You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean returned the key to the dean, and made no secret that he had stolen the key himself.The elders looked at Dean who said these things lightly and calmly in disbelief, wondering why a saint could do such an act of stealing that even ordinary civilians would despise.

"Mr. Dean, I'm a warrior. I have to obey the Pope's orders." Dean didn't explain too much, "The calm these days has been strange, the magic weapon is intact, and the effectiveness of the sealing array will not be weakened. That's good news."

There were other hints in Dean's words, and the Dean put aside his anger at his theft for a moment and turned his attention to what Dean had just said: "Your Excellency, you mean the devil?"

"I hope our experience is wrong. This place has been destroyed by war once. I like it here, and I don't want it to turn into ruins and tombs again." Dean said with a serious expression on his eyebrows, "The act of stealing keys I will not defend myself, but please be sure to keep the secrets of the secret path and magic weapon secret."

Dean's implication was nothing more than that the Dean could publicly claim that Dean had stolen something from him, but he must not disclose any information about the keys and the artifacts.Although the dean himself has never entered the secret passage, let alone saw the magic weapon, he knows the importance of the magic weapon to the entire sealing formation. Even if Dean didn't deliberately remind him, he would never reveal this secret.

"I see." The dean closed his eyes and said compromisingly, but he couldn't help but sarcastically, "But you really impress me."

Dean laughed.

Of course, knights have the demeanor of nobles, and they definitely don’t lack the piety and loyalty of saints. But when dealing with enemies that cannot be tolerated, they don’t stop at stealing. They have attacked and cheated, and some comrades have used themselves as bait to lure demons... In the face of the devil, no character is worth victory.

Dean sometimes wonders if they are like this, whether the soul can go to heaven after death.

God never gave him any answers.

But even if you want to go to hell, you have to drag the demons along with you.

The human world does not belong to them.

Finally, Dean put the map he had secretly carved on the dean's desk, smiled and nodded under his surprised gaze, turned and left.

Another calm day.

Until late at night, thick dark clouds finally came to cover the sky full of stars and moons.Dean, who was sleeping next to Sam, didn't have any sleepiness. Whenever he closed his eyes, the old sick face of the famine knight would emerge, and his curse-like words would come to his ears.He should probably stay away from Sam for a while, at least not so close to him, he knows now that Sam can't take his eyes off him for a moment - and neither does he.

Sam restrained because he was very aware of the consequences of incest.

The word "incest" made Dean's body shudder.He opened his eyes in the dark room, and his eyes wandered loosely in every part of this dark space.

Incest is the real sin.It will make them lose their sainthood, keep their souls clean, Dean will no longer be holy, Sam will lose his deacon status and leave the church.

Then, all the efforts of his father and him will be in vain.

You can only help in his downfall.

Dean breathed painfully.

Perhaps the words of the famine knight are nothing but bluff and alarmist talk, and the demons are also full of lies and cannot be trusted.

He closed his eyes to comfort himself, but the more he did so, the more clearly Famine Knight's words echoed in his ears.They burrowed into his body like insects and ants, tearing at his heart again and again, biting him, causing him endless pain.It was only last night that I saw the Famine Knight, but Dean felt that he had been tortured by him for decades, and every sentence was a long cycle of reincarnation, all of which were cutting open his flesh and slowly gouging out his bone.

His father's voice came again, and Dean dared not open his eyes.He promised his father countless times in his heart that he would take care of Sammy and save Sammy.However, he has never been so desperate like this moment. If it is true that he is Sam's "original sin" as Famine Knight said, then what should he do to save Sam?

A dull sound rolled from the distant sky along the direction of the dark clouds, and blue light flashed in the thick clouds.The room was suddenly illuminated by lightning, Dean's heart shuddered, and he immediately turned over and sat up, and then he heard the roar of thunder violently, as if the house was shaken by the thunder.

Sam was awakened by the thunder, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes suddenly.At that time, the light of lightning shone into the room again through the window, and the narrow space lit up in an instant and then returned to darkness, followed by another explosion-like thunder.

For some reason, Sam's heart suddenly beat faster.Lightning lightened the room from time to time, and thunder continued outside. Dean sat up next to him, looking up the window the whole time, and Sam could see the worried, serious expression on his face whenever the lightning flashed.

"Dean?" Sam sat up too, frowning at Dean uneasily.The rapid heartbeat made him feel uncomfortable, and an indescribable restlessness and heat kept churning and crashing in his body. With the more and more frequent thunder, the restlessness became more and more obvious, his body temperature rose accordingly, and his senses changed. Very sharp.

