A/N: This is a story that was inspired by a Fanforum discussion. A thread that I'm following has a list of "50 Reasons we love them" about Dean and Jo, so I decided to write a mini 200-300 word drabble for each reason. I've changed a few of them it they were too similar. Here is the second drabble. Hope you like it!

xx Jenny

Reason #49: Because looks speak louder than words.

How they look at each other speaks volumes more than either of them ever did to themselves or to each other. Their entire relationship can be seen through those looks, if you examine them. Its so bloody obvious, its a wonder they never saw it for themselves. But through the looks they give each other. The ones they give other people around them. Small glances full of wishes, long glances of friendship covering feelings they'll never say. It been there since the beginning.

For her it began with a once-over while at him over a gun, soon followed by a longer look after a punch to the nose. For him, a triumphant look after taking the gun, then a wary glance after a punch in the nose.

It progressed, the looks far and few between changing. Longing, star-struck looks from her and lewd looks from him. But they changed too. They got deeper; not as naive, not as coarse.

There were proud looks after a job well done, scared looks when in one or the other was in danger, and relieved looks when they came out alive.

Tear-filled glances at a grave. Looks of joy, or relief. Of drinking in the sight of him.

Looks of friendship, of shared laughter. Of threatening and possession when guys try to hit on her or when a girl flirts too obviously. And then one day, a single glance sparks something more. Something neither would voice in the fear that it would die. But it was there.

And then, on what could have been their last night on earth, he tried to voice it. It came out wrong. It always does. Out of pride she refused.

The next day was full of looks. Looks of fear, of panic, of dread. Of anger, of sadness.

Of endings.

Because when something starts, it has to come full circle. It has to end. And for them it started, and ended, in a glance.