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His green eyes had shown promise, his smile flirtatious. He'd spun her a line about her vintage dress. "It looks new on you," he'd said. Flatterer, but his husky voice, the laugh lines around his eyes, spoke of a man with experience, a man she'd wanted to know better.
When the laughter in his eyes turned cold and the gun pointed in her direction, she finally saw the blackness in the depths of those eyes. The line was just a line after all, the man a monster.
She died hating Dean, not realizing they'd never even spoken.