Green
Sometimes Dean would stand in the mirror and stare. It was almost like he wasn't quite sure the person in the mirror was really him. He would study his face; the faded scars and the newer ones. Sometimes, in a vain habit, he would check to see if his hairline was receding. Nope, devilishly handsome as ever, Winchester.
Most of the time, though, he would look at his eyes. It was always a relief, seeing green staring back at him. He would never admit it, but he was always scared that he would look in the mirror and see black.
"Hey green eyes, what can I get'cha?" It never used to be a compliment to him, but recently, it was one of the best compliments he could receive. The bartender handed him a whiskey and he downed it, looking over to the table where Sam was researching on his computer. Realizing he wouldn't be coming up for air soon, Dean looked around the bar, scouting. Slim pickings. He downed another.
Sometimes, he would look at Sam's eyes. He wasn't really doing it on purpose, but he found himself doing it more often lately. Sam occasionally caught him and gave him a dirty look, but Dean brushed it off. Not all of the time, but sometimes Sam's eyes were green too. As worried as Dean was when he looked in the mirror, he was just as worried when he remembered that Sam's eyes had been black before, too.
"Dean, Dean. You're eyes are so pretty, Dean."
He couldn't find the voices, but he could distinguish a few. Lisa, who whispered it softly; Charlie, who echoed from the grave; Crowley, who just made the whole thing creepy; and then there was Mary - she sung it lightly.
"They were so pretty Dean, where did you're green eyes go?"
And then the voices began to scream.
He woke up in a hot sweat, rushing to the mirror. Green. No black, no screaming, no 'where did you're green eyes go'.
Of all the things he could be thankful for, in that moment, he was thankful for green. He was always thankful for green.
As always, R&R!