You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The bishop turned out to be a devil.

The pope's decree to appoint a new bishop has not yet been issued, and panic and doubt are floating in the sky above Nosy.The paladins all understand that if the demon lord hiding here has not awakened, the hell knights will continue to come here, waiting to meet their lord. Bobby insisted on not allowing Dean to use the first blade again, and Dean ignored him.

Everyone was anxious about him, but he was the only one who was calm.He was indifferent to Bobby's warnings and deaf to Chuck's dissuasion.Sam, who was full of worries, came to see him every day. All he could think about was Sam's smell. He felt like he was in heat, but he couldn't listen to a word of Sam's persuasion.

As if something was frozen.

Dean didn't want to get to the bottom of it, he just wanted to end this long war as soon as possible, he wanted to kill those nasty Hellknights as soon as possible, and then go to Cain with the First Blade and fulfill his promise.

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean's injury is almost healed, and he still remembers the promise he made to Impala.The lively war horse has been thrown in the stable since the end of the last battle because of the owner's injury. Dean's entourage fed him well, giving him the best feed and water, but he was always a little restless.

So Dean headed straight to the stables as soon as he healed.

But he didn't expect Sam to follow him all the time.

Dean rode along the river, and when Sam called his name, he just glanced back at him without making a sound.He doesn't speak to Sam much these days, although they see each other every day.The position seems to be reversed, before he repeatedly warned Sam not to use that dangerous way to exorcise demons, now it is Sam who persuades him not to use the first blade again.

But this is different.

Exorcism was originally a warrior's job, and it didn't matter if Sam didn't know it.The wrong way can make Sam demonized, and to this day, Dean still doesn't want Sam to become a demon.But the first blade doesn't turn him into a demon, he just... Dean feels it himself, he's becoming more and more indifferent to other people, numb to pain, even when he's in danger.

That's all.

What's more, he also has a new home.

No matter how dangerous it is, there is still a curse waiting to meet him ahead.

He will trust himself to it.

"Dean," Sam rode up, bringing his own horse alongside Dean's, "we need to talk."

What are we talking about?

Maybe Sam would apologize to him, Dean thought.

Sam did apologize to him.

But Dean wasn't as happy as he imagined.He could only make himself smile insincerely, listening to Sam say what he thought was pointless, and accept his apology.

Sam could get back on track.

Dean himself nodded in satisfaction.

That's all.

"Can we stop and talk?"

Dean glanced at Sam again.

"What do you want to talk about, little girl?" He tightened the reins, stepped on the stirrups, jumped off the horse's back, patted the horse's buttocks lightly, and let his beloved war horse descend into the river with gentle current. Seeing this, Sam also dismounted, imitating his own horse and letting his horse go down the river together.

"You...uh..." Sam started, pulling at his hair, "Can you move back with me?"

Dean gave Sam a slightly surprised look.Dean wasn't going to ask Sam about what Azazel said about Sam feeling like he was a burden and a burden.Because he felt as if he had lost the ability to discern, he should see sincerity in Sam, and Sam turned his head and broke his promise.

Probably just as Sam didn't trust him back then, he couldn't trust Sam completely anymore.

Besides, he didn't want Sam to notice it.

He also tried to keep on being a good brother.

"Do you still have nightmares at night?" He showed another teasing smile that he would only have in front of Sam, his eyes flicked across Sam's face, and then stayed on his horse, "After I recover from my injury, Chuck will Make me sleep on the floor..."

Sam doesn't quite understand what Dean is saying about him.He's just jealous when Dean mentions Chuck's name, and he knows it's stupid, and maybe no one else would be happy about it but him - but he can't help but picture Dean crookedly rolling over at night and holding out his hand .

He clenched his fist hard.

It was getting dark, and Sam thought about that evening again.Wrapped in his cloak, he hurried through the woods looking for Dean, and found him on the river beach.The images in the memory are overlaid with lust, Sam regurgitating the little details of his brother sniffing his cloak, thinking of Dean astride him that day in the moonlight.

It seems like everything started at that moment.

The naked knight under the moonlight has a tattoo on his chest like a sharp black rose.

When Sam realizes, he's already close to Dean, lips close to his. Dean hesitated, too.So their lips were pressed together, and their noses were full of each other's smell.There was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, but Sam ignored it, grabbing Dean's shoulders eagerly and pushing, trying to pin him against a nearby tree trunk. Dean struggled too, opening his mouth slightly, tongues touching, grabbing Sam by the hem of his shirt and pushing him away as his back hit the tree trunk hard.

"That's not okay." Dean panted, putting a hand to the back of his neck that hurt.He didn't realize that Sam was a little different this moment. Sam is in control, and when jealousy strikes, "darkness" also descends.He's already mastered using his powers without Dean finding out.

Sam leaned forward again.

"Didn't you hear me?" Dean put his hand on Sam's chest.

Desire is a very strange thing that can be independent of feelings and emotions. Although Alpha is powerful, he often falls under the weak control of his desires. Dean thought of the kid named Walt, maybe he didn't mark Walt himself not because of Walt's refusal or his self-control, but simply because he didn't like it.

Omega smells very alluring.

Just remembering it makes me feel hot.

But Dean's instinct was to follow Sam's scent.

And probably Sam too.

So even if there is a huge gap between them, the desire has not been weakened.

It made Dean feel a little pathetic.

Maybe it's destiny.

Sam's doomed vassals and decorations.

He is just a key.

"If Chuck continues to insist on me sleeping on the floor, I can still squeeze with Bobby," Dean pushed Sam away, quickly escaped from his scent, and kneaded the painful nape of his neck, trying to find some Words to fill his blank and numb brain, "Although I am always pushed to the floor by him."

Dean was rejecting him.

This kind of tactful way made Sam more angry than direct rejection.He's not quite sure what he's mad about, but he just thinks Dean shouldn't be talking to him this way. Dean can say no, there's no need to prevaricate his subject with irrelevant people and irrelevant affairs and irrelevant humor.

"Dean..." Sam scowled slightly, wanting his brother to stop talking in such an unflattering way.However, just as he called out Dean's name, a dull thunder sounded.

Dark clouds gathered over Nuoxi again, covering the moonlight and stars.Continuously brightening lightning illuminated the thick lead-colored clouds, and thunder rolled from the distant sky one after another, and suddenly exploded in the ear.Suddenly a bolt of lightning strikes and kills a tree by the river. A huge smell of burnt air spreads in the air instantly, and the dry bark lights up with flames, but it burns in a short time.

This is a sign.

Sam subconsciously glanced at Dean. Dean has pressed his thumb and forefinger to his lower lip, whistling.The black steed neighed in the river and ran up the river bank. Before it stopped and stood still, Dean got on the horse and said "go back" to Sam, and he rode down the forest. Sam also quickly mounted his horse, and followed Dean into the city.

Sam knew Dean was going to get that weird knife again.

"Dean! You can no longer use..."

The rain was pouring down, and the sound of the wind and rain disrupted Sam's voice. Dean didn't seem to hear him, and just kept urging Impala to run faster. Sam had no choice but to follow Dean, screaming loudly at what he had just said.

Can no longer use that knife.

Sam thinks it's going to take Dean.

"Don't follow," Dean turned his head, his short hair was completely soaked, and the rain slid from his forehead down his cheeks to his chin, "I'm going to a place where there are demons."

Sam froze suddenly.

That is a sentence of rejection.

Dean still didn't trust him.

TBC