You are my sin uncrowned poem

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"What are you dawdling about!" Dean had just opened the door when Bobby scolded him all over his face. Dean took a guilty look at the elder standing outside the door and the other knights living in the monastery, and said shamefully, "Wait for me." Then he closed the door hard.

Sam just got up from the ground, feeling some pain in his neck.He had no idea what had just happened, and again, he was pinned down by Dean when he came back to his senses.This time, Dean didn't even mention his usual reasons, just lit a candle and changed his clothes in silence, asking Sam to come over and help him put on the armor as quickly as possible.He put his cloak over his armor, picked up his helmet and great sword, and walked out the door.

Sam stood in the candlelit room watching Dean leave with the others, swallowed softly, and glanced down at his toes.The bulge between the legs is still very obvious under the cover of the fabric, and he just noticed a shallow tooth mark around Dean's Adam's apple, and reached out to touch the sore spot on the side of his neck, he panted and sat back on the bed sheet, which was unbelievably messy on the bed, staring at the floor in a daze.

Although it is unbelievable from a common sense point of view, with these clues, Sam can also guess what he and Dean did just now.Just remembering the tooth marks on Dean's neck gave him another throbbing pain between his legs, and the smell of Dean in the air made him take a deep breath even more eagerly, and he got up and went to blow out the candle, Then he sat back on the bed again and closed his eyes.

Attention will always be drawn to Dean's lips, and then his earlobes; his Adam's apple is very sexy, and the slightly protruding collarbone always makes people have many fantasies; Leaves an exceptionally warm touch.

Sam threw back his superheated breath and reached into his trousers to wrap his hands around the hot cock.

He wanted to kiss Dean's back, kiss the scar on his back; he'd kiss Dean's knees and ankles, with the same reverence he'd kissed his hands; Hickey...

Sam moaned hoarsely, humiliated by the unfamiliar pleasure.He hardly ever blasphemed himself, the church was full of Betas, and he hadn't met any Omega who happened to be in estrus.Abstinence is one of the rules that monks and saints must follow, and Sam hasn't even been tempted by anyone.

Except Dean.

The smell of an omega was a nice trigger, but Dean wasn't an omega.But even so, Sam is still unstoppably infatuated with him, yearning for touch, yearning for a more intimate and deeper contact union than touch.

Pictured himself biting the back of Dean's neck and entering him, Sam moaned and shot himself in no time.He slowly opened his eyes, the air was as damp as his own rapid breathing, and his body was also wet with sweat.He couldn't help but wonder who it was that Dean sat on this bed after sending the Omega boy in heat home that time.

But the thought of how Dean would never have thought of him back then gave Sam a surge of jealousy that surprised him.

He wanted Dean to be like him.

He wishes he could tag Dean, put his scent on Dean, let everyone know about their relationship.

But he can't.

That is sin.

Would make Dean corrupt.

Dean will no longer be holy.

Sam was terrified of his deep desire.

There was still thunder outside, and Sam looked up out the window.Bobby and the knights looked serious just now, but Dean didn't seem in a hurry when he closed the door and put on his armor.Maybe something not urgent but very important happened.

"God bless."

Sam murmured.

At this time, Dean had already led the knights out of the monastery on horseback, and hurried towards the city gate amidst the continuous flashes of lightning and the endless thunder.The thunderstorm has come, and perhaps the demons have quietly lurked in the city.The knights are now going to draw new sealing formations inside and outside the city gate. Once the war breaks out, the demons will be completely trapped in the city.

Dean, who was marching at the front, wore a helmet and held a torch, constantly urging the horse to run towards the city gate at a faster speed.But at this moment, he was still recalling the scene of fighting for control with Sam just now in his mind.The place on the neck where the teeth marks were going to be made still hurt a little, and the lips and tongue were obsessively reminiscing about Sam's kiss over and over again.

He couldn't say no to Sam.If they hadn't fallen off the bed together in the end, I'm afraid that when Bobby came to him, he was still addicted to lust and continued to compete with Sam.

