You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The demon and his knight woke up in the morning light of the next morning. At this time, the lord's white lion was still sleeping on its huge velvet cushion, lying quietly, occasionally making a small grunt or two from its throat.

The wrists and ankles are encircled by silver rings, except that the strength of the blood marks and tattoos is clearly weakened, everything else is as usual. Dean involuntarily reached out to put his hands on the corners of his eyes, not sure if his eyes had turned completely black.And the world is still this world, the torrential rain that has been raining all night finally stops, and the rising sun tears the clouds.

He doesn't seem to have changed.

Just like Sam.

Gained demonic powers, but otherwise, Sam was Sam.

Sam also promised that he would not become a demon.

"Last night was the first time you slept in so many days." Sam reached out and hugged his brother, as if he was a little happy, and couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose against Dean's forehead.

Dean was amused by Sam's childish behavior, and he opened his mouth to laugh at his brother, but fell silent again thinking about what he had said.Perhaps everyone thought that it was the first blade and the blood marks that made him completely collapse. They made him sleepless, cruel and cold-blooded, and let him sink into a world where he was alone.

But only he knows the truth.

It wasn't the knife that broke him.

but himself.

He still had to face his fate, had to admit that he was a key, that he was Sam's original sin.

Now, he himself fell with it.

He himself felt no different.

This is the most terrifying change.

Sensing Dean's mood swings, Sam let go of him a little, then reached out and pulled him tighter into his arms.Desire swells in the smell, their naked bodies rubbing against each other, but Sam just wants to hug Dean the way Dean would go up to him and hug him back in those days.

They are still brothers.They were already as close as they could be, and now they're just piling on titles and new relationships, like more knots on a strong knot.

Sam glanced at the threads of his and Dean's fate, they were still tightly entangled, and seemed to be tied with countless knots in the middle, he carefully stretched out his hand, and found that they were all knots that could not be untied.

It can be torn apart, but it cannot be unraveled.

Noticing Sam's movements, Dean snapped out of his own thoughts.He followed Sam's outstretched fingers and stared at the air there, completely unable to make out what his brother was doing.

"Sam?"

Sam doesn't explain what he's doing, just leans down and kisses the back of Dean's bite-marked neck.It never hurts after it's been marked, and Dean even likes how Sam bites down on that piece of skin when they're making love.It was unbelievable enough for an Alpha, but rather than submitting, Sam would rather see this as Dean's acceptance and approval of him.

Neither he nor Dean would dominate the other, physical submission was just another form of acquiescence.

Palms slipped under the covers against Dean's body, and Sam stroked his brother's chest and stomach, circling his slightly erect cock. Dean's back was pressed against Sam's chest, and he could feel Sam's hardened cock pressing against his ass.He couldn't help but think of the "ritual" last night, when he ended up shooting on Sam's throne, and before that, neither of them had touched his cock.

The hard sex burned the memory, and then burned Dean's body along with it.He was used to the smell and touch of Sam, and even more so to the desire and longing that swelled under such a smell and touch.

He turned his head to kiss Sam, then simply rolled over on top of his brother, pressed his shoulders and kissed him, so that their cocks touched and rubbed together. Sam held his hip, fingers digging into the cleft, pressing around the hole.

The sex in the morning seemed lazy and casual, the awakened white lion flicked its tail unhappily, yawned and looked at the two on the bed, looked up and saw Dean had got up and sat on top of Sam.After squinting and watching lazily for a while, the white lion, who has no interest in human sexual behavior, rested his head on his forelegs again, and decided to sleep again amidst the slightly noisy panting and moaning of the two of them.

It was still early anyway.

The white lion brought by "arrogance" is also a thing of hell. It likes to eat demons or human souls, but it can neither touch the demons who turned into servants in the manor, nor steal the souls thrown by the master into the basement. The sun lives on human food--it hates this kind of life, and it can only survive by sleeping.

Morning sex is followed by a shower and breakfast.Sitting between the demon-turned-servants, Dean looked awkward.The demons seemed to be a little afraid of him, and the power that burst out from the blood marks yesterday almost tore them apart.The tattoo doesn't hurt anymore, and it all makes Dean feel uncomfortable, like he's in another world he's completely unfamiliar with.

Before the power of the blood seal was sealed, he could only see Sam, hear Sam speak, and feel Sam.Only when he feels the breath of demons or hostile breath, the blood mark and instinct will lead him to attack those "breaths"-those may be demons, or human beings, he can't tell the difference, he has no idea about everything The aura that belonged to Sam was hostile.

For normal people, that is a terrible world, and they cannot adapt to it.But Dean feels good in that world, and he doesn't seem to need anything else.

He knew that it was just because he wanted a shell that could hide from the world, so Bloodstain and Knife made one for him.

He was ashamed of himself for running away.

Taking a silent sip of his drink, Dean glanced up at Sam.It just so happened that Sam was also looking at him, as if to make sure he was okay.

"It's time to welcome me back." Dean laughed, raising his glass to toast the demons around them.His smile made the demons shiver, as if he was still the Alpha Paladin holding a huge sword, who might cut off their necks at any time, and drive them back to their hometown of hell by chanting Bible texts. Sam felt relieved a lot because of his smile. Although he is already a demon lord, this can only become "destiny". Just because he accepts the gift from the demon, doesn't mean he has to protect the demon.

That sounds mean.

Meanness is also a characteristic of demons.

So everything can be reduced to a paradox.

"Is there going to be a dance? Everyone in the fief will receive invitations." Sam also raised his glass and lightly touched the glass in his brother's hand, joking in a good mood.

"Amused gnomes, too." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't think they're going to make a mess of this place." Sam drank the wine in his glass and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Dean knew his tall brother had always been afraid of midgets, the small, ugly-looking guys.There will also be some connections between the old nobles. Although their father is not at home all year round, the two brothers are often attended by other old nobles to dinners or dances.But they were still too young at that time, and the caring adults would arrange for them to watch the amusing performances of the gnomes, but every time little Sam would be scared speechless by them.

He thought the dwarves' make-up was too exaggerated and weird.

Dean didn't know if Sam was still afraid of dwarves, although judging by the look on his face, those fears were probably still there.

"Forget it, I'm worried about my brother and I'm too scared to hold me and cry."

"I didn't cry!" Sam corrected aloud.

But that's also because Dean scares him that midgets eat crybaby. Sam didn't know why he'd been so easy on him before, he believed everything Dean said, so he kept trying to keep himself from crying even though he was terrified.

Probably remembering the same thing as Sam, Dean finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I'm glad you didn't cry, little man."

Sam couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"Hey, Dean, after breakfast, would you like to come with me..." Clearing his throat, he was about to change the subject, but then paused to think about his words, "Performance?"

After all, this is still the fiefdom of the Winchester family. Although Sam does not allow demons to invade human skins, it is impossible to monitor them all the time, and it is still very necessary to go out to patrol.

It took Dean a moment to fully grasp Sam's meaning, he took a bite of the bread and said inarticulately, "Ride my horse and take your sword."

TBC