You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The sky seems to be bright, but thick dark clouds have been piling up in the sky, covering the light from the huge stars, and the entire Nuoxi Parish is still immersed in pitch darkness.At some point, the thunder that had subsided gradually raged violently again, and the torrential rain fell again.

At the same time, another "dark cloud" is gradually gathering here.

That's not a cloud, it's thousands of worms.They flapped their wings and made a deafening hum that was so creepy that it almost made you want to vomit.They came almost everywhere, and immediately invaded the city and the surrounding farmland. Flies entered the houses through the windows, and locusts gnawed on the crops in the farmland.

This is a bigger disaster.

The demons seemed to be summoned by some mysterious induction, and the black smoke rushed towards the monastery. The demons who had been entangled with the paladins immediately gave up their battlefield and turned around and flocked to the monastery.

"Darkness" has invaded Sam's body, but his sanity is still there. He is consciously controlling himself, but his power is out of control.What he sees is still the same world, but completely different.He was hungry, but this hunger did not come from the body, but from the soul.Darkness is still darkness, silence is still silence, but in this silent darkness, he can see countless threads covering the world.

That is the trajectory of fate.

Stretching out his hand and touching one of them with his fingertips, he seemed to hear the trembling voice of a certain soul.

Then countless voices squeezed into his ears.

It's all chatter.

The confusion of the boys, the panic of the monks, and the doubts and fears of the people floated in Sam's ears. Those pious prayers and shaken doubts drilled into his ears at the same time. He could accurately distinguish those voices and recognize the owner of the voices. , even here you can touch the soul and smell the soul through whispering.

His soul hunger needs those delicious souls to satisfy.

Dean was still in his arms, smelling of both of them.

He could hear Dean whispering too.

But that was more vague than anyone's thoughts, and Dean was trapped in a small closed space, and the bitter taste was on the back of Sam's tongue again, and he swallowed, trying to make sense of Dean's thoughts.But he listened, even with his palms on Dean's chest, he could only hear Dean calling his name over and over again, repeating "give me" almost maniacally.

It's not that Sam has never seen greedy people, they are greedy and almost shameless, they are never satisfied with what they get, they just ask endlessly for what they want.

Dean is almost exactly like those people now.

However, what he is seeking is not money, nor status, nor the beauty that everyone covets.

Over the noise, Sam finally heard Dean wanting him.It's as if the whole of Dean's soul is just screaming that he needs Sam, the urgency that almost rips Dean's souls apart, throwing them into that big, bottomless hole in Dean's heart.

Sam had never seen Dean like this, and he had never imagined that Dean's deepest desire was this.

And this desire turned Dean into a water-deficient plant, the branches stopped growing and the leaves began to wither.

Black smoke poured into the room from the small window above the wall and scrambled towards Sam, but they were all consumed by the hellfire in a series of crackling noises before they could fully touch Sam.

A little force poured into Sam, easing his hunger a little, and he hugged Dean harder, kissing him, stroking his body, squeezing his wrist as he gasped.

It was as if he was using all of his body and soul to satisfy his desires and to fill the terrible black hole in his heart.

At this moment, Sam couldn't think of anything else, God, his identity, those dogmas, commandments and taboos.He just bites the back of Dean's neck, presses down on him, calls his name, wants to satisfy him with everything he has.

He wanted Dean's soul to be full and tough again.

If it required a sacrifice, he was willing to use himself as a sacrifice.

After two orgasms, Dean fell into brief satisfaction. He finally showed a tired expression and fell on the bed, but the blood on his arm was still as red as blood.He lay on his side, his hands wrapped around Sam's waist naturally, and Sam hugged him, like the first night they finally knew each other's thoughts.

It's like going back to my childhood.

And eros will bring them closer together.

Sam even wanted to use his own soul to glue Dean's crumbling soul, he wanted to use his own soul to neutralize the bitterness in Dean's soul.

Let their souls become one, and then split in two, so that the essence in their skins will become one.

It became noisy and noisy outside again, people's voices, and horseshoes... more words rushed into Sam's head, causing him a headache that he couldn't adapt for a while.Among the voices, he recognized Bobby's voice immediately, and Chuck's, they were all worried, and Sam could hear Bobby's inner voice.

