Disclaimer: Superntaural is not mine. There I said it. Happy?
There's blood on his face and clothes. The knife in his hand is coated in gore, to the point it's dripping with it. He'd moved with liquid grace until there had been none left.
He's still, glancing about with his eyes, like he's anticipating more. Surrounded by headless corpses, too many to count.
Finally when no more show themselves, he looks at you. You can only hope that he sees you, and not mistake you for one of those monsters.
There's a cold, deadly glint in those sea-glass green eyes. In another life you might have called him beautiful, but like this the only word that comes to mind is predator. There's a viciousness in his face that chills you to the bone. He's even more terrifying than the monsters he's slain, certainly more dangerous than them by far.
Silent tears roll down your face and you pray that you won't share in the same fate as the monsters that slaughtered your friends.
But then his face softens a fraction, and you know you'll live to see another day. That this angel of death is your savior.
A/N:It could work for Sam too. It must look like I'm biased, but I just find it easier to write about Dean. I really do love Sam.