You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Thunder exploded outside the window, and Dean's hands gripping Sam's hair trembled with shock. Sam opened his mouth and forced a ring of tooth marks on his brother's cheek, and he pressed on Dean, leaving bruised finger marks on Dean's thigh. Dean's body just clings to him, longing, but Sam just thinks it's all lies and deceit.

Azazel's words, his guilt, were just foreshadowing.

The dark clouds gathered, and the servants in the castle stared wide-eyed in astonishment, and couldn't help but look down at their false skin.The crackling sounded in the thunder, the wind roared into the windows, and the candles in the castle flickered.The torrential rain poured down, and the demons suddenly shrieked and took off their camouflage, turning into black smoke and fleeing to the sky in the hot hell fire.

Sam traps Dean between him and the bookcase, the sound of body bumps and gasps being drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder, pain creeping up Sam's spine, and he feels like he's about to be torn apart by unspeakable rage.

"You never told me that."

Sam stared at Dean, feeling his breath spray into his eyes.

Eyeballs almost burnt by Dean's breath.

Sam didn't expect his brother to be so despicable - did he prepare such a lengthy foreshadowing just to show that his choice was forced? He kept it hidden for so long, and he didn't say it until he couldn't hide it anymore, or sooner Some, is he going to just quietly leave to find Cain without any explanation or notification?

"Then you leave me, you leave me here, let me spend every day in this damn study from morning to night looking for a way to keep you alive," Sam said urgently, and he seemed to be about to speak when he saw Dean , so he leaned over and bit his lip hard to prevent him from speaking, "You put me through so much torture just to tell me one day that you have already chosen to kill someone who must never be killed?" ?”

Nobody doesn't know that story.

Those who hurt Cain will receive sevenfold retribution.

Maybe it didn't even occur to Dean himself that he'd have another 30 years to live.

Perhaps he felt that the end of his life in the first 30 years was a perfect ending.

Dean tried to speak countless times, but Sam tried to stop him in various ways.

Now he doesn't want to listen to Dean's sophistry.

He doesn't want to hear rational, emotional or other bullshit.

He backed away from Dean's body, picked up the belt and tied Dean's mouth firmly, and pressed him against the desk by pressing the back of his head.The books on the table at the moment are all Dean has just flipped through, and he still remembers the scribbled notes in the books, those marks, they are like clusters of star-pointed flames, knowing that they may be extinguished in an instant, but still burning stubbornly.

Every day Sam would go to sleep disappointed and wake up in thin anticipation.He's caught in a horrible cycle of having to tell himself by morning light that it's not over, that he still has time.Then I watched patience and enthusiasm wear away amid countless disappointments.

He didn't expect Dean to experience that.

It's like he's tried his best, but he still can't appreciate a ten thousandth of Dean's sadness and hopelessness.

He just hated, hated Dean for cheating and hiding.

Sam crushed Dean, leaving teeth marks on the back of his neck and shoulders.He'd never been so rough, and now, he'd rather give himself up to anger and grief.

Dean crouched under Sam, still smelling strong, moaning, biting his belt indistinctly.He was shaking from the pleasure and the anger and sorrow that came through the touch, and he called Sam's name vaguely, but Sam didn't respond, just held him firmly and fucked him roughly.

Even though it was so painful, he ejaculated.The cum stained Sam's desk, and he choked on his orgasm, biting his cum-soaked belt. Sam was soon coming too, and Dean gasped, before being wrapped tightly in one of Sam's arms.

Sam's head sank into the hollow of his shoulder.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear Sam's sobbing.

Sam hugged Dean quietly, and after a long time, he silently untied the belt that tied his mouth.He picked up Dean's clothes and handed them over, and Dean saw that there were still visible tears on his face.After hesitating, Dean finally apologized.

The young lord's wrath was gone, only sorrow remained long in his heart.He thought he could probably understand Dean, understand why Dean was willing to accept Cain's conditions, and understand why he could face the terrible ending calmly - because at that time, he, the younger brother, was also invisible Pushed him, their fate, and his words.

But he wanted Dean to understand that no matter how tired he was, he didn't really want to get rid of Dean.

"You can't..."

Dean smiled, tired and sad in his apologetic expression.He still had the tooth marks Sam had just made on his face and neck, circles of eye-catching red, which reminded Sam of the days when they lived in the monastery together for no reason.

"I promised him."

This sentence is extremely difficult to say. Dean looked into Sam's eyes and suddenly thought he might really be an asshole.

Black smoke was still lingering over the castle, and the civilians in the fief were also frightened by the sudden rainstorm.They stood in front of the window and looked at the castle in the distance, whispering that they didn't know who had offended the lord again.

Now the brothers seem to have nothing to say anymore, they let the silence fill every gap around them, let the silence ferment, exuding an old and depressing smell.

The servants are still hiding outside the castle and dare not come back, for fear that the lord is still angry. Sam tidied up the study by himself, wiping down the desk that had been stained with Dean's cum. Dean left the room and walked up the winding staircase, which led him into the small attic.

This time he took the initiative to leave Sam.

It has nothing to do with those responsibilities or missions anymore, it's just a heretical death.

Leave another heretic in this land, and let him alone guard the family's former fiefdom.

The glory of the sacred object ultimately requires a demon to inherit and maintain it.

Dean wondered how his father in heaven would feel about all this.He felt terrible at the moment, not only had he let his father down, he had let Sam down as well.He remembered the kiss he had given Sam, who had whispered "I promise" and kissed him.He suddenly felt that the dark and evil ritual had a sense of sacredness, even if the sacredness only came from his prejudice against Sam in his heart.

He has done many things that hurt Sam in his life, but he just didn't expect that the last thing he did in this life was also the one that hurt Sam the most.

It will be a disgrace to him.

The night was prolonged in the rain, the wind was raging, and the rainstorm shattered the flowers in the garden.

Dean looks out the window into the dark night, remembering years ago when he was a child, where he found Sam again and again.

So when Sam creeps in, he's still kind of surprised, like something from the past resurfaces, only now the roles are reversed.

"Hey, little man," Dean joked hoarsely.

"I'm going with you."

Dean thought he heard it wrong, his back stiffened suddenly, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I'm going to go find Cain with you."

TBC