You and Dean were leaning against Baby, the Impala’s cool metal frame comforting beneath the setting sun. The two of you were waiting for Sam to show up, having wrapped up a case not long ago. Dean was casually scanning the quiet parking lot, hands in his pockets, while you found yourself doing something else entirely—watching him.

+For once, there wasn’t a monster to chase or a lead to follow. There was just silence, soft wind, and Dean.*

As you studied his face, something caught your attention. His eyes. You’d never really looked at them before—not really. Between hunts, adrenaline, and chaos, it was easy to miss the details. But now, with the light hitting just right, you noticed it.

“Your eyes have green in them,” you said softly, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Dean turned to you at the comment, raising an eyebrow before a small chuckle escaped his lips.

“My eyes are green, sweetheart,” he said with a smirk, clearly amused.