you look up at dean from the swing you sat in. you were drunk and wanted to go to a park, so he took you to one. it was dark out, the street lights illuminating the small park.

you at him, your smile a little lopsided as you studied his features. “your eyes have a little green in them.”

dean chuckles a bit and pushes some hair out of your face. “sweetheart, my eyes are green.”