this is GAAAAAAAAAYYYY

[zuzurox]

Sam loved Dean’s eyes, could look into them for what would seem like forever. Dean’s eyes were like vast seas of emerald, endless plains, perfectly green, green, green. The small, almost gold flecks in his irises mesmerized Sam, held him, glued him to his seat. When they were young, Sam always loved staring contests, looking into those soft, but somehow fierce, almost fatherly eyes. His eyes carried the thought, “I’m here for you,” to Sam. Those eyes held something more than your average older brother, something deep. They held a stronger bond, a deeper love, the need to care, the need to feel. Sam doubted his eyes had the same light, the same passion. Because Dean was different, Dean was special. Dean had always taken care of Sam, protected him, making Sam want to care and protect Dean forever. Sam always loved Dean, his eyes, his love, and wanted to keep him by his side until death. Maybe even longer.

“I love you,” and as Sam says these words, he knows for sure they’re true.