You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean went home late at night.It's been quiet in the city for the past few days, and Dean came back at dinner time the other day, and Sam wondered why he came back so late today. Dean summoned the knight commander to sit with Bobby and had a long meeting. The expressions of the soldiers were very serious. If there is another battle, preparations before the battle are crucial.

In the middle of the night, Dean returned to the quiet monastery alone, and opened the door only to find that Sam was still awake.However, Sam already looked very sleepy. Although he looked like he was reading a book, he rested his forehead on his hand, and was quite distracted by the sleepiness. Relieved by Dean's presence, he closed the book and stood up with a big stretch.

"Wow, I'm so touched." Dean raised his eyebrows and joked with his younger brother, he walked into the room and closed the door behind his back, pulling down the cloak with one hand and putting it on the box, "You don't have to wait for me."

"I didn't wait for you." Sam firmly denied.He got up and put the book back on the shelf, and after Dean took off his leather armor, changed his clothes and lay down on the bed, he blew out the candle on the candlestick, and then went to bed.Perhaps because he was too sleepy, he fell asleep quickly.But it didn't take long for him to wake up, Dean sleeping beside him, and the room was dark.Lying on the bed, he turned his eyes around the room, and suddenly saw a dark figure standing by the bed and slowly raising a hand.

Sam was startled, trying to sit up when his eyes snapped open.

--that was a dream.

The tension spread through his body, and Sam was panting loudly, his heart beating so fast it was about to burst.

Dean, who was sleeping soundly, rolled over and hugged him at some point, and the smell of his body hit his face. Sam looked down, panting for Dean's scent, but didn't want to push him away.He hesitated and reached out to hug Dean, his palms lightly pressed against Dean's back, his fingers feeling the slight protrusion of Dean's spine through a layer of fabric.

He could sneak up on Dean so cowardly when night fell.It can all be blamed on Dean, because Dean has a bad habit.

But it was Sam Winchester who led these to the abnormal.

Sam tightened his arms.

Perhaps infected by Sam's emotions, Dean, who was still asleep, opened his eyes and woke up.He raised his head from Sam's shoulder socket in a daze, and when he saw Sam's eyes that were still bright in the darkness, the sleepiness dissipated suddenly.

Dean sucked in a breath of air, trying to put a slight distance between the two of them, only to realize that their hands were hugging each other.

And at this moment, Sam realized that Dean was really awake.He was lying stiffly on his side on the bed, his arms still around Dean, but he was too guilty to move at all.He looked away, and then peeked in shame, the tension and fear of the nightmare had long since dissipated, and now he could only hope that Dean didn't see some clues from him.

After all, they were too close.

So the air Dean breathed in was also Sam's breath, so Sam's body temperature was transmitted from his palms to his body through the layer of fabric, so he could still see the shy wandering eyes in Sam's eyes.

They are too close.

Dean's eyes fell unconsciously on Sam's lips again.

His fingers were carelessly rubbing against Sam's back.

This action made Sam even more nervous, and he thought it might be because Dean noticed that he was having a nightmare, so he wanted to calm him down.But this not only failed to calm him down, but also added fuel to the fire and made his body start to heat up slowly.

"Nightmare, Sammygirl?" Dean asked hoarsely, with his characteristic teasing in his tone, "So you turned your head and threw yourself into the arms of big brother?"

Dean hadn't realized until now that he was the one who turned around and hugged someone else.

Sam gave a vague "hmm".He's about to be laughed at by Dean again, but at least Dean hasn't found anything worse than that.At least, it's better to be laughed at than to be hated.

Dean laughed softly, and suddenly he hugged Sam tighter, and Sam tightened his arms, wrapping his brother in his arms. Dean's face was almost buried in the hollow of Sam's shoulder again, his body subconsciously tightened for a moment, then he tried to signal himself to relax, sullenly repeating the old story: "What the hell did they feed you to make you grow so big?"

"Bread and beans." Sam lowered his head slightly, trying to bring his lips closer to Dean's ear.

