You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Dean tried to dissuade Sam, but the words caught in his throat once he caught Sam's eyes.The bite mark on the back of his neck was still aching, as if Sam's anger was still inside him.It all made Dean cringe, unable to speak when he should have rejected Sam.

"Let me join."

No.

Even though no one knew what the Sevenfold Retribution was, Dean didn't want Sam to see him die.

He has been through.

When my father died.

So he didn't want Sam to go through this too.

If he really can only perish with Cain, it should be in Luoyue Parish, which is far away from here. The branches and leaves of trees, soil, and winter snow will cover his decaying corpse, and in the end, he will become no one. perceived presence.

Just let Sam think of that as a peaceful death.

It was like a long sleep that was suddenly discovered one morning.

Dean shook his head.

he can not.

Sam glared at Dean angrily.

"You can't leave me alone..."

"Maybe things won't be so bad, Cain is just rumored to be terrible..."

"Then let me be together."

Sam moved closer to Dean, and Dean didn't back away, just staring up at his brother.

"I won't budge," he said.

"I do not know either."

In fact, there wasn't much Sam could do to persuade Dean.They are as stubborn as brothers, and the result of excessive persuasion is only disputes.But he wouldn't let Dean go find Cain alone.The saddest thing is that he can't stop the fate in any case. The thread of Dean's fate was clearly identifiable, and he had quietly tried to change its course, but it remained unaffected.

He couldn't change Dean's fate.

Just go with it, watching Dean gradually become what he will eventually become at the corresponding point in time.

Sam's anger at Dean was also anger at himself.

So in the end, even if he can't save Dean, he should be a witness, let him remember Dean's death with eyes that remember everything about Dean - whether it was peaceful or tragic - death also belongs to A part of Dean's life, he can't miss it.

The two brothers faced each other for a long time in this small attic, and neither could convince the other.The sound of the rain is like a sad footnote, raging and invading this castle that has been completely new because of "greed".Obviously in the name of love, they made themselves and each other more and more painful. They were also confused, but they still couldn't completely let go of each other.

"I won't let you go alone." Sam gritted his teeth, and he leaned closer to Dean, his breath spraying on Dean's face.

"Then lock me up?" Dean defiantly rolled his eyes.

"I will."

Sam took a deep breath and left the loft.

He also threw the knife into the basement.The white lion had already stopped its futile roar, and when it saw its master, it lowered its head docilely to express its submission.The knife thrown by its master at its feet made it instinctively take a step back, and then the master scratched its chin with his knife-burned hand, opening the chain for it.

"Hold someone for me."

Sam led the white lion out of the basement.The black smoke outside the castle heard the lord's call. Although they were still terrified of his anger, they had to accept the call and come back bravely. They forced the angry Dean into the room under the lord's order—that was Dean's former bedroom, where he's slept since Sam left.

"Don't let him leave this room." Sam said to the demon and the white lion standing at the bedroom door.Dean, who was already mad, rushed over, but Sam used his demon power to throw his brother onto the bed, "Don't be afraid, he can't hurt you." Then, he thoughtfully closed the door of the room for Dean, and walked towards the study .

Dean passed the night with his eyes open in his anger.The torrential rain showed no sign of stopping. After dawn, his body was finally able to move. He immediately jumped up from the bed and rushed to the door to open it. The devil and the white lion guarded the door dutifully. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately felt as if he was facing an enemy. Staring at Dean across the room.

The human walked out of the room and walked into the demons, but no demon dared to touch him easily.The lord is not here, and they are still a little afraid of the former Grand Master of the Holy Knight Order.With a low growl, the white lion rushed forward and crushed Dean. Its claws pressed against Dean's chest, and its mouth opened wide, revealing its sharp teeth.The greedy urge made him lower his head and sniff Dean's neck, only to smell a bitter scent that he hated.

Dean grabbed the white lion's mane and punched it hard on the head.The white lion is just a phantasmagorized form of the spirit. Human attacks will not make it feel pain, but it will make it angry at being attacked.It roared loudly again, its teeth loitering menacingly near Dean's throat.

Sam, who also didn't sleep all night, was led out of the study by the movement of the white lion, and happened to see this scene.But instead of stepping forward to stop the white lion, he just coldly ordered the demon to drag Dean into the room. Dean turned his head to look at his brother in disbelief, and then, the anger got even worse, he struggled under the demon's grip, only to hear Sam ask him, "I'm just stopping you from killing people, why are you so angry?"

Dean froze for a moment.

Then he suddenly gave up struggling.

A bloodstain is a curse.

The curse is hidden in that untold story, Abel went to heaven and Cain became a heretic.However, not every pair of brothers can be so "lucky". The moody devil father may let the brothers with blood-stained blades easily enter heaven, or make them completely demons.

That's not what Sam wanted.

Not what Dean wanted either.

He was going to kill a heretic, remove the blood mark, and break the curse.

Heretics will thank him too.

Cain knew that he would eventually go to hell, and he kept imagining this day in the millennia of solitude.He was waiting for someone like him who could sacrifice everything about himself at any time, until he got Dean.

There are too many secrets that cannot be poured out.

There are too many truths that cannot be explained.

Dean himself can't tell whether it hurts more to hide or to be honest.

He had been listening to the sound of the rainstorm all day in his bedroom.The servants brought the food on time, and he just drank the wine.Sam didn't show any concern for Dean that first day, he didn't seem to care how much Dean ate or how well he slept.

Anger still swells under the dark clouds.

But Dean's smell continued to spread like water traces in the abnormally humid air.At first Sam was still patient, it was like a battle of love and determination, he flipped through the book at hand in the boundless desire, marked it, and wrote scribbled notes.After the anger had passed, the sense of hopelessness weighed heavily on his chest, and Dean was determined to die, while he still made futile plans for a future decades away.

That night, he lay alone in his bed, unable to sleep, burned by the smell of Dean.

Dean's scent boiled like water in a cauldron, and Sam let himself sink into the scalding water, feeling the searing heat seep into his skin.

He felt like he was being cooked.

Hot breath was exhaled from between his nose and lips, he opened his mouth to inhale the moist and sticky air, and suddenly turned over and jumped out of bed.He opened the door and walked barefoot down the corridor.The white lion and the demon guarded the door of the room day and night, and they were a little at a loss when they saw the lord coming in the middle of the night.

Sam ignored them, just pushed open the door and stepped into the room amidst the overwhelming smell of Dean.

Close the door backhand.

Dean was lying on the bed.

The heat and pain made him gasp.The smell of Sam from the other end of the corridor made him feel like a thorn in his back, and the pain got worse, and the pain got worse.The moisture in the air attached to his body like a transparent shell, and he rolled over on the bed occasionally, trying to tear open this thin shell and let it peel off from himself along with the pain and lust.

Until Sam arrives.

Until Sam pushed the door open.

The demon and the white lion were still guarding the door, and Sam shut them all back with his backhand.

Dean swallowed, rolling over, searching the darkness for his brother.

Until he felt a hot hand around his equally hot calf.

TBC