You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Sam worries about Dean almost every day.But he didn't want to show his worries to the public, he could only hold the cross and pray for Dean's safety every day.After successfully expelling the demon back to hell again, he panted lightly, but was happy that he had become stronger.He felt like he was getting closer to Dean in this way, he became a little more like Dean - like he was a child again, following behind his brother, adoring him, imitating him, hoping to be like him He does.

The control of the power gives Sam a little confidence, he feels that he can overcome that will, that he can drive it, use it, become its master.

That way, Dean wouldn't be so worried.

No one can tell that Sam's thoughts are all about Dean.

Night had fallen, Sam drove away the demons, and he was about to go back to the monastery when he heard a rush of hooves.Looking up, the knight had come to him on horseback, and then he heard a familiar voice calling his name loudly.

It's Dean.

Sam looked up, only to be startled by Dean's bruised body.He grabbed the rein, patted the black steed's neck casually, grabbed the saddle and stepped onto the horse's back before Dean could speak again, put his arms around Dean's waist, and shook the rein to urge the horse to run again.

"Sam..."

"Shut up!" Sam interrupted Dean, his voice rare and forceful.Involuntarily, he hugged Dean tighter, so that he could lean against himself when he was injured.

Sam had never seen Dean so badly injured, and he noticed the damage to Dean's left eye, which made Dean barely able to open it.The rest of the wounds were covered by clothing, but Sam could tell from the way he moved stiffly that at least both of his arms were badly hurt, and the way he was breathing carefully suggested he had severe wounds on his stomach or back as well. injury.

Under the dim starlight, Sam could see Dean's pale face more clearly after he got on the horse.He heard Dean's erratic breathing and a hiss of pain in his throat.This made Sam feel very worried, and he held Dean, breathing very hard.

Maybe it doesn't matter to Dean, because he must have suffered more serious injuries than this.

And that's what made Sam feel sad the most.

He doesn't dare to think about what Dean has been through during the years he and Dean have been apart.

Wars, wounds, killings, and the death of his father.

Dean was so surprised by Sam's sudden toughness that he almost forgot what he was going to say.It wasn't until they got back to the monastery, until he was almost carried into the room by Sam, that he finally remembered.

"Sam, were you doing an exorcism just now?" Dean asked as he was pressed lightly on the bed by Sam, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was asking about something extremely important.

Sam nodded, not paying much attention to the question.He pulled back Dean's cloak and reached out to take off Dean's clothes. Dean grabbed his hand, but pulled the wound on his shoulder, and he shook with pain, but told Sam not to move him.

"I just wanted to see your injuries." Sam changed his tone softly.He stared at Dean's injured left eye, reached out to touch it, but didn't dare, anxious and heartbroken.

"You don't get better right away after seeing them." Dean smiled, refusing to let Sam take off his clothes.They stalemate for a while, and finally Sam gives in first.He sat next to Dean sullenly, as if bemoaning why he didn't go with Dean.

He hated the powerlessness of this moment.

And Dean was thinking about another thing.He suppressed his smile and repeated the question just now: "Did you exorcise a demon just now?"

Sam gave an absent-minded "hmmm".

"How do you control the skin?" Dean frowned.

Sam finally realized what Dean was trying to say.He hesitated for a while with twinkling eyes, then sighed and said: "This way I don't have to kill Skin Sac."

Sam's words revealed the last thing Dean wanted to hear.He stood up abruptly, the pain all over his body screamed again, but he didn't have any time to pay attention to it, he just said angrily to Sam: "You dispelled the demon, even if you don't kill the skin first, the demon will still die if he leaves the skin! But you, Sam! You go, use powers you shouldn't use for mortals! You know what that means!"

"The skin doesn't necessarily die after the demon leaves!" Sam raised his head to meet Dean's gaze, and he slowly frowned, but he still tried to calmly explain to Dean, "The people whose bodies were occupied by the demon in the first place were indeed swallowed by the demon However, the demons that flooded in later invaded their bodies before they could eat the souls of the skins. According to my method, without killing the skins, after the demons left, the human beings whose bodies had been invaded could survive. They Damn it, Dean."

