You are my sin uncrowned poem

71

Following the route he remembered, Dean took Sam and finally found Cain.The farmer seems to have just finished a day's work and is returning home in the orange-red sunset, with a rabbit he accidentally hunted in his hand.Two horses beyond the fence made him pause in alarm, but he recognized one of them as Dean's right away.

The young men were also standing outside the fence, and Dean clutched the sheepskin bag with a dark look in his eyes.

Next to him was the tall young man Cain saw for the first time.

"Devil." Because of his special status, Cain saw right through Sam.He glanced at Dean whose face suddenly changed color, pushed open the unlocked door and walked into the house, placing the rabbit in his hand on the table.

Dean followed closely behind into the house.

"I thought you wouldn't come, so I can only use this method to rush you." Cain also saw the cloth strips tightly wrapped around Dean's right arm. I was waiting on the day when the knife was removed, and it seems to have been a little longer." He laughed at himself, and had no intention of inviting the brothers into the house at all, "I have been waiting for thousands of years, but when I saw hope, I suddenly changed. I can't wait. I can see the death of every Hellknight here, and you killed the seventh one, and you're too late to come to me."

That's because Sam had locked Dean in the castle by force.

Cain didn't care about other brothers' affairs at all, he only cared about when he could die.The feeling of loneliness is not good, even if thinking of Abel can return to Paradise can comfort his lonely heart a little, but he wants to end his life in the world.

to hell.

Accept Ling Chi.

Grill.

Until the soul is wiped out.

"Can killing you really lift the curse?"

"Kill me, and you will die too. Our blood will be drained, and the power attached to the blood can only disappear." Cain rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the room again.The tall young man was still standing outside the fence, with his back turned to this side, and Cain had no way of knowing his expression at the moment.

is the lord.

Cain was a little surprised.

He didn't know that Dean's younger brother was originally a demon--when a person with demon power gains power, his personality will be swallowed by power, and he will be completely reduced to a slave to pleasure and desire.In their skins, the human soul is still alive, and the human temper is still there, but they can no longer control the skins, nor can they restrain their boundless desires.

That young man was an outlier.

Cain could see that he had restrained himself well.Human nature maintains a rare absolute advantage over demonic nature, and desires cannot be diminished and dissipated. Cain is very curious about how he persisted in those heart-wrenching desires until now.

But the power of the curse will make those desires stronger. It will gradually strengthen the demonic instinct and demon nature, and eventually overwhelm human nature, dominate everything in the skin, and completely degenerate human beings into demons. Seeing this, Dean finally couldn't hold back and rushed to Luoyue Parish.

Knowing from Cain that he would indeed die, Dean couldn't help but clenched the sheepskin bag tightly in his hand.

"Seven times retribution, what is it?"

"How would I know." Cain laughed loudly, and his laughter attracted the attention of the young man outside the fence. The young man turned his head to look this way uneasily, pointing at Cain's eyes, which were half sad and half hateful.The hateful half, Cain thought, would look like an angry demon without the restraint of sorrow.

Even if the curse is removed, he will eventually become a demon.

The indifferent elder couldn't help but sigh secretly at this moment.He didn't know why the creation created such things as blood relationship, and he didn't know what the meaning of the so-called brothers and sisters was.Indifferent people are not burdened by blood, and blood is equal to them, but people with close blood always suffer because of it.

It's as if it's just trying to teach humans to be indifferent.

Cain didn't intend to tell Dean about this, he thought it was a kind of kindness - the elder brother died with the honor of saving his younger brother, the dead should not care about the world, and his younger brother's demonization was also destined.

Just a matter of time.

Now with the elder brother as the shackles, human nature can still have the upper hand, when sorrow unleashes the iron chains that lock despair and anger, the young man will eventually become the role that fate intended him to be - but at that time, no one can kill him anymore he.

Perhaps he will become a demon in the world of King's Landing.

But that was no longer something Cain should be thinking about.

He will die here.

"Come on, when we get to hell, I'll go find you again." Cain laughed.He always had an expression of indifference and numbness, and the lines of his lips were cold and stubborn, but at this moment, there was unexpectedly a trace of warmth in his smile.

Dean was silent.

Cain noticed that he was shaking.

Fear is to be expected.

Not everyone can die with ease.This is not a battlefield, there are not so many enemies, and there is not so much glory and righteousness that make it too late to think about issues other than victory.What's more, no one knows how that terrible prophecy - seven times retribution - will be fulfilled.

Fear and avoidance of pain is instinctive.

Cain was calm, and he stopped urging Dean at this point.The eyes of the young man outside the fence were anxious, and under the slightly frowned brows, there was unspeakable sorrow.

