You watch him with wide eyes. Absorbing all you can, every single detail; his face, his clothes, his attitude. You memorize ever line and crease around his gracefully aging sea green eyes. Never before have you ever seen such a luminescent shade. It seems to flow, lighting up his entire face, making his beauty even more intense. You feel your head start to tilt to one side, but at too dazed to stop yourself. You swallow stiffly as butterflies skitter around in your stomach. You have never felt like this in your entire 2,000 plus years and you're not exactly sure what is it that you're feeling. Your palms are sweaty, your heart hammers wildly in your chest, and all your thoughts are centered on the tall emerald-eyes man before you. Somewhere deep inside you, you have a slight idea of why you feel like heaving whenever you're with him, but you choose to ignore it. Don't want to believe what your heart is telling you.
He turns and smiles at you, his breath-taking eyes filled with warmth and your knees weaken beneath you.
You're in love with him.
One hundred percent, desperately, in love.
With Dean Winchester.