You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean quietly hid the map in his cloak when Sam wasn't looking.

There is still no news from the Holy See.After a day of patrolling, Dean tied his war horse outside the monastery in the middle of the night, walked quietly into the monastery by himself, touched the outside of the dean's room by moonlight, and gently pushed the door open.

Don't monks have the habit of locking their doors?

Dean raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He pushed the door open a crack and sneaked into the room lightly.The dean slept alone on his small bed, with loud snores coming from his nostrils. Dean gave the Dean a surprised look, he'd always thought only fat old men like Bobby would snore in their sleep - at least his father didn't snore when he was sleeping.

Suddenly thinking of his father brought Dean's eyes darkened.He quietly took a deep breath, and began to rummage through the clothes that the dean had taken off, then the boxes, the bookshelves... Finally, he walked to the bed and carefully lifted the quilt from the dean.

The key hangs around his neck.

The monks usually wear conservative high-necked robes, and the key is hung around the neck and hidden in the clothes, so no one can find it.

Dean glanced at the sleeping dean, took out his dagger and cut the rope to remove the key amidst his grunts.

I'm just borrowing it, and I'll return it after daybreak.

Dean opened his mouth, said this wordlessly to the dean, then turned and left quietly.

He left the monastery as fast as he could, got on his horse, and followed the map in his mind to the entrance of the secret passage.

The key to the secret passage entrance is actually composed of 3 keys nested together. Dean rushed to the entrance of the secret passage, dismounted, and patted its neck.

"Wait for me obediently, baby."

He took out the key, split it into three, and used one of the iron keys to unlock the first cast iron gate. It took Dean a lot of effort to push open one of the two heavy iron doors, and the hinge that hadn't been moved for many years made a harsh creaking noise under Dean's push.

Dust came rushing in from the deep and secret passages that no one had ever entered, and Dean was caught off guard by the dust covering his head and face.He closed his eyes, covered his mouth and nose, bent over and coughed twice, pulled up his cloak to cover the parts below his eyes, then straightened his body, and continued to move forward in the dimly lit secret passage.

Fortunately, he had already memorized the map in advance. The light here is so dark and there is no fire to illuminate it. Even if he brought the map, he probably couldn't see it clearly.

Not long after walking, Dean came across a second copper gate. Dean unlocked the lock and pushed the door open, and at this point, if there were no lights, he would have been completely invisible, the surroundings were completely dark, and he couldn't see his fingers.Strange—or weirdly, when Dean completely pushed the second door against the wall on one side, the candles fixed on the candlesticks on both sides of the secret passage suddenly lit up one by one, and the candles flickered. Brightly illuminate the road ahead.

Dean narrowed his eyes and held his breath, one hand already touched the dagger at his waist.But there was no one but him here, nor any other living beings, not even demons.Under the light of the candle, Dean cautiously moved towards the place where the magic weapon was located. He encountered several forks in the middle of the road, and the road ahead was completely dark. However, when he chose which road to take, the candles on that road would be destroyed. All lit.

The road between the second door and the third door was the longest and most complicated, and Dean had to take out a map for comparison halfway.Because the drawn map is reversed from the actual map, he will turn the canvas upside down by the candlelight, which penetrates the fabric so that he can see the correct map from the reverse side.

After carefully comparing the map and confirming that his route was correct, Dean put away the map and continued to move forward, as if there were countless forks and choices waiting for him ahead.The deeper he went into the secret passage, the more Dean felt that maybe the real sealing formation was not limited to the monastery. He estimated the size of this underground secret passage, even if someone told him that the entire city was part of the sealing formation Nor would he be surprised.

When he came to the last silver gate, Dean was tired from the dust, lack of air and long walks.He took out the last key and inserted it into the keyhole to open the last lock, and pushed open the huge and expensive door.

The candles on the candlesticks lit up one by one again. Unlike the first two doors, when Dean walked into the third door, he clearly felt that the air here was full and clean.He pulled down the cloak that covered his mouth and nose, breathed greedily for the air, took out the map and looked, the third gate was not far from the location of the magical artifact.

Whether the magic weapon has been damaged can be seen at a glance.Although judging from the sealing of the front three gates and the situation in the secret passage, probably no one has entered here since the day of sealing, tonight he may be the first one.The iron and silver gates are specially made to prevent demons from invading, while the copper gates and complex secret passage structures are especially aimed at humans.

Dean went to the deepest part of the secret passage smoothly according to the map, which is where the magic weapon is.

There is another door here.

Not marked on the map.

Dean looked at the three keys in his hand, nestled them back together the way they were originally, tried to insert them into the lock, and turned.

The lock is opened.

Dean pushed the door open.

An indescribable smell came to his face, including the smell of food, the smell of the opposite sex or Omega, and the smell of blood.They jumbled together, filling this narrow and dark space.A wooden staff was inserted deep into the soil and stood upright.

That is a sealed magic weapon.

relic.

Dean moved closer to the staff, trying to see if it was stained or broken, but it was too dark for him to see.So he retreated first, took a candle from the candlestick outside, and turned back with the lighting.

The space filled with weird smells is illuminated by a single candle.

The staff was still as clean as ever, without dirt or damage, and when Dean got close to it, he could even feel a sense of peace and serenity from it.

The magic weapon is intact and has not been damaged in any way.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If this is the case, even if there is a demon invasion, the staff can still make the sealing array exert a powerful effect.

But the smell here is something Dean cares about a lot.How can there be such a weird and disgusting smell in a hidden space where no one has ever been?

Dean circled the staff with the candle in hand, and walked cautiously deeper.There was a dark wall within a few steps, but the smell suddenly became stronger, making Dean feel the urge to vomit.He helplessly covered his nose, frowning and raised the candle to shine on the dark wall.

Suddenly, the "wall" seemed to move.Startled, Dean sucked in a breath, coughing suddenly from the smell.He pulled out the dagger at his waist, took two steps back, and stared at this unusual "wall" vigilantly.The dark "wall" continued to squirm, and the disgusting smell was stronger than ever. Dean finally realized that it wasn't a "wall" at all, but—

The mass of pure black continued to squirm, contract, shrinking tighter, shrinking tighter... A cloud of black mist suddenly rushed towards Dean, he subconsciously knelt down and covered his body with the cloak, the candle flames blazed between the black mist and the instant Suddenly extinguished in a smell so strong that it almost made people faint.When the black mist dissipated, so did the sickening smell, and Dean buried himself in his cloak, panting until he heard a hoarse voice call his name.

"Are you Dean Winchester?"

Dean lowered his cloak, stood up slowly in the darkness, and turned to where the sound came from.

The "darkness" that originally occupied most of the space has completely disappeared, and several transparent chains hang down from the wall that was originally covered by the pitch-blackness. They emit a light yellow light, drag along the wall to the ground, and then all gather together in one on people.

A gorgeous velvet chair appeared in the center of the wide space behind the staff. The skinny and sickly old man sat on the chair in a weird and distorted posture. The knees and ankles were also locked with chains.

The old man tilted his head to look at Dean, his deeply sunken eye sockets could barely see his eyes, like two black holes in a skull.He opened his mouth tremblingly, showing his yellow and crooked teeth, and said hoarsely: "Don't make me ask a third time! Are you Dean Winchester?"

The tattoo on his chest suddenly felt severe pain.

But this old man is not a demon.

He is the Famine Knight sealed here.

It is also part of the instrument.

TBC