You are my sin uncrowned poem

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During the day, Dean still tried his best to leave the room guarded by the demon, but at night, Sam would come to him on his own initiative.They seldom speak, and once they speak, the mode of conversation is very monotonous: if it is not repeated pleading and refusal, it is a dispute between you and me.

They also resent this distracting relationship, but unless they can come to an agreement, this will continue.

But Sam doesn't care, he just wants to stop Dean from leaving here to find Cain.The pleading turned into a hypocritical scene, the more Dean refuses, the more he wants to imprison Dean here - he won't let Dean die, at least, he won't let Dean die in such a meaningless agreement under.

And Cain, Sam figured he wouldn't care about another millennium since he'd lived through the millennium.

He shouldn't have been so selfish, but he couldn't have put Cain more seriously than Dean.

The unbearable heat symptoms stopped on a rainy day after their countless arguments-the rain continued, as if Sam's mood was still as gloomy as before-the pain and heat finally dissipated, and the wetness between Dean's legs made Dean ashamed. Disappear together.The servants still delivered food on time every day, and the demons and white lions guarding the door gradually became numb.

Repeating the same simple thing every day will inevitably feel boring.

Dean also gradually understood Sam's intentions, but he couldn't stay trapped, the curse was always on his chest, and in those short sleeps after making love to Sam, he dreamed several times of Sam's eyes turning pure black.The person in the dream seems to be completely no longer human, it has no human feelings, and it does not know what is right and wrong.Perhaps in the devil's heart, it can do what it wants, and it can't do what it doesn't want, and enjoyment is their instinct.

That's what Dean hated and what Sam dreaded.

It alone cannot allow it to become a reality.

So Dean had to find Cain, he had to keep his promise.

But he still failed to leave here.He is no longer a holy object, the demons no longer fear him, and the scriptures he recites have no effect on the demons.

Sam knew this, so he was relieved.

He still opens his eyes on time every morning when Dean is either asleep or awake.There was no good morning kiss between them, and Sam got out of bed, dressed and left Dean's room. He would finish his breakfast in the breakfast room, and then walk into that disgusting study, and continue his disgusting but unwilling The unfinished business that is not carried out -- let the thin expectation in his chest turn into a little bit of dull disappointment, maybe when the last little expectation fails, the disappointment will all become the seeds of despair.

And the reason why he became more and more angry was not because of these seeds.

It's his incompetence.

Sam had to face this over and over again, had to examine his own incompetence over and over again, and he always thought that one day he would be like Dean, saying "there must be a way" and he would find a way.

Putting down his pen, Sam, who was sitting in the study, looked up at the window.The flowers of the garden in the rain are withered, and the silence is like a ruined tomb.It had been raining long enough that he could drive the clouds away, but he didn't really want to.

Just trapped them in the castle with rainwater.

Trapped Dean here.

Sam took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and was about to continue reading the book that was spread out on the desk when a sharp pain burst out of his body.It's a pain from the soul, he's experienced it, it's the pain that's come to Sam every time Dean picks up the First Blade for the past two years or so, but each time it's never been as intense as it is today.

Sam could barely move in pain.

It was as if countless hands were holding all his internal organs and bones at the same time, pulling on the organs and trying to break every bone.Cold sweat seeped out of the forehead, the hand holding the pen trembled, and a drop of ink dripped on the page, blocking a few words. Sam dropped the pen in his hand and stumbled to his feet, ignoring that he bumped into the chair, just left the study in a mess and strode towards Dean's room.

When he slammed the door of the room open, Dean was staring blankly at the red blood on his arm.Blood oozed from that mark, flesh cracked, blood slid down his arm to the silver ring around his wrist, and dripped onto the carpet at his feet.But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and his expression was ignorant and confused.

"Dean!"

Enduring the severe pain, Sam stepped forward and pulled Dean over, just as he saw a tear stretching from above the blood mark towards Dean's shoulder, the blood soaked Dean's sleeve instantly, but he didn't react, just stared at the blood mark motionlessly.Hearing Sam's cry, he raised his head and looked over like a dream. Sam's pale face made him gasp suddenly, and immediately stretched out his hand to support him.

"Sammy?"

"What's going on?" Sam panted, the countless hands were still tearing at his internal organs, from throat to abdomen, all churning with severe pain.He unconsciously squeezed Dean's arm tightly, and Dean swallowed worriedly and let out another cry.

The soul was torn apart, and something cold and sticky was poured into it.They meandered like snakes, crawled and swam in the soul, and then spread out and gathered like water, firmly attached to Sam's soul.His heart was beating fast like it was going to explode at any moment, and a panic ran through Sam's throat, and he forced himself to calm down, trying to find something to stop Dean's bleeding.

Both the demon outside the door and the white lion were in commotion, especially the white lion, which paced back and forth anxiously at the door, looking up at Sam from time to time.

The demons all sensed something going on inside Sam that Dean couldn't.

The power of the bloodstain originates from the blood relationship, and ultimately acts on the blood relationship.

The crack ran through the palm, through the middle finger, and the blood dripped out of the fingertips, dripping from Dean's body in a line and dripping onto the carpet.

Dean's blood, Sam's soul.

"Sam!" Dean clasped Sam's arm with both hands and held him hard, but Sam's attention was completely on the horrific gash on Dean's arm.They're all scrambling, Sam clutching Dean, trying to heal him with his own strength, but it doesn't help.In severe pain, he looked up at Dean in disbelief, the blood was still gushing out, he looked around the room in bewilderment, trying to find something to help Dean stop the bleeding, but the pain in his soul made him almost unable to support his body and almost fell down.

This is the power of the curse.

The soul of the hell knight has dissipated, and the bloodstain and the knife can sleep peacefully, but the sleep should start with the death of Cain-this is the agreement he made with Cain.There is an unusually close connection between his blood, Cain's blood, the bloodstain, and the knife, which is a signal from Cain.

He will fulfill the agreement.

Dean gritted his teeth.

Sam shouldn't have to bear the consequences of their agreement.Even if he repented, retribution should come to him.

Walking over to pick Sam up, Dean dragged him to the bed and made him lie down on the bed. Sam seemed to be trying to get up again, but it was all in vain.He looked at Dean, only to find that Dean's expression became extremely shocked at this moment.

"Dean?"

"I'm going to find Cain," Dean whispered, his voice rolling with deep anger.

"No…" Sam hissed in refusal.

"Then follow as you fucking love!" Dean couldn't help growling, "Tell me where the knife is!"

Sam in pain looked at Dean in surprise, and Dean just kept asking irritably where the knife was.

He was going to kill Cain.

Because just now, he saw Sam's eyes turn pure black in an instant.

TBC