.

He was afraid that it would become more and more frequent in the future.

He was afraid that Sam's soul would be swallowed by demon blood.

Dean left Sam to follow his father, learned how to purify the devil, how to kill the devil. Sam has always been surrounded by various holy objects of the church, and he has been safe before, and no one has ever told him that Sam has any abnormalities.

Dean remembered his father's words too.

He learned how to cleanse the demons, because maybe one day, Sam would need his cleansing.He wouldn't tell anyone that Sam had demon blood, and no one could do it for him.

He also learned how to kill demons, because his father was afraid that one day Sam would become a demon too.

The evil of the Winchester family can only be eradicated by the Winchester family themselves.

But Dean doubted he could.

So he must figure out the reasons for these changes in Sam, and he must save Sam.

Dean's guessing tone made Sam feel guilty.He could have pushed Dean away in no time last night, like he'd done every night he'd been pissed off.But he wakes up after that wicked sweet dream, with the knight's kiss and touch still in his head, and Dean rolls over and hugs him now, and he can't resist.

"Hmm... I don't know either." Sam lied again.

Dean had lied to him about things that mattered, and he had lied to Dean with countless seemingly innocuous little lies.

He's the same kind of guy as Dean, a disgusting liar.

Dean had put on his boots and was dangling a short sword from his waist.He also has a lot of weapons, besides the heavy two-handed sword, there are also a lot of short knives, daggers and short swords, and the bits and pieces almost occupy an entire box.

"It's probably because you were too close at night, and you were affected by the tattoo again." Dean lowered his head and tightened the wrist brace again to fix it, and then checked the fixing straps of the chest pad, elbow pad and knee pad again, "I will How about sleeping on the floor?" He turned around and suggested seriously.

Sitting on the bed, Sam kept looking up at his brother's back, watching how he hung the dagger around his waist, how he patted the breastplate strap with his hands behind his back, and how he bent over to check the knee pads.He didn't want to take his eyes off Dean for a moment, just followed Dean's hand, gazing indulgently at his body.

Until Dean turned around.

Sam saw the glaring mark on Dean's neck again.

Opening his mouth, his heart fluttered for a long time, Sam first rejected Dean's proposal, and then pretended to ask about the trace casually.

"What? On the neck?" Dean naturally understood what Sam was asking, and he reached out and touched his neck in a silly way, pretending not to know what Sam was talking about, "Which side?"

Sam saw Dean's faking, and he was almost intimidated by the discovery.Blinking his eyes nervously, Sam guessed countless possibilities in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask, so he followed Dean's words and pointed to the corresponding position on his neck.

Dean put his hand there, muttering "Maybe there's a bug here".

TBC