You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Everything about the ceremony is ready.

At night, the servants did not light the candles on the candlesticks sequentially as usual, and the castle was completely painted.Only in the main hall, Sam personally lit the five candles on the candlestick, and the flickering candles illuminated his clean coronation clothes.

For his previous identity, this attire was obviously out of bounds.But he is no longer a deacon, and white is no longer suitable for his identity. The servants prepared a brand new coronation suit for him, a black robe and a red belt. It added a bit of gloom to him that would not show mountains and dews on weekdays.

Sam put down the candle in his hand. The tall candlestick was on the side of the main table. He had prepared the wine and cooked minced meat. The billy goat was slaughtered, and the blood was smeared on the main table. The elongated skull of a billy goat, behind which is placed a vessel filled with the blood of the goat.

The silver ring was soaked in the blood with a little froth floating on it.

He has attended countless Masses.

Those words of congratulations are already familiar by heart.

He has also shared bread and wine with others countless times, and the sound of hymns seems to still echo in his ears.

This is a mass for two people, but the demon servants are standing on both sides of the main hall.They were silent and docile, perhaps because of the light, Sam felt that all of them looked solemn, as if they were about to usher in a grand and solemn ceremony.

The gathering of dark clouds once again ended the days of good weather. They were inspired by Sam, and there was a force that was difficult for human beings to roll in the humid air. "Darkness" descended on Sam's body, his fingertips lightly brushed the goat's blood on the main stage, and looked down at the silver ring in the container.

Dean was still standing in the darkness where the candlelight didn't shine.He looked at Sam who was wearing a black coronation suit behind the main stage, and looked at his peaceful expression but his fingertips were stained with the blood of the goat.As if Mass should be like this, Sam should be like this.

Confirming that everything was ready, Sam raised his head, searching for Dean in the dark.

He could feel the resistance from Dean.

If Dean were to stop at this time, he would stop everything - wine and minced meat could still be enjoyed, silver rings and goat skulls could be buried together, blood should be fed to roses, it would make them grow more beautiful moving.

But Dean stepped out of the darkness and walked towards him, the struggle on his face fading, and finally reached out.

Sam smeared the goat's blood letter from his fingertips on the back of Dean's hand.He picked up the dagger beside the container and cut his palm, letting the blood drip into the wine and minced meat.Then he put down the knife, picked up some blood-soaked minced meat, and held it to Dean's mouth.

It was the Devil's Mass, to be enjoyed with joy, so he forsook the unpalatable bread and substituted meat for it.

The smell of meat and grease mingled with a little blood, and they tangled in the air and got into Dean's nostrils, which reminded him of Famine Knight.

His heart is sinking.

But he still reached out to grab Sam's wrist, opened his mouth, and rolled his tongue at the overcooked meat on his fingers.

"This is my body, given for you. You should do this in memory of me in the future."

This is what the Son said when he shared the bread with his disciples on the night he was betrayed by Judas.

Sam watched as Dean rolled the minced meat into his mouth with his tongue, chewed, and whispered the words.The hall was silent for a while, the demons didn't need to breathe, so Dean and Sam could only hear each other's breathing, Sam heard Dean chewing meat, and Dean stared at Sam, listening to him recite the words that the Son said sentence.

Blasphemy.

Arrogant demon.

Dean involuntarily squeezed Sam's wrist hard, then stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the grease off Sam's fingers.

In the candlelight, Sam's eyes couldn't help but focus on the tip of Dean's tongue that kept sticking out his lips, watching it lick his fingers, rolling away the residual meat and blood mixed with grease.He nonchalantly raised a glass of red wine and blood to Dean's face.

"This is my blood, shed for you. When you drink this afterwards, do it in memory of me."

Dean takes the glass.He let go of Sam's wrist, moved his lips to the glass, and drained the bloody drink in one gulp.

Sam reached into the container of blood, held Dean's wrist with one hand, and pulled out a silver ring from the blood with the other hand: "What you swallow will become my body and blood, with my soul," He intoned, his hazel green eyes fixed on Dean, slipping the silver ring around Dean's wrist, "Resurrection in you."