Pain will always be smoothed out, and Cain suddenly wanted to comfort the young man.At this time, he could no longer recall the grief when he personally killed his brother. The only thing he could remember was blood gushing from his brother's throat and splashing on his face. For three whole years, whenever he thought of Abel, he would burst into tears.

But so what.

At the end of the day, the only thing he cares about most is how to survive.

Because he also endured the part of the pain that Abel should have suffered, and only death is the relief.

Cain wants to tell Dean's brother that he should look away and think bigger of himself, because he's got a share of Dean's pain too.

Dean looked back too.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, his brother seemed to be the boy he was when they first separated, small, thin, with soft curly hair against his cheek.The day he was taken away, he followed the priest through the long corridor, turning his head every few steps to see Dean standing blankly in the doorway of the room.

Dean remembered the lie.

It was he who coaxed Sam into finally willing to leave the castle and go to the church.

His trembling fingers could hardly hold the weapon pocket in his hand.

Dean tried to turn Sam's back, but nothing came out of him looking into Sam's eyes.

--there is only pure pain in it, a pain made of timidity, sorrow, hopelessness, and restraint.Those seem to be Sam's young life, all his love and resentment for Dean, and their fate that they can't understand each other but are destined to be entangled.

Just plain pain and nothing else.

Dean saw the tears welling up in Sam's eyes.

He must cry.

His brother has always been like this.

little girl.

Dean turned his head away, tears streaming from his eyes as he blinked.

He shouldn't have exposed Sam to something so cruel.

Dean gritted his teeth to suppress his sobs, grabbed the knife, and threw the sheepskin bag on the ground.

The bloodstains on Cain's and Dean's arms turned hot and red almost at the same time, and the silver ring was clasped tightly around Dean's wrist, and Sam's soul ached in the skin.He knows that this is the end, the last pain, the soul will be pulled out of the skin, and the pain will no longer be pain after that.

is hollow.

Blood gushes from the bloodstains on Cain's arm, and likewise, the rags wrapped around Dean's arms are soaked in blood again.The peaceful soul in the skin wailed and screamed, and the dark abyss in which countless pieces of him and Sam were piled up in Dean's heart seemed to open a crack again, and the wind came, and he heard the whisper of the knife.

eager.

instinct.

desire.

The sharp pain reached its peak, and Sam gritted his teeth and kept blinking his eyes—only when the tears that obscured his vision fell down his eyes, he could see Dean more clearly at this moment.The soul that was overwhelmed by pain suddenly shrank in the skin, and the suffocation firmly hit Sam's chest and throat. His body trembled in unnatural pain, watching the silver ring on Dean's wrist suddenly break and fell into his foot. In the wild grass beside.

The long-lost peace suddenly came.

Dean breathed in the warm air, but the tears continued.

He raised the knife.

Only a glimmer of light remains in the setting sun.

Cain closed his eyes, waiting for the brief pain he had been waiting for too long.

The blade pierced into Cain's chest, and the blood gushing out immediately soaked his front. Dean pushed his wrist forward, the hilt of the knife pressed against Cain's chest, and the older man raised his hand in pain and squeezed Dean's wrist tightly.This time, it seemed to be grateful, but also regretful.He finally showed a hearty smile, and when the sunset completely sank into the horizon and the sky was full of stars, he fell contentedly in the yard full of weeds that he never bothered to clean up.

After a brief twitch, the body finally lost its vitality, and the blood color quickly faded from Cain's cheeks and lips.Birth and death are just such a momentary thing. Losing "life", death suddenly highlights its gray and hideous appearance.

Knife away from palm, peace away from body. Dean gasped, Cain was dead, heart beating violently in his chest, a tinge of fear slid down his spine against the back of his neck, and he swallowed, not daring to look back at Sam.

Waiting for this moment seems like a long delay.

Sam stood still, not daring to move, and the night fell silently behind him.Cain died under Dean's knife, and Dean was still standing in front of Cain's body, Sam didn't dare to take his eyes off Dean for a moment, terrified like the devil in his imagination in the past, spit out gentle but vicious sentences in his mind.

Then he saw Dean's body move.At that moment, his body couldn't help trembling. Dean didn't turn, just hunched over slowly, at a very slow pace—and moved again, shoulders trembling, arms bent.

Dean fell to his knees in pain before Cain's body.

Sam heard him groan.

He wanted to call Dean's name, but before that he had rushed into the yard, knelt beside Dean and hugged him.

"Dean!"

Sam grabbed Dean's back and picked him up, only to find his chest had collapsed.Dazed, he looked up at Dean's face, who was still moaning, blood gushing from his throat all over his lips.

