You are my sin uncrowned poem

65

Dean stayed up almost all night.

Of course, so did Sam.

They fell asleep hugging each other near dawn, Dean's habit of putting his arms around Sam's back, his forehead pressed against the hollow of Sam's shoulder.The heat in his body gradually dissipated, the pain was gone, only between his legs was still wet, and Dean, who had been pressed for almost a whole night, didn't even bother to think whether it was his own semen or just Sam's semen. Sam hugged Dean too, and the two of them were so close together that they fell asleep listening to each other's sleepy breathing.

Sam took a moment to think a little about Dean's mutation.For him, Alpha or Omega will not damage the existing image of Dean in his heart, and he thinks that Dean will not become completely different from before because of the transformation.

They'd had some trance conversations last night, and the other Alphas weren't attracted to Dean's smell, but repelled it as usual.And to Sam, Dean is undoubtedly like an Omega, although the smell has not changed, but there seems to be something more in it that he can't resist at all.

The two fell asleep until almost noon before waking up. Dean felt like his waist was going to break, but he didn't seem to be much better than Sam, both of them were covered with hickey marks, tooth marks and scratch marks, it seemed that they were more violent than he imagined last night.

Incredible.

And Sam guessed that apart from that, Dean's body hadn't changed in any way - he was still an Alpha's body, maybe it was because of the seal that this unpredictable situation appeared.

Or maybe it was his soul that had changed Dean.

"Can you get out of bed, little man?" Dean teased his brother with a smile, only to realize that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.Cursing an obscenity, Dean rubbed his throat uncomfortably, deciding it would be better not to speak.

Sam gave his brother a resigned look.

We haven't seen each other for more than two years, can't his brother have some warm and affectionate conversation first?

Rubbing his hair, Sam knew that was how Dean laughed at him as a little girl.

Getting up from under the covers, Sam stood by the bed and looked around, but couldn't find the clothes they had taken off last night.After recalling for a while, he finally remembered that they had already stripped each other naked when they were in the study.So after that...how did they get back to the room?

There are hundreds of answers in my mind, even if the demons have no shame, Sam still has them.Moaning in exasperation, he wiped his face in bewilderment, decided to ignore it, and walked to the wall to get his clothes from a closet—and a set for Dean, by the way.

"It's time to go out and inspect the fief today, Dean." Sam said as he put on his clothes and glanced back at Dean. Dean pressed his waist for a while, and then climbed out of bed.The insides of his thighs were blotchy white, and undried cum kept slipping out of his pussy after he got out of bed. Sam choked and licked his parched lips, hesitant to suggest that Dean take a shower first.

"Could you wait until I take a shower and eat something before going out?" Dean rubbed his neck as he spoke, frowning in discomfort from time to time.

"I'll wait for you." Sam breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

At least the shower was Dean's initiative.

Dean's moving fast, and Sam thinks he's eating faster than he was two years ago, and he's constantly worried that his brother will choke on those roasts. Dean stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, and noticing Sam's gaze, he stopped chewing and puffed his cheeks and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?" He said as he reached into his brother's plate. .

"I'm so tired of eating boiled beans every day. Sometimes the beans are still undercooked, and I always worry that I will die from poisoning." Dean swallowed the meat in his mouth, took a sip of wine, and gagged again. A piece of pie in my mouth, "Uncooked beans are really bad!"

Dean babbled about a whine he'd been holding back for over two years.Although Sam had prepared a lot of money for him before leaving, he found that the purse was too heavy and easily attracted thieves after he was on the road. Later, he simply kept a little money with him, and donated the rest to the civilians he met on the way. Or a monastery.

As a result, he could only eat boiled beans all the time.Occasionally, while spending the night in the woods, he was lucky enough to catch a rabbit or two—it must have been a lucky time, because he had no bow and arrows, but only a rusty knife.

Sam watched helplessly as Dean ate all the meat and all the pie off their plates, wondering if he should ask the chef to grill some more meat now. Dean ate his after-dinner dessert and drank his after-dinner drink with a contented expression on his face.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to patrol?" Dean got up and patted Sam on the shoulder, turned around and strode out of the lunch room.

It seems that more than two years of ranger life has made Dean more and more vigorous.

Sam drained his glass of after-dinner wine, got up and followed Dean hurriedly out of the lunch room.

Dean has been a little absent-minded during the inspection, as if thinking about something.But he was glad that the civilians didn't seem to reject Sam anymore, and they would bow respectfully to him when they met them on the way.Respect and awe are not the same after all, and Dean can sense the change in the civilians' attitude towards Sam.

Dean felt a little relieved.

He had promised Bobby that Sam would never become like the other demon lords.

Greed dominates human beings. Once they gain power and power, their repressed desires will expand and explode.The awakened demon lords are all indulging in their own desires. They have the ability to change the fate of others, so they think they are invincible.

But Sam is different.

Sam has learned restraint and restraint, and since he can control his power, he can control his malicious desires.

Dean told Bobby he trusted Sam.

"As long as I firmly believe that Sam will not, he will never become a real demon."

Because it was already difficult to find any demons who dared to disobey Sam's orders, the inspection in the afternoon seemed a bit calm and boring.And in this boredom, Dean finally found a problem that he had been unconsciously caring about since he woke up.

"Where's your big cat?"

He hadn't seen the white lion since he came back last night.

Dean's question made Sam hesitate.

"It steals human souls, and I locked it in the basement." Sam looked at Dean beside him, and saw him blink in surprise as expected, "A devil is a devil after all, and those who should fall will always fall."

There seemed to be other meanings in Sam's exclamation, and Dean couldn't help frowning as he guessed the overtones.He hasn't been around Sam for more than two years, and he hasn't noticed a slight change in his personality for the time being. If he had heard his brother threaten the priest last night, he would have been too shocked to speak.

However, what he didn't know even more was that all the root causes of Sam's changes were because of him.

Because Sam thinks he can't change that fate.

One dies, the other lives forever.

Those who die become spirits, and those who live forever become demons.

This was an unacceptable result for Sam.

"But don't worry, I'll teach it well." Seeing the suspicion and worry in Dean's eyes, Sam laughed, "It still seems to like you very much."

"I don't like that guy," Dean muttered.He took another worried look at Sam, only to see that his brother wasn't any different than usual.

Maybe he was overthinking.

There's still a long way to go, but Dean feels the heat start to burn on the surface of his skin again.He and Sam were both on horseback, and the distance between them wasn't too close, but Sam's scent hit him hard and fast. Sam's body also seemed to froze suddenly, and he turned his head unnaturally, obviously also smelling the unusual smell on Dean's body.

"Why are there so many books in the study? Where did they get them?" In order to divert his attention, Dean cleared his throat and coughed twice, and picked up a topic at random, "What are they all about?"

He just didn't realize that this casual topic was poking at the fact that Sam least wanted to face.

"It's nothing," Sam's voice suddenly became a little depressed, he muttered, turning his head to look away, "I just want you to live longer."

A little longer, a little longer, if you can, keep extending this fragile life in this way, making it infinitely close to eternity.

So that Dean can leave him later.

Farewell later.

Sam's words instantly brought Dean back to that afternoon two years ago, when the haughty hell knight talked about the fragility of human beings, he said that human beings will eventually die, and their fate cannot be changed.Those words pierced into Dean's heart like a thorn, but after two years of tossing and fighting, these problems were temporarily forgotten by him, but he never thought that this thorn had already grown into Sam's heart, two years was enough for it to grow into a A lush forest of thorns.

It was he who chose the wrong topic.

But there's one more thing Dean hasn't told Sam.

--His agreement with Cain.

TBC