The silver ring, which was supposed to be a dead thing, suddenly tightened as if it had come to life the moment it was wrapped around Dean's wrist, tightly fitting against Dean's skin.The dim light from the spell on the inside of the silver ring seemed to seep into Dean's body, rushing down his veins to his heart.

Sam took another silver ring from the blood and put it on Dean's wrist as well.

The light from the silver ring streamed towards the bloodstain on Dean's arm.

The imprint suddenly became hot again, gushing out a dazzling red light.The demon servants separated on both sides let out shrill screams at the same time as the red light gushed out. The demon's disguise was broken, and the black smoke rolled and twisted and rushed out of the window, rising into the dark cloud-covered sky.

The sharp pain rolled in Sam's body, as if some invisible force was pulling his soul, trying to separate it from the skin.The dark force throbbed painfully in the body, and there was a crackling sound in the air one after another, and the blood in the container suddenly exploded because of this, and the sticky and heavy liquid splashed all over Sam and Dean.

There's a power ebbing away, Dean can feel it.

The quiet world is mixed with noise, like the sound of wind, and other sounds that he can't name.

It is the original voice of this world.

The power of Bloodstain is slowly being sealed, and he began to return to this world.

And the bloodstain is still stubbornly resisting.

Sensing Sam's strange behavior, Dean knew he was affected by the blood mark. Dean told him to let go, but his stubborn brother refused to let go.The spell on the silver ring had just begun to take effect, and his blood had just entered Dean's body with his soul. If he let go at this time, the power of the blood seal would not be completely sealed.

"Let go! Get out of here!" Dean couldn't help growling.

Sam shook his head, enduring the double pain from his body and soul, and forcibly grabbed Dean, leading him to the throne.

"I'll crown you…" Sam broke off, his voice trembling with pain.

Dean put him on the throne.

Sam's hand was still tightly gripping Dean's wrist.

The air was filled with crackling, and Sam's gasping in agony.

Dean leaned in and kissed Sam.

This is the kiss of the contract.

"I ask you to allow me to be your knight."

Dean's lips pressed against Sam's slightly chilled lips, and Sam murmured "I agree".He opened his lips and stuck out his tongue to actively deepen the kiss, Sam's burning and painful breath sprayed on his face, and he felt as if his soul had suffered a lingering pain.

The painful kiss was surprisingly long, until the pain caused by the bloodstains gradually dissipated, and then Sam finally let go of Dean's wrist, letting his relaxed body slump on his throne like a sigh of relief.

The crackling in the air finally stopped, but the voice of the world became clearer.

The heat on the blood mark also slowly dissipated, the desire for killing dissipated, and the tranquility also dissipated.

Heavy skins again, Famine Knight, Azazel, demons, and long-dead parents.

He came back to this world.

Dean pulled his lips away from Sam's.

He held Sam's hand behind his back, half-knelt down in front of Sam covered in blood, pulled Sam's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

This is the kiss of promise.

"I will always be loyal to you."

Thunder roared outside the castle.

The rainstorm is coming.

Sam leaned over, watching Dean, blood-stained in the backlight, in the candlelight.He couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy now, Dean became the original Dean, and at the same time, he couldn't be the original Dean again.Reaching out to wipe the goat's blood off Dean's face with the palm of his hand, Sam brushed his thumb over his full lips, pressing hard against his teeth.

Regarding the Black Mass, they still lacked one last ritual.

That would prove their corruption once and for all, they would never again be deacons and paladins, and the gods would no longer protect them.

They will be outright heretics.

Sam pulls Dean closer to him, letting him sit on his lap.

At this moment, there are only him and Dean here, and the demons are afraid of the power of the bloodstain, and will not come back for a while.Originally he was still resisting the last item of the ceremony, but now, he will never be seen by others again.

Sam reached up and lifted the hem of Dean's shirt, pulling him off Dean.

There will be no one here to witness their fall.

Sam held the back of Dean's neck lightly, and Dean leaned in to kiss him, panting.

TBC