I will always love you

searching but not finding

Blue. That's all Dean saw, and endless void of blue as light and deep as the sea. His eyes held intelligence and emotion that was hardened, but there. His eyes were like a window into his soul, and Dean wanted to look into his ocean eyes forever. Something began nagging at his conscious though, and he realized someone was saying his name.

"Dean?" He looked down at Ash, and saw that his light brown eyes were staring up at him.

"Yea?" He smiled at him, his neck prickling from the eyes boring their way into his skin. But he kept his eyes, and focus, firmly on Ash.

"Do you think they'll ever let us go back to our rooms?" His accent that he tried to hide leaked through, and Deans curiosity perked. Where was he from? But if he didn't want to answer questions about his own past, he shouldn't ask about anyone else's.

So instead of asking, he shrugged his shoulders, sagging against the wall as his eyes glanced up to search for that magnificent blue. He didn't find them, and surprise filled his being as he searched the room for Castiel. He didn't find him, and sweeping the room again, He finally noticed that people were filing out of the room, and going to where everyone was supposed to go, most likely their rooms. Finally, the stupid rant the owner of this shit hole made had been over for a while.

He held on to Ash's elbow as he helped him up. Ash looked around at the waves of people that escaped into the light of the brilliant sunshine shining through into the hall by the windows.

"I guess that answered your question huh?" Ash smiled up at him, and bumped his elbow into Deans ribs gently, playfully. Dean sent a dazzling smile back at him before raking his eyes over the stampede of teenagers, looking for the mop of dark tousled hair, and not finding it. He looked back down to Ash, and started up a conversation about computers, the safest and longest topic to ever talk to Ash about. No explanations, no probing questions, and no talk about the past.