Sam is the demon lord.

This sentence made Sam tremble suddenly, and he instinctively hugged Dean tightly, fingers along his spine from the back of his neck to his waist.Then Sam let go of Dean, pulled the blanket over him, picked up the clothes and pulled them over himself. Dean opened his eyes and took a look at Sam. He didn't seem to like Sam leaving his side, so he sat up and squeezed Sam's chin to kiss him.

Bobby didn't knock.

Holding the first blade tightly wrapped by the cloak, he pushed open the door roughly, and saw the two kissing.The hickey marks and obvious scratches on their bodies made the elder stunned. Chuck followed Bobby panting after him. As soon as he squeezed to Bobby's side, he was immediately stunned by the two of them.

Chuck had no idea what was going on.

He was knocked unconscious by Dean with a knife in his hand, and then woke up by the earthquake.Hurriedly escaping from the building, he quickly rode on his horse and rushed to the place where the black smoke rose into the sky.The black mist on the surface made him feel uneasy, and the reins were wet with sweat.When he arrived, Bobby had already arrived with his staff to disperse the black mist, but he was still terrified by the horrific bites and tearing wounds on the knights.

Dean wasn't there.

When the soldiers were about to wipe out the demons, insects and flies swarmed the sky, and the humming sound they made when they flapped their wings merged into a loud sound like sea waves, which made many people retch with nausea.The demons seemed to be inspired by something, they no longer lingered on the battlefield, they just rushed towards the monastery dragging their skins.

Everyone gasped.

The demon lord has awakened.

Bobby glanced at the first blade, already wrapped in the cloak, and thought of Sam's blood-stained hands.

"The lord is in the monastery."

These were the last words Chuck heard from Bobby before they left the battlefield.

They came for the demon lord, but Chuck found that Bobby went straight to Sam's room with the weird knife.

The ominous premonition made his heart beat faster and faster.

He followed, only to see Dean sitting naked on the bed, leaning over, pinching Sam's chin and kissing him.

Various whispers rushed into Sam's mind, and he suppressed the extremely fast and intense anger in a few words full of anger, pulled away Dean who seemed not satisfied, gently held his shoulder comfortingly, turned his head to look at Bobby and Chuck.

They even committed incest.

Sam heard them say that in their hearts.

"What did you do to Dean?" Bobby scowled, his emotions regained his composure.He stepped into the room with the first edge and his own sword in hand, his eyes glancing darkly over the tooth marks on Dean's neck.

"Don't come any closer, Bobby." Sam took a deep breath and said softly.There was another crackling sound in the air, and the stronger the power, the hungrier his soul was, but he didn't want to hurt Bobby and Chuck, even though Dean was still affected by the blood mark and delirious, but they were still Dean's friends, and Sam didn't want to let Dean was sad.

He himself had no intention of hurting anyone.

Bobby didn't listen to the advice, and approached Sam at the same pace he insisted on.

He was John's friend, witnessed John's death, witnessed John's lonely funeral.He has no children, Dean is like his own son.He often heard this young man babbled about his younger brother, and the young man seemed very proud of his younger brother.

Dean must have known Sam's secret by then, Bobby thought.

He has no right to dictate matters between others.

But this alone does not work.

"What did you do to Dean!"

He roared suddenly.

A huge explosion sounded, and Bobby seemed to have encountered an invisible wall. He was bounced off by an unusually powerful force, his back hit the wall, and the knife and sword fell to the ground at the same time.

"I tagged him." Sam maintained his gentle demeanor.He looked at Bobby apologetically, "Don't lean over, I can't control it now."

"But you are a devil!"

The word demon made Sam wince.

All this is inexplicable.

But it seems to be easy to understand.

Because of incest, because he fell in love with Dean, because of lust, because of his arrogance, rage and greed, this was the original sin, and he couldn't escape.

Dean brought it to him.

It's all Dean's fault.

But Sam didn't.

Because he brought those to Dean as well, and now, Dean needs him.

"I know," Sam nodded, and looked at Chuck who was still standing in the doorway, "I can't be purified, I can only be killed by that knife—right?"

TBC