You are my sin uncrowned poem

Dean, pretending to be asleep, had been waiting patiently when he heard Sam climb into bed and lay obediently flat beside him.And his younger brother's arm accidentally touched his, the bed was too small, it was already very reluctant to sleep their tall brothers, this level of touching was really unavoidable.

Dean remembers sleeping in the same bed as Sam when he was a kid. Sam obviously has his own room, but he seems to be afraid of the dark, and every day he finds excuses to sneak into his brother's room with his pillow in his arms, and hesitantly asks to sleep with him. Dean had laughed at Sam, too, and the little boy would retort indignantly, but was still so spineless in refusing to get up from his brother's bed.

He still remembered that at a certain time, little Sam often had nightmares, and in the middle of the night he often woke up sobbing, pushed Dean awake, and told his brother in horror that there was a dark figure standing by the bed.The older boy would rub his sleepy eyes, stretch out his hand to hold his younger brother in his arms, pat his back slowly, comfort him, and tell him that he is fine with his older brother.After that, Dean got into the habit of hugging Sam in his sleep, wrapping his arms around his back as a way to reassure his little brother, who would protect him even if there was another shadow.

His thoughts drifted too far away, and when Dean came back from the past memory, Sam beside him was breathing evenly.

He fell asleep.

Dean opened his eyes immediately.He lay on the bed for a while to confirm that Sam was indeed asleep, and then he got out of bed lightly. He didn't change his clothes, just put the cloak on his body, took a dagger, and left the room lightly, facing the dean. walked quickly to his office.

When he walked down the stairs with his back to the moonlight, he suddenly saw an elongated shadow appearing on the stairs under his feet.He took another two steps calmly, turned around suddenly, slammed his shoulders into the belly of the person behind him, grabbed his skirt with one hand, and hooked his feet around the other's heels at the same time, tripping him on the ground On the stairs, his right hand had pulled out the dagger from the sheath on his waist and pressed it to the opponent's throat.

But he didn't expect that the poor follower in the middle of the night was his younger brother Sam, he was taken aback for a moment, and he murmured in confirmation: "Sammy?"

Sam woke up the moment Dean sat up in bed.At first he just heard the movement, thought his brother was coming again, and was ready to push him away.But this time Dean didn't put an arm around his back, but got out of bed and put on his cloak, not forgetting a dagger.

Feeling a little strange, Sam didn't get up immediately, he closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, and then hurriedly got up after Dean left the room, grabbed a cloak and draped it on his body, and followed out quietly.He didn't expect to be caught so early by Dean, and he didn't expect to be held by Dean with a dagger to his neck.

Under the moonlight, Dean's expression was cold and ferocious, the corners of his mouth slightly raised like a leopard that had caught its prey. It was the first time Sam saw Dean like this, he still looked handsome as always, with familiar eyes and lips, but strange as if his soul had been taken away by something.

Dean quickly put away the dagger, reached out and pulled his brother up from the stairs, grabbed him and turned around, carefully checking him for injuries by the moonlight.He stood on the stairs one level higher than Sam, and his dry fingers brushed Sam's cheeks and chin, then slowly slid against the skin to the back of his neck, and finally inserted into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"What the hell are you doing out at night without sleeping?" After confirming that Sam wasn't injured, Dean frowned and asked in a low voice, "Following me?"

Sam looked up at Dean, who was caged in the shadow of the backlight, and slowly frowned, and asked, "Isn't this the question I should ask? Where are you going with the dagger in the middle of the night?"

Staring at Sam's earnest face for two seconds, Dean reached up and wiped his face in frustration.

"Don't ask, Sammy, go back." When he looked up again, his tone softened, and he patted Sam's shoulder lightly.

"What about you?" Sam insisted.

Dean was silent for a moment.

"Stop asking, okay, Sammy? I'll be back before dawn. You just...pretend I'm still sleeping in my room, and just pretend...nothing happened." Dean said, fingers stroking his waist again "I'm just going to do what I have to do, and I won't threaten anyone. I'm a paladin, not a bad guy, Sammy." He pulled the corners of his mouth and said something funny, but his smile was slightly Insincere.

