You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Almost everyone has noticed that something is wrong with Dean: Bobby, Chuck, the attendants who take care of him every day, and the knight commanders who always come to him for various things. Chuck and the entourage felt the most obvious, except that Dean no longer needed sleep, he was also getting more and more silent every day, Chuck occasionally felt that his eyes were cold when he looked at people.

They were very worried about Dean. Bobby would go over now and then to check the blood on his arm, frowning worriedly like a father.And Chuck would often find various excuses to go to the monastery's library and stay there all day.But in the face of Dean's change, they were helpless.

Dean used to reassure them that they were fine, that when he got rid of all the Hellknights, it would all be over.

The way "was" was pretty simple, he'd kill Cain and that would be the end of it.

It's not that he hasn't been afraid of retribution. Of course, he occasionally comforts himself and kills Cain. Could the so-called seven times retribution be death and life seven times.He was pleased with what was left of his sense of humor, and the injury was a little too serious, so he couldn't take his beloved baby to the river outside the city to bathe it.Although Chuck offered to do it for him, Dean wasn't going to let anyone touch his baby.

Wait till he recovers.

The attendants took good care of him, maybe in a few days he will be able to take Impala for a walk outside the city.

But the only one who is leisurely is he, the injured head of the regiment.Although the battle ended, Abaddon was wiped out, and the demon army was driven back to hell. The cloudy weather that lasted for January finally cleared up, but sporadic demons still appeared in the city.The knights still patrol the city every day without rest, and the civilians who have just experienced a war are still terrified, and the city has not yet returned to its former bustle and bustle.The Alphas among the commoners became new heroes, and occasionally bards who passed by would write them into their poems and songs.

Things won't end so easily.

The soldiers all knew that the demon lord had not yet awakened. Before that, there would be Hell Knights bringing the demon army to meet their lord.There are only two ways now, either take precautions to kill the unawakened lord, or wait for the other hell knights to bring them, and then let Dean destroy them.

Dean's heart sank again at the thought of the demon lord.He didn't want to see Sam depressed by his fate, repeating his past mistakes, lying, hiding, hoping to fool him.He thought he was the same as before, and he could still pretend to be indifferent to bear Sam's accusations, bear his anger and alienation, but he didn't expect Sam to give such an answer.

I do not know.

The words lingered in Dean's mind like a knife made of thorns, cutting through the heart.The fine thorns hooked out more fine wounds, pulling the flesh and blood, the pain was not fatal, but the pain was overwhelming.

Dean didn't know what else he could be when stripped of his "Sam's brother" status.It can be said that everything he has now is still given by Sam, and he has achieved everything today for Sam.If Sam denies their relationship, it's like—he's built it so hard, only to be told at the last minute that it's just a sand castle that could easily be destroyed by waves and wind.

My heart crumbles like a sand castle.The thorny knife pries open the gap in the heart, and there is empty darkness under the gap. Dean didn't know what lived there either.Fragments of a War Knight? Or a Famine Knight?

Or is it his father's ghost?

Maybe it was the wilderness.

No matter how loud he shouted alone, there was only an echo in response.

he does not know.

No one could answer his question either.

Dean closed his eyes, but didn't feel sleepy.

At this time, Chuck hurried back, and without regard to etiquette, he pushed the door open without even knocking. Dean opened his eyes and asked hoarsely what was the matter.He looked tired, boredom in his eyes. Seeing that the attendant was not there, Chuck took a few deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, walked up to Dean and said, "It's about Sam."

Dean's expression changed instantly.He sat up, his eyes fixed on Chuck's face, silently urging him to speak quickly. Chuck looked at Dean again uneasily, regretting that he hadn't found out sooner - not just him, but strangely, the entire Order hadn't.However, the situation on the battlefield is too chaotic, Sam is basically with the civilian Alpha, and the paladins are on the other side.

It was their negligence.

"I know you taught Sam how to exorcise demons, but now he seems to be exorcising demons in a different way that I have never seen before." Chuck also went to the monastery today, and there are so many books in the library, maybe which one There are ways to help Dean recover in the handwritten ancient books. He has read almost every book carefully, and will not let go of any possibility.On the way, he heard some commotion outside, couldn't hold back his curiosity and ran out of the library, and saw Sam driving away the demon in the courtyard of the monastery.

But he did it in a way Chuck had never seen before.

Students and monks in the monastery are used to it.They usually have little contact with demons, and they don't know anything about exorcism, so naturally they can't see anything strange.

Only Chuck saw something was wrong.

Not the way, but Sam himself.

Chuck's words chilled Dean's heart, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and asked for details.Chuck wasn't sure about some things, he didn't know about the demon blood, and he didn't know that Sam was the unawakened demon lord, he just had an intuition that something was wrong with Sam, so he hurried back to tell Dean.

Everyone knew how much Dean valued his brother, and if something happened to Sam, Dean would be devastated.

"Sam doesn't seem to be a problem. He told me that this is the method the bishop taught him. It can expel demons without harming the skin." Chuck took a deep breath, "He said it can save more people, but I feel like…Sam has received some kind of strange power because of it. I'm not sure yet…Dean, you…"

Sam never told Dean that's what the Bishop taught him.

Only someone who knew about Sam having demon blood in his body could have figured it out -- only someone who knew how to harness demonic power would understand that. Dean didn't believe a bishop would give up on purging Sam to teach him this heretical method of exorcism.

Unless, the bishop himself has problems.

Dean suddenly felt a chill rise up behind his back.Memories turned over in his mind, starting from the day when he first brought the Knights into the Diocese of Nuoxi, he regurgitated every meeting with the bishop, recalled every order of the bishop, every word he said.

Dean got out of bed immediately, Chuck asked him where he was going in surprise, he put on his clothes and took the sheepskin bag with the first blade in it and turned around and said, "Don't follow me".

The black steed galloped towards the church. Dean's right hand isn't very strong yet, the injury on his left shoulder isn't healed, and the wounds on his body, large and small, haven't fully healed.

He was just skeptical.Although for a bishop, such doubts are nothing more than an insult.

When he arrived at the church, Dean jumped off his horse with the sheepskin bag in hand, rushed into the church, and met a priest head-on.He walked over and stopped the other party to ask where the bishop was. He didn't realize it, but the priest was taken aback by the coldness in his eyes.They have all seen the grand master of the knight order. Before he became the grand master, the priests here knew him.But today's blond knight is very strange, and he is completely different from the young man with a bright smile before him.

"Where's the Bishop?" Dean asked again.He didn't deliberately put on such a scary expression to intimidate the priest, but the blood mark and the first blade made him more and more angry, and he often couldn't even understand the emotions of himself and others.

The priest told him falteringly that the bishop had left the church and gone home.

The bishop, who is also the chief executive of the diocese, has his own mansion and a personal guard that only obeys him.

Dean gave the priest a deep, bleak look, as if to assess the veracity of his words.After a while, he blinked, said "thank you" indifferently, turned around and left the church, got on his horse and ran towards the bishop's mansion.

TBC