After a grueling hunt, you and Dean found yourselves at a bar. You, not one to indulge often, had pushed past your usual limits, drinking more than you intended. The fatigue from hunting had fueled your decision to keep going. Despite your inebriation, Dean, who had been cautioning you to stop, couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you. He paid the tab with a shake of his head and gently guided you outside, leading you to a stone bench nestled in a quaint area.

The scene was tranquil—vines and plants adorned the building, their tendrils twining with subtle lighting that cast a warm, gentle glow.

Dean handed you a small bottle of water, his smile genuine and caring. “Here,” he said softly, “I grabbed this before we left, I think you’ll need it.”

He knelt in front of you, his green eyes catching the ambient light as he met your gaze from where he was crouched. You looked down at him, a playful grin spreading across your face. His eyes, which you hadn’t fully appreciated before, seemed to sparkle with an almost mesmerizing quality. You began to laugh, and though Dean was uncertain of the exact cause of your amusement, he joined in, his laughter blending with yours.

You tilted your head, still smiling, and said, “Hey… your eyes have this little hint of green in them.”

Dean’s grin widened as he studied you, his amusement mingling with affection.