The more Dean refused to explain, the more suspicious Sam became.They were deadlocked on the stairs, and Sam wouldn't leave, and Dean couldn't. Dean looked back at the mid-heaven moon impatiently, estimated the time, and finally sighed in compromise.

"Go back," he said, shaking his head, then turned and walked towards his and Sam's room with his head down.

"What the hell is it for?" Sam followed, walking on the outside of the corridor, using his tall body to pinch his brother between his shadow and the wall.

In the sleeping monastery, everything is quiet at the moment, only the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the deliberately light footsteps and conversations of the two brothers.

Dean didn't answer Sam's question.He pushed open the door of the room, walked in, took off his cloak, but suddenly turned around and punched Sam who had just entered the door unconscious.

"Although you're an Alpha, it seems like it's a little too easy to deal with." Dean muttered, and hurried over to help Sam before he fell down.Dean staggered a couple of steps because of Sam's size.He tore off Sam's cloak and slowly helped him onto the bed, grabbing the covers over him.

Dean put his cloak back on again and walked softly out of the room.

This time it went smoothly and no one followed.It took him a while to unlock the door lock of the dean's office, and then he went directly to the cabinet that the dean had been watching secretly for a long time, put his ears on it, and slowly tapped on the cabinet with his fingers curled up.There seemed to be no mechanism in the cabinet. He carefully pried the cabinet open, trying not to leave any marks on it, and then searched in the cabinet for a while, but found nothing about the secret passage.

Isn't it here?

Dean got up and pried open other cabinets and boxes, including the rows of bookcases in the office. He took out every book and looked through it, for fear of missing any book that might have a shelf.

But still not found.

Scratching his hair in distress, Dean simply sat down on the floor, contemplating with bated breath where the keys might have been kept.If it wasn't here, the dean might be carrying it with him at any time.But the key can be hung on the body, so what about the map? The Pope specifically instructed that the structure of the secret passage is very complicated. If there is no map, you may get lost in it. Not only can you not find the magic weapon, you may not be able to leave.

Dean decided to double-check the locker.

He crawled over and took out the contents of the top drawer of the cabinet one by one and checked them one by one. There were indeed no keys or maps.So he knelt down again and took out all the things underneath. After checking, he stuck his head into the cabinet and knocked on the four walls of the cabinet.When he knocked on the wooden board against the wall on the left side of the cabinet, he found that there was a mezzanine made of two wooden boards on that side.

The plank was a bit thick, and Dean didn't have anything close to crack it open.What's more, in the middle of the night, knocking on the board blindly will definitely wake up others. While Dean was thinking, he casually ran his fingers over the board, only to find that there seemed to be some very shallow nicks on it, and those nicks would not be found at all if you didn't look carefully or touch them carefully.

He knelt on the ground, let his entire upper body get into the cabinet, and touched the wooden board with his palm from the upper left to the lower right.

Not like text.

Most likely a map.

But such a large piece of wood, even if he could get it off now, it would be too conspicuous to take it out.What's more, he also has a clever younger brother who sleeps in the same room with him, so it's not easy to hide it from him.

The safest way now is to rub the map on cloth.

Dean climbed out of the closet and moved the items back one by one, trying to keep them in place.He exited the dean's office, tightened his cloak and looked around to make sure there was no one around, before tiptoeing towards Walt's room.

In the past two days, Dean also often met the boy. Every time he saw him, the boy would greet him happily, and once even invited him to see his paintings in his room.Thanks to that, Dean remembered where Walt's room was, and he remembered that there was still a lot of paint there.

Perhaps it was very safe in the monastery, and the boy did not lock the door carelessly. Dean pushed the door open, muttering "God Forgive" to himself, and stole the boy's paint and an unused canvas.Afterwards, he returned to the dean's office, climbed into the cabinet, and stretched the notch on the wooden board onto the canvas in the narrow and cramped space.

It is indeed a map.

Dean put away the map, cleaned up the office, specially cleaned up the remaining paint on the interlayer, and then quietly returned the unused paint, and returned to his room alone before dawn.

Sam was still lying on the bed.

Dean stashed the map in his suitcase.

TBC