You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean was stripped of his clothes by Sam, and there were finger marks all over his body. Sam would have comforted him with those words—or comforted himself, but now the young man could only hold him helplessly, kiss his body, wrap his arms around his waist.

It seems that at this moment, everything is in vain.

At this moment, eyes, words, and limbs all become nothing, and smell, breath, and touch become distant and misty things. Only powerlessness and panic are the only reality.

Sam couldn't help but bite Dean's neck. Dean groaned in pain, fingers tightening on his sturdy shoulders. Sam hooked Dean's thighs, palms gripping his thighs and sliding towards his hips, he buried his head in the hollow of Dean's shoulders, sniffing his scent, and stuffed his fingers into his pussy.

Dean didn't let out the uncomfortable gasp that he usually did, and Sam thought it might be Dean's patience.He twirled his fingers, and Dean's breathing suddenly became more messy and rapid - he made a moan like surprise, and hugged Sam's neck, his eyes widening slightly in astonishment.

Sam didn't notice it all.He's used to Dean's compromise, and also his forbearance and tolerance. Maybe it's just Dean's patience and accommodating. What hurts Dean is no longer the pain, but the resistance to his brother, but the relationship between them. obstacles, so he endured.

Kissing Dean on the lips, Sam grabs his legs and presses him hard against the wall, the tip of his swollen cock rubbing wet precum against Dean's pouch. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, the cold silver rings on his ankles pressed against his hot lower back, and let him in, panting.

The warm inside seemed to be getting softer, Dean was frighteningly sensitive at the moment, and Sam had only just entered him, and he was shaking with excitement like he was going to come at any time.He hugged Sam's back and pulled him over for a kiss, the pleasure of his cock rubbing against the inside of him stronger than ever.He bit Sam's lip lightly, and Sam gripped his waist and slammed his cock into the deepest part.

The thing that turned into nothing regained its shape again, the breath became sound, the smell was vivid again, they called each other's name, and their fingers stayed on each other's body.It was like a long dream, and Sam held on, not being crushed by the panic in the dream, but even holding Dean at this moment, he felt uneasy.

It seems that you will not think of it without being reminded-everything is created from nothing, from birth to death, and nothing is indestructible.Perhaps in the eyes of human beings, thousands of flowers look the same, but every flower that is in full bloom cannot be a copy of the one that withered last night.

Once gone, there will be no more.

Sam hugged Dean tightly.

He hated himself again for getting up.It's not that he feels useless, the power of the devil has become a prop for him, he owns it, and has the right to decide whether to use it or not.But it is this kind of power that makes him no longer a human being. The time he possesses is suddenly tens of thousands of times that of ordinary humans, so he will witness Dean's death, and then continue to exist for a long time that is tens of thousands of times that of ordinary humans.

Body numb with exhaustion after the intense orgasm, Sam still hugging Dean, not withdrawing from him, Dean's legs still wrapped around his waist.

"You can kill me with the first blade first."

Dean heard Sam muttering the words without thinking, still buried in his neck.

His body shuddered, and he reached out and tugged at Sam's hair.

He knew what Sam meant - before he died, he could kill Sam with the First Blade, and they would go to hell together.

It's like a Cain and Abel double.

But he wouldn't do it, and even if he knew what it was like to be alone, he wouldn't kill Sam.

He even didn't tell anyone. Cain said that the blood mark is also a curse. This curse is deeply rooted in Cain's blood and can only be lifted by killing him.

"There's always a way," Dean smiled weakly, "Don't cry on me, little girl." He leaned down and kissed the top of Sam's head.

"I didn't cry." Sam's voice was a little hoarse, he raised his head and was unwilling to kiss Dean again, but carefully backed out of Dean's body.He's still holding Dean, letting Dean's feet hit the ground, his palms sliding against Dean's lower back and finally resting on his lap.

There was cum sliding on his fingers.

Sam gasped and gulped down Dean's saliva, palms suddenly sinking into Dean's hard muscles.

"Sam." Dean stroked his brother's face and called out suddenly.

"Huh?" Sam finally let go of Dean, sweat still dripping from his orgasm. The word "death" made him start to re-examine Dean, his eyes fell on Dean all the time, but the more so, the more he shrank in his heart and felt as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion pain.

The look in Sam's eyes made Dean feel a suffocation in his chest, as if he was being pressed firmly by a boulder.He pushed Sam away slightly, and leaned over to pick up his own clothes and put them on.The attic is too low, putting on clothes is the same as when they just undressed, and their hands often hit the top of the attic halfway through.

"I want to leave for a while." After receiving Sam's slightly confused and disturbed eyes, Dean was silent for a while, "I still have something to do."

Sam froze for a moment of confusion, then immediately realized what Dean was saying.

Hellknight, and other demon lords. That's why Dean took Cain's bloodmark and got the First Blade.

Sam knew he couldn't stop Dean.This is indeed his unfinished business.Probably in Dean's heart, he is still a paladin, riding a war horse, holding a weapon, chanting the bible to cut off the enemy's head--he has become a heretic, but those have long been integrated into his blood and become his body An indelible glory.

"I understand."

It was a difficult sentence to say, because Sam knew he couldn't leave.This place is already occupied by demons, once he leaves, this place will become a new hell.The demon was brought by him, so he must take responsibility for it.He looked at Dean and nodded again.

Dean reached out and patted his arm.

One of them is a demon and the other is a heretic, but blood cannot determine their thoughts.

Sam was glad that Dean finally trusted him this time, even though he was still as awkward as a little girl who didn't want Dean to leave.He knew that time was approaching—eternal separation—but he couldn't stop Dean and himself from doing what they were supposed to do.

His brother is a hero who is written and sung in poems by bards.A hero should not just be locked in the devil's castle and become a decoration that consumes time and space.What's more, his blood is still in Dean's body, and the silver rings are still on Dean's wrists and ankles. Their souls will resonate, and they can be together in this way.

And while Dean was gone, he'd be trying to find a solution to his death.

He thought his brother would be proud of his decision.

He wanted his brother to be proud of him.

After going through so many things.

After he became a demon.

TBC