A soldiers eyes and a Winchesters gaze, what is the distinction between the two?
There is none, that's the answer.
If you look closely you might be lucky enough to catch a recurring flicker of the man he used to be, but no matter how rarely you see that distant flash of love or maybe even hope, it's gone within the second. Replaced by guilt, fear, blood-lust and a cold haunted glaze in his eye, swimming with emotions the soldier tries desperately day after day to repress. Pushing away his humanity and eating away at his sanity. Dismissing the only part of him that keeps him human, the only part that holds him together. He doesn't care for his own needs, he is loyal and protective. Everything that becomes his downfall. Everything that's deciding his future and shaping the dark silhouette figure that will become his death. But he fails to care.
There is no innocence in this man's eye any more, it died along with his relinquished soul. Is it a miracle that this singular mind has managed to withhold each burden that presses him down deeper into the darkness of this world? Is it a miracle that he chooses to get through each day just because he knows he has to? Or is it a curse?
Dean Winchesters curse
Dean. An older brother who lives and dies for nothing more other than his younger sibling, the one that he has raised from childhood when he was nothing more than a child himself. He is a man subjected to more than reality could handle. The pain, the punishment, it is all his life story and he still continues to fight for the sake of an inhumane world that barely knows of his existence. He continues to fight for a family that's falling apart, a friendship that's been through it all. Sam Winchester and Castiel. The only family he has left.
A hero who considers himself a fool, a disappointment and a failure keeps staggering down the same road he has followed for his whole life. The guilt and every regret plagues him to no end but what happens when his journey down that road comes to an abrupt finish?
Is the job complete? Will this death be the final shadow to grasp him and refuse to let go? Or is it some form of freedom?
The sweet child who never had a home to go to. The hunter who fought for everything he's ever known lays in the room where he sleeps. Not alone. There stands one other next to the bed where the oldest Winchester lays motionless. There was no flicker, no stutter. It was a flawless move as he opens his eyes.
What was once an empty, lost, fragile green is now a merciless never ending pit of only one shade. Black. A mirror into his frail soul.
Can this be considered the end or a new beginning? The start of a brand new personality, free of fear and guilt. Weakness being no longer an option.
Dean Winchester from this moment becomes the newest addition to wield a power filled with fire and unobtainable silence and calm. A power only he possess'.