Chapter Text
They say eyes are the window to the soul. Dean’s were the window to nowhere. Unless he felt like sharing something or letting his emotion show.
A deep sparkling emerald if he’s happy. A dull grass green if he’s upset or angry. A dark sage surrounded by a red ring and yellowed whites if he was crying. Hunter green when he gets excited.
You wondered if he wore colored contacts when you first met him. They have no idea where vibrancy of the green came from, as none of his immediate family has the same shade.