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Green. The most beautiful, forest-green you'd ever seen stared down at you from a face full of hurt and contrition when you woke in your bed, struggling to sit up. Dean watched you, waiting patiently until you were pressed into the headboard, the trembling in your limbs returned with full force. Your throat felt so swollen you didn't think you could speak even if you had words, but all you had were thoughts of his hand pressing into your neck. It had seemed over when you'd blacked out, but you were unsure if the treatments had finished. If they'd worked. However, if this was a trick then he was doing a damn convincing job with just that one look.
"I'm back," he said softly, and you felt yourself shaking your head at him, not willing to believe it if it was going to be taken from you again. He blinked and the corner of his mouth turned up just a bit, and you saw him then. The Dean from your memories, from every best day you'd ever had, and you knew he was telling the truth.
But when he reached his hand out to you, instinctively, like an animal hunted, you flinched away, pressing as far from him as you could. For even though his eyes were green now, you were haunted by the memory of onyx.
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Onyx eyes
FanfictionOnyx. That was the only word for it. Not black. Dean's eyes were onyx; because even when he was this twisted and mangled version of himself, you still couldn't fathom ugly or plain words to go along with him. He'd never been either of those things t...
