Tittle: In the Eye of the Beholder
Challenge: Drip
Disclaimer: I own them.
A/N: I think we can all agree, Hell is oodles of fun. ...
A/N: I think we can all agree, that that was sarcasam...


Alistair plucked out the eye. He turned away from the screaming soul to his young protégée. "Look here Dean." Alistair held the dripping orb. "The eyes are the window to the soul. They see so much, and reflect so little to the causal observer. Look closer and you can see people's pain. Souls can hide as much as they want but never in their eyes."

Alistair winked at Dean and tossed it to him. Dean caught the hazel eye and regarded its golden flecks curiously. The eye looked so oddly familiar; he squished it before his own eyes betrayed him.