That Look.

Disclaimer: Must I? It makes me sad. Oh, all right: nothing but the bad spelling is mine.

It was a look he didn't recognise.

No-one around him had ever had that look.

His stepmother may have had that look once upon a time but fear and guilt overshadowed it. His father may have had that look but hate and anger had stood in it's way. His mother may have had that look but death and fire and debris took it's place.

That look that Sam had in his eyes as he tried to talk him out of shooting anyone. As he tried to talk him out of shooting his brother. That look that held fear, and desperation.

A plea for him to not do what he was about to do.

That look that said that he wasn't hearing his own words. That look that said he wasn't actually paying attention to what he was thinking. That look that said he wasn't really seeing him. That look that said all he could think about was getting that gun out of harm's way.

Out of Dean's way.

That look that held a world on the verge of crumbling. That look that revealed all.

That look that he didn't recognise.

That's what love must look like.

I am not going to beg...okay, I am...Please, tell me what you think?