You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Black smoke was already entrenched in the sky above Nuoxi, and the rain came from the dark clouds, piercing through the thick black smoke, hitting the city like crazy, which was about to be hit hard again before it recovered.

Dean was going back to get the first blade.He distractedly recalled how the corpses were disposed of in the last battle, maybe it was a big fire, or a long ravine.The skin will return to dust, and the soul will be accepted by heaven.And right now, Dean wasn't quite sure where his soul would end up.

He doesn't want to be around Sam any longer, but wants it almost morbidly.It seems that there is no rationality in this body, and what is now engaged in a long tug-of-war is cowardly emotion and brutal instinct.

He couldn't see Sam because it reminded him of Famine Knight, he would think of his father and mother, he would think of Azazel, he would think of Abaddon, he would think of Fate and all that -- the idea that maybe he was the only one making it through the whole time.

He probably needs to be tough so he doesn't get too ashamed of himself.Now he has tasted the sweetness of doing so, Sam is getting further and further away from him, maybe Sam no longer needs him-maybe soon, he no longer needs Sam.

The older one is always ashamed to admit that he is the one who can't do without his brother even more.

Because once he loses his brothers, he can no longer find his own value.

The rare calm made the hole in his heart colder and colder, so he had to find something else to fill it.

The rain drenched Dean.

When he hurried back, Bobby and the knight commanders had already set off with the knights.Chuck, who was staying behind, saw Dean coming back, rushed to meet him, and deliberately conveyed Bobby's words not to allow Dean to touch the first blade again. Dean reached out and gave Chuck a little push, and rummaged through Bobby's room with his body covered in rain, until he finally found the knife that Bobby had hidden.

A knife responds to a man marked with blood.

"Dean!" Chuck snapped, he had never spoken to Dean in such a harsh tone, "Put it down!"

Dean glanced at Chuck, silently reached out and slashed him unconscious.

"It's nice to see you sleeping on the floor once in a while." Dean thinks he still has a sense of humor, but he doesn't smile at all.

Turning his head and rushing into the rain again, Dean climbed onto the horse with the sheepskin bag in hand.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and a rumbling sound came from the ground.The normally steady war horse raised its front hooves and neighed in panic. Dean tightened the reins to control his horse, stopped in the rain and raised his eyes to look at the ground around him.On the ground, numerous fissures extended from the place where his horse stood to the surroundings with the sound of cracking stones. He saw many people in the residential clusters open their doors and ran out in panic.

The ground shaking was still going on, Dean calmed his horse and continued to run forward, all the while yelling at the civilians who ran out of the house to go back immediately.But it was too late, the black smoke entrenched in the sky seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity to avoid the holy cross, and swooped down to occupy the skins of human beings one after another.

The demons stood in the rain, looking up at Dean on his horse.

A black mist gushed out slowly from the cracks in the ground, almost occupying the entire street. The Impala backed away bewilderedly on the black mist engulfed stone pavement, and Dean pulled the reins hard, forcing it to turn around and run back the way it had come.

It's Famine Knight.

Someone broke the artifact, broke the chains that held the Famine Knight.

The ground continued to vibrate, and houses began to fall sideways, and then a row of residential houses collapsed like sand castles.More and more civilians rushed onto the rain-drenched street, staring dumbfounded at the black mist that exudes a strange smell, and then they were taken over by demons.

Rain, earthquakes, collapsed houses and corpses, the arrival of the famine knights... Without these demons, Dean would have almost decided that this was the "apocalypse" mentioned in the book.But it really isn't, just another wave of demons, another Hellknight, with his demonic army.

The black mist on the surface was getting thicker and thicker, and it was almost close to the belly of the horse. It exuded a weird smell, so greasy that it almost made people want to vomit. Dean controlled his horse carefully, and rushed towards the entrance of the secret passage without stopping for a moment.But before he arrived, the black mist suddenly dissipated, and the sound of roaring horseshoes came from ahead.

The knight wrapped tightly in a black cloak and rode on a tall black horse, almost blending into the horrific night.He seemed to have seen Dean a long time ago, or expected Dean's arrival, and the skinny horse immediately stopped in place, waiting for Dean.

"Be safe, Dean Winchester." The dry voice cut through the sound of the rain and reached Dean's ear accurately. Dean rubbed his throat unconsciously in pain, and it took a lot of effort to force the Impala not to turn around and run away under the instinct.

"Who let you out!"