Noisy whispers descended again, terrified screams mingled with the thunder, laughter wafted in his ears, and Sam stretched out his hand blankly, fingers touching Dean's arm.There was a rush of scents, unusually aggressive, yet so warm and seductive, fascinating.

The thunder rolls like the doomsday, the omens come, and the false calm is finally broken. Dean licked his lips nervously, worrying about Sam and rationalizing that he should go to Bobby immediately.At this time, Sam was also awakened by the thunder. He sat up and stretched out his hand towards this side.

odor.

Sam leaned over.

It's the smell from Famine Knight.

Sam's scent overwhelms Dean.

"Sam!" The sharp pain at the tattoo made Dean react suddenly, he let out a low cry, and stretched out his hand to hold Sam down, but Sam grabbed his wrist one step ahead of him, and forcefully pulled his hands behind him, Hold on tight.

The body is completely covered by Sam's body. Dean was pressed against the head of the bed by Sam, and his legs were also pressed by Sam's knees, unable to move. Sam looked down, but to Dean's surprise, Sam didn't sniff his neck this time, but kissed him directly.

This kiss has been different.

The kiss has been different since Dean realized he was responding to Sam's kiss.

Sam lowered his head and kissed Dean fiercely, his tongue stuck into his mouth and greedily licked the back of his teeth and the side wall of his mouth, he entangled Dean's tongue willfully and presumptuously, his lips also crushed and rubbed against his lips, his teeth scraped his lower lip lightly, biting and pulling .The fierce kiss made Dean's consciousness drift away slowly. He was immersed in Sam's smell, sinking, and couldn't help responding to the kiss, sucking Sam's body fluid and breath hard.

The smell becomes strong.

Alphas are aroused to be more aggressive and competitive because of each other's smell. Sam squeezed harder on Dean, who was struggling fiercely, and lowered his head to bite him hard on the Adam's apple. Dean sucked in a hard breath and struggled harder, trying to roll over and hold Sam several times.

Sam bent over and licked Dean's neck slowly, sliding his knee forward over his leg until it rested on his fully erect cock.

Dean's body shook, and he opened his mouth to let out a stifled gasp. Sam took the opportunity to push his knees forward again, and Dean couldn't help but straighten his back, but his hands, which were forced behind his back, still tried hard to break free from Sam's shackles. The smell of Sam made the back of his neck tingle, and the fragments of the war knight in the tattoo screamed manically. At this moment, he just wanted to break away from Sam, hold him down, bite the back of his neck, and force him to submit.

Dean gasped for breath, the instinctive desire making him lose control.He suddenly lowered his head and bit Sam's hair, pulling hard to force Sam to look up.The severe pain in the scalp made Sam moan and bite Dean hard again. He raised his hand and squeezed Dean's chin hard to force him to let go, but Dean used his hand that finally regained his own to firmly hold the back of Sam's neck, pinching him Pull away from yourself.

To be touched where it is most unbearable to be touched by others.

Sam struggled in disgust, trying to hold on to Dean, but Dean bumped him hard with his shoulder, then rolled over and pinned him down, lowering his head and biting hard on the side of his neck.

The scents of the two are entangled like their close bodies, making it hard to tell each other apart.The aroused passion is mixed with strong lust, they seem to regard each other as a combination of Alpha and Omega, the smell is unpleasant, but they can't wait to mark each other.

Dean pinned Sam, who was much taller than him, with one leg over his and the other kneeling between Sam's legs, forcing Sam to bend the other leg.Excited by deep desire, he seems to have completely forgotten that Sam at this moment is not the real Sam, and the most urgent thing for him to do now is not to mark his brother, but to wake him up.

He forgot.

He also seems to have forgotten his father, his own responsibilities, and the words of the famine knight. Only the hunger and thirst in his heart really exist.He couldn't wait to tear himself and Sam apart, to fill his heart with their pieces, to feed his hunger and thirst.

Sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, Dean bent over, rubbing his bulging cock against Sam's leg, and kissed Sam's neck, biting Sam's collarbone.The Alpha under him also struggled, and finally kicked his knee.The two tangled and rolled on the bed again, and finally fell to the floor.

Dean was still on top of Sam, and the lightning lit up the room again.

Sam looked at him with his beautiful eyes, full of lust and his reflection.

Dean, who was indulging in lust, suddenly came back to his senses, he straightened his upper body in horror, his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down. Sam was still struggling, trying to roll over and pin him down. Dean immediately pressed the top of Sam's head and read the Bible verses amidst the roar of thunder.

When Sam finally regained his senses, there was a deafening knock on the door outside.

"Dean!"

It's Bobby.

TBC