Green of the darkest shade lit his soul from within. Eyes, those betrayers and liars, would be the death of him yet. Dean Winchester shifted from one foot to the other and locked his jaw closed against the words that itched to spew out in anger. It would solve nothing to cause more hard feelings where already a great divide separated him from his younger brother.
Sam Winchester watched, his own green orbs pleading for the truth.
"C'mon, Dean." Sam begged quietly. "Talk to me."
Dean hugged himself, arms crossed over his chest like a shield. (Main Deflector Screen up, Captain) Sam knew it was useless to fight against the rock that was his brother, at least, not yet. He waited for the look to mellow and then start talking. They could say so much to each other without a single word. Sam waited patiently for their silent conversation to start.
"Sam...no." Dean's voice was firm, but gold flecks lit his eyes.
Hope. Sam recognized it and he relaxed a fraction. The hard part was still to come, but at least they were talking now.
-THE END
(Not sure if that Star Trek reference was accurate...This Trekkie has been a prodigal son [Metaphorically] for a LONG time)