Dean shuddered suddenly as his breath blew against his ears.The tip of the ear started to heat up, and then slowly spread to the earlobe, and even the neck had a bad tendency, Dean can only be thankful that it's still late at night, and in the unlit room, Sam must not be able to see this.

But this is really not normal.

Dean struggled to get out of Sam's arms, insisting that Sam curl up against his chest like he did when he was a child - but after trying for a long time, he failed, and finally was held firmly in Sam's arms again.

strange.But Sam had a nightmare, and Dean felt that as an older brother, it was his responsibility to comfort his younger brother who was awakened by the nightmare.

Moreover, I wonder if this can speed up Sam's purification a little bit?

Sam was nervous, he was worried about the tattoo.He also worried about his lips and hands ready to move. Dean's fingers were still rubbing against his back, gently, tickling, all senses were revived by such a gentle touch, and became extremely sensitive.

The heartbeat was so loud that Sam thought it was too noisy.

He only hoped Dean, in his arms, didn't notice this.

Before that, he'd take Dean's place and spit on Sam Winchester.

But the two who hugged each other couldn't fully fall asleep after that. Dean doesn't really feel good—Sam's hair falls to his cheek, breath still brushes his ears, Sam's body is pressed against him.He closes his eyes and thinks of the kiss in the morning, and it's not Sam, but all that remains in his memory is Sam's smell.

The weird desire swelled in his body, and Dean didn't know what to do.

Sam is an Alpha, of course, this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that Sam is his younger brother.

And now he is being held in his arms by his younger brother, and he is unimaginably reminiscing about an unimaginable kiss.

Dean quietly swallowed the fluid under his tongue, but couldn't help but move his body closer to Sam.

The two stayed up until dawn in their unspeakable troubles, and Sam opened his eyes first.He moved carefully, not waking Dean.He didn't know that Dean was like him, but he slowly let go of Dean with reluctance, and then gently pulled Dean's hand to hold him, and quietly got off the bed.

Dean was too embarrassed to let Sam know he wasn't asleep at all, at least pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed until he felt Sam get out of bed.He opened his eyes and saw Sam bent down with his back to him, took out a clean robe from a box next to the wall, and then reached out to take off the clothes on his body.

When he saw Sam's strong back, Dean suddenly reacted, as if he had never seen Sam without clothes since he slept with Sam... It's a bit weird to say, but Sam always seems to avoid being in the Change clothes in front of him.

Sam has had an awkward obsession with certain etiquettes since he was a child, and it's not incomprehensible that he cares so much about them.

It's just that Dean was a little surprised, he thought Sam was just like everyone else in the church, a weak nerd - at this time he would not remember that Sam was actually an Alpha.

Dean's eyes slid slowly down from Sam's neck, his broad shoulders and back, his muscular arms and slender waist... Dean's eyes stopped on Sam's waistband, he bit the tip of his tongue, swallowed hard and the commotion condensed gasp.

Sam turned around at this moment.

He just wanted to make sure he wasn't disturbing Dean.

But when he turned around, he saw Dean staring at him, the red color spread rapidly from his freckled nose bridge, his mouth was slightly open, and his Adam's apple kept rising and falling with his breathing.

For a split second, Sam thought he was mistaken.He thought it was because he wanted to see this look on Dean's face, that's why he saw Dean like this.But he blinked, the red on Dean's face was still there, but his expression that was between surprise and desire was slowly replaced by panic, and then it became forced calm nonchalantly.

But Sam sees and sees.

He's sure it's not an illusion because he can clearly see every slight change in Dean's face.

But he didn't appear particularly elated.

Turning his head and continuing to change his clothes, Sam walked out of the room and went downstairs to wash up.

Dean wasn't sure if Sam had figured it all out.

Everything came too suddenly.

Weird kisses, weird desires, weird nostalgia, and weird longings.

These are like an old seed that was planted by whom and when, but never sprouted.After a long period of time, when no one remembered this seed, it suddenly broke through the ground and germinated.

But no one was happy about it.

Sam walked slowly down the stairs, remembering the look in Dean's eyes.

They all know that they are both saints and brothers.

TBC