You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The Grand Master of the Paladins kills the Bishop.

When Bobby and Chuck hurried to the bishop's mansion, the bishop's personal guards surrounded Dean with swords and spears in their hands. Dean killed the bishop, didn't leave, remained with his body.He was holding the first blade and sitting on the chair beside the bishop, with two faint tears on his face. In front of him was the tableware prepared for him by the housekeeper--a clean white porcelain plate flanked by exquisite silver tableware, and a goblet filled with White and red wine before meals.

The bishop's throat was slit, and a bloody hole was opened in his chest by a knife.The corpse was still sitting on the chair, with one hand resting on the table and the other hand hanging down weakly.

There was a smell of dried meat and blood in the air.

There is also a faint sulfur smell.

"Dean!" Bobby shouted Dean's name and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the bishop's guards.

"He killed the bishop! You cannot take him away!"

Bobby glared at the man who had the guts to talk to him, pushed him aside rudely, and was about to walk over when he was stopped again.

"Idiots! Don't you smell the smell of sulfur!" Bobby shouted angrily, "Where do you think the smell of sulfur comes from? You are also people who have been on the battlefield and killed demons, don't you know this smell? Again he rudely pushed away anyone who dared to stop him, and hurried over to Dean's side.

Both he and Chuck noticed the first blade in Dean's hand.

The knife was unusual, like a monster that devoured emotions.Dean was a different person every time he picked up the knife, and it continued to affect Dean, making him more and more cold.

Bobby and Chuck both wanted to keep Dean away from the knife, but it was the only thing that could kill the Hellknight.

Dean seemed to be a sacrificial offering to the knife.

"Dean, hand me the knife." Bobby came to Dean, holding his breath, not daring to speak to him too loudly. Bobby was a grumpy officer, yet at the moment he acted like an anxious father.

Dean glanced back at Bobby, then down at the knife in his hand.He turned the hilt absently, playing with the first edge like a trivial toy.

But he refused to hand over the knife to anyone else.

Chuck stared nervously at Dean too, forgetting to let the knights with him carry the bishop's body out.

Just when they were in a stalemate with Dean, Sam who heard the news also rushed over.He couldn't believe his ears when he heard that Dean had killed the Bishop.He said sternly to the person who told him the news that he must have made a mistake, and strode out of the church without regard to etiquette, and ran all the way to the bishop's mansion.

The small dinner room was packed with people.

Panting loudly, Sam squeezed his way into the crowd, pushing the ones in front of him with both hands until he saw Dean seated in a chair.

The smell of sulfur here and the bishop's corpse made him immediately understand what happened. Although he was shocked, he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart and managed to maintain his superficial composure.

But Dean had the knife again.

Sam's heart roared and crushed a strong ominous feeling.He slowly moved closer to Dean, stood next to Bobby, and said exactly the same words as Bobby. Dean still looked up at him, didn't speak, didn't respond, like he was completely drained of emotion.

"Hey, Dean, it's me." Sam knelt down slowly, stroking Dean's knee with his fingers, raised his head and said softly, "Dean, give us the knife."

Now, the dinner room is filled with smells.

The smell of food.

The smell of blood.

Sulfur smell.

The smell of people's sweat.

But only Sam's smell caught Dean's sense of smell accurately at this moment. A knife always weakens people's control over their instincts, so they are liberated in their instincts, using various pleasures to satisfy their long-repressed selves.

Dean's instincts are craving Sam's smell, craving Sam.

The fingers on his knees are tender, and Dean unconsciously leans into Sam, breathing contentedly.He reached out to grab Sam's shoulders and shoved him suddenly, trying to pin him against the table as the chair moved across the floor with a screeching sound before collapsing. Sam quickly grabbed Dean's knife hand, and Bobby followed and snatched the first blade.

A dull pain in the wrist.

Dean took a sudden breath of sulfur-smelling air, coughed, and when he heard Sam's urgent call, he withdrew his hand holding Sam's shoulder as if touching a flame.He staggered, and Sam put a hand on his arm. "Are you okay, Dean?"

After crying, the eyes are full of soreness.

Sam's voice reminded Dean of Azazel's words.

Dean felt nauseous, gag lingering in his throat.

He didn't think Sam was hypocritical, or that he was too headstrong.Hypocrisy and obedience are also necessary occasionally, and the recognition and compromise of obedience and obedience are equally important. Without them, many people may no longer be able to become relatives or lovers of others-although these may be just illusions and self-righteous lies.

"I'm fine." Dean shook his head, brushing Sam's hand away.

He's fine, he's fine.The first blade will eliminate all the pain, even - he just feels a little empty now, the pain and others should dissipate soon.

Dean's worst fear was that he wouldn't be able to save Sam, and his worst pain was being told that Sam didn't need him as much as he thought. Dean never thought about where he was going, because the answer was obvious, either Sam's side or Hell.And now he has a new home.

He unconsciously stroked the bloodstain of Cain under his sleeve.

Perhaps a terrible retribution.

"I have to write a letter to report to the Pope," Dean turned to Bobby and said, "I'll write it." As he spoke, he looked back at the bishop. It wasn't this person who killed his mother, but the demon hiding under his skin .But now he was full of hatred for this face.

"You...you should listen to me," Dean said to Sam, took the sheepskin bag from Bobby, and left the Bishop's mansion alone through the crowd crowded in the dinner room.

In the courtyard, the peacock who had escaped a catastrophe but didn't know it was still walking leisurely. Dean climbed on the horse, took a look at the beautiful male bird, and rode out of the courtyard.

Sam, who was still in the dinner room, watched the knights carry away the bishop's body, thinking only of the look Dean had seen before he left. Dean looks at him like he's looking at a stranger, maybe that's not quite the right word, but it's not looking at "Sam", it's more like... Dean takes him for Walt or one of the other kids. Sam didn't want to see that infuriating "restraint" in Dean's eyes. It turned out that he had trusted the wrong person himself. Dean could ask him to apologize, but Dean didn't do anything.

He just left.

Sam bit hard against the side of his mouth.

TBC