Puppy dog eyes were one of the most noticeable things that Sam Winchester possessed. It was quite obvious, really. Those hazel green eyes staring up at whoever he was looking at if his was sat down or anywhere that meant he was lower than the person looking down at him.

That’s what he was doing right now, pausing his movements on the keyboard that he was previously typing on to search up some lore on the more recent case you and him were hunting at the moment.

“Hi,” he mumbled out, a small smile crossing his closed lips, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked up at you with those eyes of his.

His lashes laid beautifully against his tan skin when he blinked, every micro expression truly making him his own person, a person who you cherished due to all of your hard defeats and triumphs together.

He stared up at you for a moment, softly looking over your features a when you looked down at him from above as he sat in the chair to the motel’s table that was sat in the ‘kitchen’ area.

“What?” he chuckled out, his one brow lifting in inquire as he flitted his eyes over at the laptop screen, then back at you as if he was waiting for you to speak in return.