You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The knight left the monastery and ran to the city gate again.

Sam didn't go to church after daylight.He's been sitting next to Dean, the sheets are completely soaked from the rain on Dean's body. Dean hasn't woken up yet, the bleeding on the tattoo has stopped, but the strangle marks on his neck are still shocking.

Sam recalled the strange knight's words, trying to connect that tattoo with his recent "abnormality".It's not that he doesn't believe in Dean, on the contrary, he has, but people close to him often lie, and those who are honest are those strangers who have never met - because they neither desire nor seek anything, and there is no reason to lie.

Ordinary people will not be affected by tattoos, only demons will.

Only demons.

There's no way Dean doesn't know that, there's no way he doesn't know that tattoos only work on demons.

He was lying on purpose.

When Sam understood the reason for his "abnormality", he finally figured out why Dean was lying.Perhaps not only this time, but also the starting point of many lies before.In order to conceal a fact, it is necessary to make up a complete story, and this story is naturally constructed from countless lies.

But neither he nor Dean actually knew that it wasn't the tattoo that affected him, but Dean himself.

Right now, anger at being cheated on is only a small part of the mood.It's no surprise, because Sam already fully understands why Dean is lying.But the other part of the anger—the anger caused by the concealment almost blinded Sam's entire rationality, and it even almost covered up the fear and anxiety brought about by the guess "I'm a devil".

The conjecture was almost overturned because the devil could not enter the church.But Sam remembered the boy he had killed in the square, the demon walked into the church in his skin, and almost tore another person's soul in the church.

Everywhere is full of frightening unbelievable.

The chief deacon of the diocese is a devil, and the devil can enter the church openly.

As if holy objects could no longer protect believers, demons became a new nightmare.

Sam stared down at Dean.

The heart is divided in two by fear and anger, but even so, even so, the heart still misses Dean.The smell of desire still lingers in this narrow room, just as the two tooth marks still remain on each of them. Sam put his hand close to Dean's face, his fingers gently stroking his plump but bloodless lips.

Until now, he had a little understanding of why his father would send him into the church. With his understanding of his father, he could also guess a little bit why his father made Dean a paladin. Dean's obedience to his father always made him puzzled and angry, and this time too, it seemed that in this struggle that he was bound to lose, Dean would choose to be his father's helper without hesitation.

"You should have chosen me," Sam murmured willfully.He knew Dean wouldn't hear it right now, so Dean wouldn't retort.

Fingers moved away from Dean's lips, down his chin and neck and down his shoulders, and Sam traced the shape of Dean's collarbone with his fingers, pressing his palm against his bare chest.Desire still churning inside him, Sam let out a long, slow breath, moving his palms slowly to touch Dean's body until they rested on his lower abdomen.

Juice pooled on the tip of his tongue, and Sam swallowed repeatedly, leaning forward to kiss Dean's forehead, then his lips.He was terrified at first, wondering why he would have such a desire for his brother.Perhaps among the hundreds of millions of human beings, there is indeed a natural devil like him hidden in the same skin as others, but there is a dark soul.

He was angry at Dean for hiding it.

Dean knew everything, but would rather lie and get away with it.He would rather use lies to wear away his younger brother's trust in him, and use lies to widen the gap between them, rather than reveal a single bit of the truth.

Sam let go of Dean's lips.The ruined tattoos were blood-stained, the pattern that had given Sam endless fantasies, they were full of sex, they swelled and formed in Sam's brain, urging him to use wet every time Dean turned around. Staring at him eagerly.

He kissed the tattoo.

The taste of blood stained his lips.

The noisy sound came again, and he tried his best to maintain his sanity amidst the screams and the sound of rain outside the window.Dim light shines into the room from the window, and the outside is still cloudy and rainy, but the slight light still indicates the arrival of day.But the darkness in Sam's head just started to set in, and this time he could feel the blur of consciousness, so he bit the tip of his tongue and touched Dean's tattoo with his fingers.The screams grew louder in his ears, tearing at his consciousness, forcing it to leave.

But Sam has begun to consciously learn to control the "will" that wants to snatch his body.

He leaned in and kissed Dean's tattoo again.

Along with "darkness" came "desire", which was stronger than any moment of his waking life. The smell of Dean turned him on, and he wanted Dean to roll over on the bed and bite into him by the back of his neck, staining him with cum, marking him.

He wanted Dean so badly.

Dean's body and soul.

Sam followed Will, bringing the tip of his nose to Dean's neck.He could smell Dean's soul, a different smell from his own, almost all bitter. Sam could sense that the "will" didn't like the smell - the demon didn't like such a heavy smell.

