#vans writes

it’s nothing special- just a good ol’ cliche slideshow, one that dean knew was coming. just a couple of bad photos in poor lighting. it started with a sneak peak that sam managed to steal of them holding hands in the marketplace; another one of them kissing on the steps of their newly built patio. there’s the one in which they jumped out of a closet in a haunted house for shits and giggles, from a few years ago. dean smiles, but it immediately fades when he sees a picture of benny carrying dean bridal style that time he sprained his ankle- dean’s scowl and crossed arms (and benny’s soft chuckle) captured in full glory. sam is so dead. he hears laughs in the background, but he doesn’t dare to look at benny, not when the next slide is of them being best men at charlie and jo’s wedding, holding rings that weren’t theirs. there isn’t much after that- the photos blur away till all dean can see is the light in their eyes- like fading stars that the universe finally brought together to burn bright for the rest of their lives.

dean looked at benny, the way his the blue in his eyes faded to grey, like an ocean kissing the clouds. the way he was always so open, so ready to be so human despite thinking of himself as nothing more than a monster. he traced the laugh lines along his eyes and the sadness lining his smile, and thought, how brave this man must be, to be so shamelessly kind.