You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean gripped the knife again.He felt the resonance of the blood mark and the knife, the mark on his arm was hot again, the abyss opened in his soul like a monster's mouth full of fangs, peace and tranquility, killing, and blood - but soon, these The weird impulse and satisfaction were suppressed by another powerful force.The power was as dark and cold as night, and screamed like a demon's roar, but Dean felt surprisingly close and warm to it.

This is the power from Sam's soul.

When Dean grasped the first blade, Sam immediately felt the bloodmark's effect on Dean too.This was the first time he directly felt the power of the knife language blood seal, the pain of being torn from the soul, and there was a trace of peace in the pain, that kind of peace reminded Sam of poppies.The opium is condensed into opium from the milky white pulp of the poppy fruit, and the light blue smoke emitted by the burning opium also has this peaceful power.

But it was terrifying.

He'd keep this eerie peace away from Dean.

Dean held the knife, Sam had already cut off the Hell Knight's head, he raised the knife and stabbed it into the Hell Knight's chest, the black smoke twisted, screams erupted in the army he led, and the demons rushed to this side, The white lion rushed over, and the paladins rushed into the demon army waving their weapons.

A huge and dazzling red light suddenly erupted from the Hell Knight's body, and then his body—including his head that had left the body—quickly dehydrated and shriveled up, eventually turning into a withered mummy.

The corpse reminded the brothers of what the Hellknight had just said.

Human beings cannot escape death after all.

Sam would be left behind and Dean would grow old and die.

Become dry bones, turn into dust.

Sam was apprehensive, he looked up at Dean, but Dean had already grabbed his knife and rushed into the demon - just like he was still the paladin, he was not a heretic, so he still had to protect the son of God People and demons fight.

And now, in the depths of his soul was Sam's soul. Sam's soul would pull his soul, suppressing the bloodmark's effect on him, like a kite pulled by a string.

It made him feel safe, like vain feet stepping on solid ground.

The paladin, the demon's white lion pet, and the demon lord's retinue fight the same demonic army.This situation is more or less unimaginable, the white lion is biting the demon, feasting contentedly, roaring and tearing apart the demon trying to hurt Dean with its sharp claws.Only Sam stood far away, holding the bloody sword in his hand, and there was a crackling sound in the air, but he didn't step forward to expel the demon.

He would make sure that Dean would not be harmed by the demon, and under this premise, he would not easily use the power in him again.

As a promise to Dean.

Dark clouds were heavy and thunder was rolling, but the rain did not come down. Sam's standing on the sidelines didn't change the situation much. The paladins were worried at first that the demon lord would eventually help the demons, but seeing Dean charge into the demon army with the first blade in his hand gave them an odd sense of relief.

It was a strange mood, and they couldn't tell if it was the comfort that Sam wouldn't help the demons, or the joy that their former Grand Master was still fighting the demons.

The demons behind Sam witnessed this unsuspecting little battle, and the black smoke followed Sam silently, also not joining the battle.The lord's position is very obvious, he doesn't look like a demon, even, he still has a human heart, and he will always only turn towards his human beings.But the demons are very clear that it is also wise to submit to the lord. Although they cannot play with humans or eat human souls, they can draw strength from the lord.

At least, it will not be wiped out.

There was a pungent sulfur smell in the air.Dead skins were strewn across the blood-stained ground.The white lion followed Dean, licking its blood-stained paws contentedly. Dean gasped and gave Bobby an uneasy look.

Sam had told him how they had left the monastery, only vaguely.

The change of identity made Dean shrink back a little. He respected Bobby as his father, so he didn't dare to face Bobby's disappointed or disgusted eyes.But to his surprise, Bobby didn't show that look, he was just shocked - there seemed to be a little bit of surprise in the shock.Of course, he was also a little confused. He probably didn't understand why Dean suddenly got rid of the blood and knife.

The knights also remained silent.They tacitly cleaned up the battlefield and moved the corpses.The wounds on the skin are still shocking, and the best way to eliminate them is to ignite them.The fragments of the soul may still remain in the skin. When the body is set on fire, they will scream and writhe in pain. The knights will silently pray for them, but they all know that these souls will never rest.

Dean slipped the knife into the sheepskin bag and glanced back at Sam. Sam beckoned his white lion over, mounted his horse, and led his demon entourage back to the castle.

What follows is a human conversation, he is not fit to stay here as a demon.He distractedly listened to the whispers of the souls of the knights, some still hated him, but no one seemed hostile to Dean anymore.

Of course he is still a little sad, because he still has a human soul and heart, but as a heretic, he should have the consciousness of heresy, be disgusted, and be hated.Whatever his motives, he had indeed hurt the paladin, and it wasn't surprising that it had such an outcome.

He's just a little worried that Dean will invite Bobby to their castle, which doesn't welcome relics, you know.

Dean watched Sam ride off, feeling like he'd been stung by a wasp.Probably everyone here insists that Sam is a demon—yes, he is, but it's not the demon blood in Sam that determines Sam's true nature.But Dean won't explain it at this time, everyone has their own natural position.

He chose Sam, but he couldn't force everyone to make the same choice as him.

"Your blood mark..." Maybe the long silence was too awkward, but Bobby finally asked the first question in his heart.The last time he saw Dean, he was still stuck in his own world, only responding to people who hurt Sam.That time was very tragic, Sam's power summoned powerful demons, and Bobby still can't forget Sam's cold eyes when they left.

"It's a long story," Dean smiled, holding out his hand to show Bobby the silver ring on his wrist, "the seal." But he couldn't go into any more detail, in a sinister way that Bobby wouldn't like, and probably wouldn't He accepts this form of sealing.

Bobby glanced worriedly at the silver ring on Dean's wrist, the bronze decoration made the silver ring look a bit cold.He also guessed several possibilities, the devil always has some special methods.So he could only nod his head, and asked after a while, "You've been with Sam since you left?"

Dean saw Bobby's expression of embarrassment, which was both embarrassing and amused to him.He didn't know how to explain it to Bobby. At this time, it's not so much that others don't understand, it's better to say that others don't want to accept it.So he simply nodded without explaining. Bobby didn't know what to say anymore, he stared at Dean for a while, suddenly cursed in a low voice, and then turned around to carry the corpse with the other knights.

Dean knew the job of a paladin.

Eliminate all demons.

One day, they'd surround the manor and try to kill Sam.

This is the foreseeable future.

close at hand.

Dean mounted his horse with his knife, and the white lion followed, turning his head and looking back, as if reluctantly searching for any demons that slipped through the net.

TBC