Famine Knight ignored Dean's question.

"Let me see what you look like now." Withered fingers put down the cloak over his head, and the haggard old man sat crookedly on the horseback, staring at Dean with two black hole-like eyes.He seemed satisfied with how Dean looked, and he grinned with his lips parted.

Dean didn't wait for the Famine Knight to speak again, and rushed towards him, slapping the horse's hip and shouting. He let go of the rein, pulled out the first blade from the sheepskin bag, and stabbed the Famine Knight in the stomach.

The sound of the rain became far away in an instant, and there was silence in his own world.The fragments of the war knight on the chest were stirring, as if excited by the reunion of old friends.The pain doesn't hurt anymore, it just gets messier.He wants to calm down.

This calm can be obtained by conquest.

You can also kill.

The surrendered eyes of others and the blood of others can smoothly slide into that abyss, pile up, and one day it will be filled.

Someday.

The blade stabbed smoothly into the Famine Knight's stomach, and the shriveled old man was almost weightless. Dean turned the handle of the knife, put his hand around his neck, and pulled him off the horse and threw him to the ground.

The ground still has cracks and cracks of different depths extending all around.

It wasn't blood that gushed from Famine Knight's wound, but black mist.

The disgusting smell came again.

He lay there motionless, letting the rain hit his body crazily.Sick old people are too weak to be vulnerable.

Dean gasped, his body remaining oddly rigid.He didn't expect that Famine, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, would be so fragile. It seemed that he died not from the first blade, but from his old and sick body.

The demons followed, the blood was roaring in the body, and the noise was endless. Dean jumped off the horse, leaned over and grabbed the famine knight by the neck and pulled him up. When he raised his knife to crush the famine knight's heart, the old man suddenly opened his empty eyes again, and smiled strangely, revealing what little he had left. Black and yellow bad teeth.

As Dean plunged the knife into his heart, he reached out, fingers piercing Dean's flesh and bone, floating ghostly between his guts, touching his spine.

This time Dean felt the pain.

Because this pain does not come from the body, but from the soul.Famine Knight touched his soul, as if tasting it.

"I don't think anyone told you that," the flipped blade in his chest made the Famine Knight gasp in pain, but he still smiled evilly, "Your soul is very bitter, no demon will like your soul The taste of - Sam must not like it either."

His voice slowly flowed into Dean's soul along his hand, so the voice did not belong to "foreign things", and it kept echoing, echoing, echoing in his soul, like a goblet that kept bumping against the wall and rolling back and forth in the corner.He couldn't avoid the sound, he could only let it tear his soul.

"Shut up." Dean squeezed harder on the knife in his hand, the handle of which was firmly pressed against the famine knight's shriveled chest.

"I know your fear, Dean. Sam let you down, he's not the brother you remember, so you let your father down, will his soul in heaven be pleased with your lowly, futile deeds?" Famine The knight reached out and clutched Dean's soul, the pain in his heart made his body twitch, "You don't feel hunger anymore, because you have nothing, and you can't lose it. The one who has nothing is the happiest, isn't he - look down Yourself, is your heart still beating? Are you still sad? Is your insensitive soul okay in your skin? Dean, I can see that your inside is slowly dying - no, it's dead gone."

Dean couldn't help moaning from the pain.

He was still holding the knife tightly, but his body was trembling.

The sound of rain was still far away, and the earth rumbled and shook.The destroyed houses should be far away from his sight, but he heard the sound of something crumbling.He remembered keeping his father's helmet in the trunk, next to the amulet Sam had given him.

However he covered the box.

Those who have nothing are the happiest.

The base of the tongue seemed to taste a bit bitter.

Maybe this is the smell of his soul?

Dean broke Famine Knight's neck.The old man's withered hands, like branches, slipped from his body, and the fingertips began to collapse, turning into an ominous black mist.

But at this point, Dean hadn't realized it.

He was forced to the edge of the huge rift in his heart, and couldn't help but retreat.

Weightless, falling.

He will also be a fragment of it, with those surrendered eyes and other people's blood, stacked, stacked, he will be crushed to pieces.

In the rainstorm, another knight riding a tall white horse came across the water.

"I have come to meet my lord."

Dean looked up at the knight.

The sound of rain, thunder, and the sound of horseshoes.The sound of the wind, the sound of the earth shaking, the sharp laughter of the devil.

Dean felt himself suddenly lose his hearing.

And maybe vision.

TBC