Sam's Eyes - Sam/Dean - PG13
Dean pet back soft brown hair as the boy fell slowly to sleep. Just as he leaned forward to kiss his brow, watery eyes opened again. Those eyes, so much younger and more innocent and darker than the pair that would tear at him in the night, but still so strangely similar in the way they looked on with trust.
“G’night, Ben,” he whispered, dropping the kiss to hide the tears of grief in his own eyes. Those dark brown ones blinked one last time before sleep claimed the boy and Dean slipped from the room, rubbing angrily at his own. When he looked, Lisa was standing in front of him, frowning in concern.
“Dean, are you going to tell me what happened?”
Dean shook his head. “I’m sorry Lis, but I-”
“Just can’t. I know. But when you can, I’ll be here to listen.” They made their way to the front room and sat to watch an hour or so of television before bed. Lisa laughed and scoffed, so Dean would too, but he never absorbed anything coming from the electronic. His mind was still back in that field, with Sam staring at him. Sam making him promise to get a life. Sam throwing himself down into the Pit, sacrificing himself for everything.
Sam’s eyes, scared but determined.
Sam’s eyes, with Lucifer’s excuse for a soul peering out.
Sam’s eyes, clouded with lust.
Sam’s eyes, alight in anger.
Sam’s eyes, trusting.
Sam’s eyes, demanding that Dean pay attention. That he love and laugh and smile. That he let them be happy for some number of hours.
Sam’s eyes, Dean’s favorite pair of eyes. The only ones he can truly read. The only ones that can never get all the lies past him. The only ones attached to the only person he can say he loves.
And they’re gone, leaving Dean nothing but a woman and her son trying to be substitutes to his brother and lover without knowing just what they are replacing.