He was almost discovered by someone who kept his secret.

Dean couldn't help feeling frustrated.He'd overestimated himself too much, never thought that Sam could easily subdue him with a kiss and make him forget everything else.

This is absolutely wrong.

Dean warned himself never to make this dangerous mistake again in the future.He wanted to avoid any more physical contact with Sam, if he could...

Just as he was thinking, Dean suddenly heard another sound of horseshoes resounding through the city coming from the direction of the city gate, coming rapidly towards this side.

"Bobby, what's going on!" Dean asked loudly over his shoulder.

"I didn't send anyone there early!" Bobby was also puzzled.

Dean nodded, he yelled and urged his horse to move forward. He rushed to the city gate alone, and ran into another group of people on the way.The strange thing is that when walking in such a deep night, although there are lightning lights, none of them hold torches, as if they can walk unimpeded in the darkness without lighting at all.

The leader of the other party rode an unusually tall white horse, wearing light leather armor and no helmet. The white horses were also covered with face armor and wrapped in thick black cloth.

A bolt of lightning quickly struck, illuminating the opponent, and Dean froze for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The other party also spotted Dean, and they tightened the reins neatly under the leader's gesture of slowing down, and their forward speed dropped sharply. Dean also pulled the rein, and the horse neighed and raised its front hooves, then stood firmly in the middle of the street, waiting for the other party to walk in.

"I'm Dean Winchester, Grand Master of the Paladins, who are you!" Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, Dean raised the torch and asked the other party loudly.

The leader of the opponent raised his hand again. This time, except for the leader whose horse was still moving forward, the other knights tightened the reins to stop the horses under their crotches.The knight on the white horse let go of the rein and let his horse stroll up in front of Dean.

The firelight illuminated the other, and Dean was sure he was right.

The other party is a woman.

Also an Alpha.

Seeing that the opponent's horse was about to pass by him, Dean pulled out the huge sword in front of him and stopped it in front of the white horse, shouting and questioning again: "Who are you!"

The cavalier finally pulled the reins, and the white horse stopped beside Dean's black horse.The two knights were very close, and Dean could clearly see the charming long curly hair and seductive red lips of the female knight. She was very white and beautiful, but the murderous look between her eyebrows was extremely cold.

The woman on the tall white horse looked at Dean, who was standing in front of her with a huge sword, with interest, her condescending eyes seemed to be just evaluating the value of a war horse.This look made Dean very unhappy, he stopped asking the woman's identity, but ordered the woman to back away.

The female knight smiled arrogantly upon hearing this. Dean's sword was already across her neck, but she didn't budge, muttering "I really want to see what you look like".It happened at that moment that a thunderbolt exploded in his ear, and Dean couldn't catch her words, but forced her to leave with sternness and ferocity.Suddenly, he felt something wrapped around his neck, and he was pulled off the horse by an unusually strong force and fell straight to the ground.

Whip in hand, the knight dismounted in the stirrups, putting her foot on Dean's breastplate before he could get up.

The solid breastplate was trampled and deformed, as if someone had pressed a heavy boulder on the chest, and the force under the female knight's feet was so strong that Dean's bones were almost broken.She tightened the whip in her hand, bent down, took Dean's helmet off with one hand and threw it far away.

"What a beauty." The female knight winked at Dean and smiled in praise.She knelt down halfway, reached out to caress Dean's face, and hooked her fingers around Dean's chin, as if sensing Dean's struggle, she stepped on Dean's chest even harder, watching Dean's expression that almost groaned in pain.

The tattoo on his chest suddenly started to hurt like a fire, and Dean stared at the female knight with wide eyes, hearing the familiar sound of horseshoes approaching.

"I'm here to meet your dear brother, the Beauty Knight." The female knight clasped Dean's chin tightly, "I am Abaddon, the hell knight, and I come to meet my lord Sam Winchester."

TBC