Sam's explanation stunned Dean for a moment, but soon, he said again: "Even so, you can't do it in that dangerous way!"

"Dean, didn't you hear me? My method can save more people who didn't deserve to die! And it's safer, and I can help you!"

"But you're using demonic powers!" Dean growled fiercely.He grabbed Sam by the clothes, panting, his left eye still closed miserably.After a while, as if he calmed down a little, he swallowed his saliva, shook his head and said, "Sammy, I know what you mean, you are right to want to save them. But..." He took a deep breath, looked There was concern in Xiang Sam's eyes, "This method is too dangerous...for us all. You can't continue to use it to exorcise demons."

"I've been able to control my strength very well." Sam pursed his lips, seeing Dean soften his tone, he also couldn't be tough anymore, just trying to make his brother believe in himself, "Don't worry, Dean, trust me, I can control it."

"Give it up!" Dean gritted his teeth.As the pain burned through his body, he panted heavily, staring at Sam, trying to force him to give up, "It's too risky, Sammy."

"I said I can control it!" Sam also stood up, slightly lowered his head to look at his brother, his deep voice was full of dangerous oppression.He didn't understand why Dean had to make him give up on this, when he could have saved more people, innocent people who didn't commit a crime and didn't have to die.It's as if Dean just hasn't been willing to trust him, just can't believe he's capable of doing this well - just like Dean always had his secrets in the old days and never told him.

This made Sam angry.

The provocation from another Alpha made the blood in Dean's body start to churn.The pain in the back of his neck encouraged him to step forward, urging him to use a more direct method to let the conceited Alpha in front of him understand who has the final say between them.Clenching his fist to restrain his instinctive impulse, Dean bit his lip hard, and demanded forcefully for the last time: "Whether you can control it well or not, don't use it anymore!"

"Why don't you trust me just once?" Sam growled at his brother in anger.

"Because I don't fucking want to see my knight cut off your head and tell me he killed a demon!" Dean said, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Dean couldn't forget why Abaddon was here.

She came to meet her lord.

She came to meet Sam.

Famine Knight's words overlapped with Abaddon's, and they tightened like tightrope around Dean's heart, reminding him constantly that his brother would become a demon.This was the last thing he wanted to see. Everything he did was for Sam. At this moment, he only wanted to point his sword at Sam one day.

He only promised his father to take care of Sam, protect him, and save him.

He became a paladin for Sam, he knew how to drive away demons, and he knew how to kill any demons that dared to approach Sam.

And those demons didn't include Sam.

He wants to do his best to stop Sam, because he is afraid that he will really become a helper for Sam's demonization.Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if he brought the devil while bringing the knights, so Sam, who had never had any abnormalities before, appeared "abnormalities".

Dean didn't know what was wrong.He didn't know what he was doing wrong, and he even hated himself for it.

Sweat gathered from the pain and covered Dean's cheeks.He bowed his head tiredly, and stretched out his hand stiffly to wipe his face.

Dean's words stabbed Sam's chest like a knife.He can understand Dean's worries, he understands Dean's worries and fears, he remembers the phrase "I hope you live" that Dean said to him, he knows why Dean suddenly moved his things, he knows everything.

He's just sad, and he keeps reassuring, reiterating that he can, but Dean doesn't believe it.

"I see." Sam lowered his head and said softly.

Dean was a little surprised that Sam compromised so quickly this time.He thought maybe Sam was still a little angry, but he was convinced he was right.None of them knew the details of the demonic power, but no matter whether Sam could really control it well, this couldn't obliterate the fact that Sam was using the "devil's power".

And what they should really do is to keep Sam away from all demon-related things.

Dean reached out and tapped Sam on the shoulder with his right hand. Sam leaned forward, looking a little sad. Dean thought Sam was going to kiss him and ducked back automatically. Sam's eyes widened in surprise, and then he gave a half-hearted smile.

He just wanted to get closer to Dean.

As for Dean, he also wanted to keep Sam away from everything that had anything to do with Dean Winchester.

TBC