He’s all green eyes
The type that sparkle
In the early morning sun
That reflect with love
And bravery and protection
He’s all light freckles
That dance across
His nose and cheeks
That can be counted
As galaxies in the universe
He’s all lean muscle
The kind that is
Built naturally
From years of hunting
And fighting evil things
He’s all sadness and defeat
After losing his brother
Just one too many times
And losing all he loves
All the **** time
He’s all Winchester
Stubborn and selfless
Damaged and dangerous
Protective and brave
He’s Dean Winchester
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
He’s all green eyes
The type that sparkle
In the early morning sun
That reflect with love
And bravery and protection
He’s all light freckles
That dance across
His nose and cheeks
That can be counted
As galaxies in the universe
He’s all lean muscle
The kind that is
Built naturally
From years of hunting
And fighting evil things
He’s all sadness and defeat
After losing his brother
Just one too many times
And losing all he loves
All the **** time
He’s all Winchester
Stubborn and selfless
Damaged and dangerous
Protective and brave
He’s Dean Winchester
written for @deanyw on Tumblr for winning my November Blog of the Month :)
