The vast reaches of all oceans, swirling over and within themselves in all of their blue glory. Fit compactly into two incredibly round, sometimes squinted, perfect eyes. Eyes that have the ability to capture the deepest navy blue, the lightest periwinkle, and every varying shade in between. Sweet, clear blue skies that you've never seen in your life, only dreamt of. You'd never wish to avert your gaze from such beauty. These magnificent eyes.. eyes that have been ever-so-slowly slid shut, never to be opened again. A steady, once healthy pulse going flat. Three final words. "I love you". And it all goes down the drain. Your happiness, loving manner, care for yourself and others. You are left an empty shell of what once was known as Dean Winchester, for without him, you have lost meaning, lost guidance, forgotten how to love again. As if you'd never met, but worse. And you are alone, ever so alone. Yet again. For he was the half that made you whole, and he took parts of you unconceivable to the human eye with him to his very tomb. No eyes after that ever seemed to match up to the ones of your lost beloved. No blue oceans of warmth to take comfort in. No more. No more. No-