I want to talk about the look in Dean’s eyes when Sam doesn’t know he’s looking. About how his mouth softens, and his eyes get really gentle, and years fall away between the two of them, because Sammy will always be every age he’s ever been to Dean, each one of them filled with precious and bittersweet memories. He just loves his little brother so.fucking.much.
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Those times also remind me of the times Dean will crack a joke. He knows it’s corny, he knows it’s low-hanging fruit, but he just can’t help it. He’d do anything to see that boy smile. And then he pauses after he’s said it and looks closely to Sam for his reaction. Did I make him smile? Did I bring joy and amusement to that already breath-taking face? Did those eyes crinkle and glimmer because I made them do that?
And then he’s lost again for a few moments.
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