"Dean, Dean!" Sam frantically called his brother's name, momentarily flustered and at a loss for what to do.He put his hands on Dean's chest, only to find that his brother's ribs seemed to be crushed by something, and the bones under the flesh were limp, as if he could feel his crushed internal organs no matter how hard he tried.

Gasping in bewilderment, Sam moved his trembling hand, only to find that Dean's body stiffened unnaturally again in his arms, and then his left arm fell limply on top of him.

Sam didn't realize he was crying again.

He didn't see his own tears dripping down Dean's face.Dean, who was still breathing in the pain, felt his brother crying, and he struggled to open his heavy and sore eyes, and Sam's red eyes and nose tip made the pain on him more painful at this moment.He bit the tip of his tongue, held his breath and swallowed the moan that was about to come out of his lips, resisted it, remained silent, and even tried to get Sam out of here.

don't look.

Come back home.

Almost all the bones on Dean's body were crushed by an unknown force. He coughed and spat out blood, but he kept suppressing himself to let out even a single groan of pain. The voice of Sam calling his name was already hoarse, but the tears still fell like a torrential rain.

It was more despair than all the despair he had experienced in the study combined, the dark mucus wrapped around Sam's throbbing heart, and he hissed and cried, but he couldn't call Dean's name again.

The last pain Dean suffered was that he was twisted and broken by the mysterious force that came from nowhere in Sam's arms, and the coughing stopped suddenly, and he no longer had to suppress his blood-smelling groans and heavy gasps .His eyes were still green and moving, but the ashes had already climbed onto his cheeks.

Before that he tried to talk and tell Sam to go home.

He wanted to tell Sam that such a death wasn't perfect, because he didn't expect Sam to go through such pain.

But he didn't say it.

The voice caught in his broken throat.

He just breathed in a wisp of air, and never exhaled again.

Stopped abruptly.

Sam stared blankly, his trembling fingers hovering over the side of Dean's cheek, not daring to drop them.He also tried to call Dean's name twice, but his brother wouldn't even respond with a painful gasp.

The cold air under the stars was sucked into the nostrils, and Sam still had the last hope, but was crushed in the long silence.

He hugged Dean's body and wept loudly.No one had ever allowed him to cry like this, even when he was just a child, his father and elder brother had warned him that boys should not cry.

But now, everyone who said this to him is dead.

"Dean...Dean, Dean, Dean...no," Sam hugged Dean tightly, his trembling fingers dared not touch Dean's body as if in fear, "please, please...no..."

He murmured Dean's name, murmured words and syllables that didn't make any sense, hugging Dean under the stars, his body arched, his tall back like a silent tombstone.

Sorrow and despair filled every pore, and the sky seemed to be spinning.Those deep desires and greed that dormant in the skin were awakened in Sam's body by his grief at the moment, but he just cried bitterly, just focused on Dean, his skin, his soul, or his The good and evil of the world—at this moment, he doesn't care about that much, at this moment, they are nothing.

Power stirred in the body, the sound of the wind swept across the vast forest of Luoyue Parish, black smoke was about to move, and the demons groaned, feeling a powerful force slowly accumulating, brewing, and expanding.

About to become immortal.

The demons rejoiced.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" Sam murmured, tears still on his eyelashes, slowly kissing Dean's bloody lips.

He's going to get Dean's soul that's about to go to hell.

In a limited number of stealthy attempts, Sam couldn't shake Dean's thread of fate.

Because of the connection between the two of them.If he is not careful, he will break the fate of one of them, and one of them will fall into doom.

But at this moment, he can no longer care about his own future, Dean is willing to die for him, why can't he in turn tear the thread of his own destiny for Dean to change Dean's fate?

This method might have been dangerous when Dean was alive, but now Dean is dead.

He was dead, and there could have been no worse outcome.

The worst thing is that after a hundred years, people will dig up three skeletons here.

The trembling fingers hesitated for a moment, grabbing the thread that only he could see, Sam held his breath, pulled off his own thread, and then quickly pulled the top of Dean's thread, slowly straightened it, towards It extended in the direction it originally extended, as if continuing Dean's life.

It has to continue in this direction and cannot stop there.

The devil's gifts never come out of thin air, some people benefit, and some people pay the price.

Just put it all on him.

Sam glanced at the thread of fate that had been torn from him.It hovered alone in the air, and the other half that was still extending disappeared because of the break.

Give Dean his next 100 years, 200 years, 300 years, let him trade those long days of silence for the remaining 30 years of Dean.

Sam leaned down and kissed Dean's lips again.

