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One-Shot – Sam x Dean Winchester

Sam's P.O.V about Dean's eyes.

Black wings fluttered, gracing the air before it as it slowly laid its wings against the creamy surface. Once more in a seated position, awaiting for another try of flight. Though they lay unmoving on the surface, the grace and tranquility of it seemed to draw attention to them. Seeing multi-colors flash before them, though they are deprived of color, just a heavy black. Noiseless, weightless and colorless, they seem to be a thing of beauty. Light shines on them and makes them gleam and glitter with white color, so many colors against that glamorous creamy surface. So many at once, it surprises the mind of how far those pair of black wings can fly. Though in a state of sleep, they are that of hiding the true beauty.

Those colorless, deprived black wings began to flutter once more. Flirting with the air, kissing it gently with wings that beat slowly. Behind those beautiful black wings beheld the breath-taking jewels of the most glimmering jade / forest green. Those jewels focused, disturbance in the air forced those wings to beat faster. Rapidly beating, though in a haze of panic, soon calmed to a slow beat. Dancing with the wind and air, rather than fighting against the elements.

Jade / forest green shifted, jewels that could see. Jewels that forever could and would burn a hole straight through the walls that were built high and thick. The light jade began to fade back into the never ending abyss of natural green as the wings fluttered once more

Attention wretched the mind of wonder when a smooth, silky and intoxicating hum graced the ears with such a juicy twang in the air. It makes the mouth dry up like a dessert with no rain for months on end, though it is a wet cavern that produces saliva that could have wetted that dessert of a mouth. Yet again, the ears were endowed with such a golden tune of triumph that it would put any musician to shame.

Blessed with a gift of that tune, the voice would forever have chains around the emotions and heart that seem to respond to each word produced in such a rich text, it has the knees weak and sweat covering the body.

All day, that rich-filled tune wavered in the air, putting the mind into a dream-like state. Natural green jewels burned through the walls, crumbling them as each flutter of those black wings. All though sadness would wring in the chest, forcing all breathe to become vacant, as those wings hid the beauty that philosophers had searched for. Life stood still as they lay motionless once more. Closing the prized jewels, shadowing them from the view of prospectors awaiting. Wanting to see those pair of rich color and taste. Just for a brief second, a breath, torment would wash through the body in a tidal wave. Electrifyingly so when they would reappear before the world. Viewing with a light gleam of emotion and that flawless silky baritone tune.

Night was approaching fast and so were those black wings as they began to become heavy with sleep. Soon, they stopped fluttering against that creamy surface. They became motionless again and yet the mind wanders back to the day that had begun that morning. "Though they lay unmoving on the surface, the grace and tranquility of it seemed to draw attention to them. Seeing multi-colors flash before them, though they are deprived of color, just a heavy black. Noiseless, weightless and colorless, they seem to be a thing of beauty. Light shines on them and makes them gleam and glitter with white color, so many colors against that glamorous creamy surface. So many at once, it surprises the mind of how far those pair of black wings can fly. Though in a state of sleep, they are that of hiding the true beauty." Aw yes, those are the words here. Those words can recap the feeling of want and desire to allow those green irises to appear. Though yet again, patients is drawn tightly on a string of doubt those beautiful black, colorless wings will flutter once more.

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J.B.K