"Sam!" Dean woke up from the coma, Sam was crouching on his neck and sniffing.With a sudden shock in his heart, Dean grabbed Sam's clothes involuntarily and wanted to turn over and press him on the bed to purify him, but his right hand that was trampled couldn't exert strength at all. Dean groaned in pain, butted Sam with his shoulder instead, then sat up and pushed Sam onto the bed.

Panting, he rushed over to hold Sam down, and Dean raised his hand to press down on the top of his head, but Sam called his name.

Dean froze.

Their bodies were almost pressed against each other, and Sam moaned out of uncontrollable desire.Panting, he called Dean's name again, and couldn't help but put his arms around his waist.

"it's me……"

Dean is straddling Sam, and Sam can feel the tension in Dean's thigh muscles through the layers of fabric.He breathed hard in the smell of Dean, and he had to clenched his palm against Dean's bare skin, otherwise he couldn't help but touch Dean's body, teasing and seducing him.

Dean was surprised and panicked by Sam's reaction, and he tried to calm himself down before coming up with a plausible-sounding excuse to trick Sam.

"Sorry, I thought..."

"Dean, don't lie, I already know." Sam said with difficulty. "Will" was still trying to drive away his consciousness, he bit the tip of his tongue again, trying to concentrate on suppressing it again.

Dean's body shuddered at Sam's words.Subconsciously, he wanted to break away from Sam's hand and leave him, but Sam hugged him tightly and rolled over, using his body to press him firmly on the bed, his waist was still tightly clasped by Sam.

Sam found that as long as he was calm enough and consciously expelled that "will", his original consciousness could gain the initiative and control.

"Why did my father send me to church, why did you follow my father to coax me, and my recent strange behavior, I already know the reasons." Sam looked down at Dean who could no longer hide the panic in his eyes , frowned, "You know everything, right? You already knew I was a devil."

"You're not a demon!" Dean retorted through gritted teeth.He was still struggling, trying to get himself out of this embarrassing position.But Sam purposely clasped his waist harder, bringing their bodies closer together.

"Let go of me first!"

Sam ignored Dean, but leaned down and kissed him.

Stinging pain spread through the back of their necks again, and Dean instinctively clenched his fists, trying to push the Alpha away from him. Sam didn't care, just pried open Dean's tight lips with the tip of his tongue, and kissed him deeply.Unhappiness was melted by lust again, Dean let go of his fist, he wanted to hug Sam to respond to him, but the words of Famine Knight crashed into his head unexpectedly at this moment.

You will keep enticing him to incest so that he can never be cleansed again.

Dean suddenly gave Sam a hard push and punched him lightly with instinctive force.

"Normal people wouldn't want to do that to their brother." Sam let go of Dean, panting, and smiled. Dean's punch was so light that he didn't feel anything, just that someone stomped hard on his chest.

Dean wanted to refute him, but couldn't speak.

Sam also wondered why Dean suddenly had a weird desire for him one day.

It's all because he's a demon, and he must have let the demon sneak in when he lost his self-awareness, and let the demon seduce Dean.

Maybe he shouldn't feel lonely, he shouldn't envy the crowd, because he is a different kind.That's why he's always a little different, and that's why he doesn't hesitate to slit the demon's throat when it grabs it, and that's why he's numb to killing a skin.

"I'll say it again, you're not a demon." Dean opened his eyes and looked at Sam sincerely, and smiled wryly, "I'm not going to lie this time. You were not born a demon, but a demon fed its blood to you. Sammy , Father sent you to the church in the hope that you would be purified in the church." He gritted his teeth and looked into Sam's eyes, "You are not a devil, and you will not become a devil."

"But it's in my head and I know it's there." Sam smiled sadly. "Why are you hiding this?"

Dean didn't speak.He didn't know why he was hiding it, maybe he just didn't want Sam to become pessimistic because of it.He knew Sam, and once Sam thought he was evil and that his existence would hurt others, he would definitely find ways to make himself disappear.

And he didn't want to lose Sam.

"I hope you live."

Dean's answer was unexpected.

Sam stared at his brother in amazement, breathing shaky like he was crying.

"But if one day, I--" Sam wants to beg Dean, if one day he turns into a demon, he hopes that the person who kills him is Dean.Like when he always opened his eyes in Dean's arms when he was a child, like the first word he uttered was Dean's name, and he wanted the "final" of his life to be in Dean's hands too.

"Sammy!" Dean sternly stopped Sam suddenly. He closed his eyes in pain for a moment, and when he opened them again, his expression had regained his composure.He stretched out his hand to hold Sam's face, just like how he comforted Sam countless times when he was a child, his thumb gently stroked his brother's cheekbone, "I can't kill you, so I will only choose to save you."

TBC