The unrestrained power swelled in the body, penetrated the skin, and emitted a blinding red light.

Sam couldn't heal the wound on Dean's arm.

There are always many regrets.

The red light enveloped Dean, and Sam gently stroked his face, gently wiping away the remaining tears and blood on his face.His fingers gingerly slid over Dean's neck, over his caved-in chest, his ripped belly...

The demons screamed and cheered, and rushed towards Luoyue parish.

The red light rose into the sky, the Pope in the Holy See, and the paladins on the march raised their heads, and Bobby and Chuck had doubts on their faces.

Come, make a deal with me.

Trade my fate for yours.

Use all my strength to bring you back to life.

If it fails, we go to hell together.

I'm fed up with being alone, fed up with being treated differently.

Sam murmured Dean's name inwardly.

The red light rapidly radiated in all directions, covering the lush forest under the starlight, covering the Luoyue Parish, and approaching the Holy See.

The demons seemed to have finally ushered in their carnival day. They rushed into the red light, surging joyfully in the air, waiting for the demon lord who ruled the world.

The skin couldn't bear the excessive force, and Sam tasted a trace of blood on the tip of his tongue. Dean's bones were reattached, his torn stomach and back healed under Sam's strength, but his open green eyes were still hollow and gray hadn't faded from his face.

Sam gritted his teeth.

"Please……"

Give me your soul.

The red light became brighter and brighter, and everyone climbed on the window lattice and stared at the crimson sky in fear, not daring to speak.The Pope issued several decrees one after another, and at this time the troops of the Luoyue Parish had hurried to the forest where the red light was the strongest.

At the last moment, a dazzling red light exploded, and everyone fell into a short-term snow blindness under the strong light.The demons who were surging and reveling in the air a moment ago were suddenly torn to pieces, and the hellish fire ignited in the sky illuminated by the strong light, burning the demons to death in an instant.

The night sky regained its clarity and tranquility.

The miracle that was waiting didn't seem to come.

The transaction appears to have failed.

Nothing happened.

He just got a complete corpse.

The cold wind poured into the hollow chest.

Sam hugged Dean tightly, crying again.

He should pay for his greed and sin, but Dean should not be punished.

Sam hugs Dean, pressing his forehead to his heart.He wept bitterly, and his soul was overturned in pain as if someone had skinned and gouged out his bones in the empty skin.

Immediately afterwards, a hand climbed up, as if trying its best to squeeze his wrist.

"Hey... I said... don't cry on me, little girl."

72

Chuck can't remember whether he met Dean and Sam five or six months ago.

Paladins don't always go the same way as rangers.

Originally he was a little worried about Sam, because Sam was the lord.Demons are uncontrollable, and he is always worried about meeting Dean again, the day the paladins attack Sam.

Both he and Bobby still remembered the night five years ago when the sky was filled with red light, and on that night, all the demons disappeared in a doomsday red light.As if the gates of hell were closed, the paladins hadn't seen a demon for a long time.

And from that day on—this may not be exact, Chuck can't tell, it's all his speculation—from that day on, Sam loses his demonic powers and becomes human again.

Some people speculate that the lord exchanged his own destiny for the future of others - the devil's gifts never come out of thin air, he plunders other people's income to give to those who trade with him, but this time, he robbed himself and traded with others —so he exhausted all his strength.

This is just someone else's guess.

What is that deal?

Who is the deal with?

Why did he have to do this?

No one knew what was going on, he hadn't asked the brothers, and probably Bobby didn't either.

This question is not very polite, and it is a bit difficult to ask.

Anyway, it's always a good thing for demons to turn back into humans.

Dean's blood was gone too.

Good things always seem to come one after another.

Chuck was really happy for the couple.

But he was still not used to walking with them.

It made him a little uncomfortable and ashamed.Maybe it had something to do with the amulet around Dean's neck, or... maybe something else.In short, the priest tries to avoid being with the brothers.

But he asked about the fief and the castle. Dean didn't seem too happy to answer, and Sam said it was the same.He guessed that it might have been the way they had been when they left home—lost the demonic powers, the unreal had to return to reality.

But now they don't go back very often, they seem to enjoy their life as Rangers now.

Roaming around on horseback, hoeing the strong and helping the weak-well, it sounds a bit romantic.

Oh romance.

Chuck felt that he was probably influenced by those bards.

No more poets wrote poems for unknown rangers, no one ever heard the names of Dean and Sam in bards' songs.

But so what?

Their stories no longer need any poetic praise.

Just as the greatest poets don't bother with the crown of laurel twigs.

Their story is enough in itself, enough to be a rich and beautiful, uncrowned poem.

END