Some people said that the eyes were windows to the soul which Dean didn’t quite get until he saw one up close. The bright, glowing, formless mass that shined so bright up close until it was trapped back in human flesh and the only trace left of it was a twinkle of the eye. Like seeing the faint traces of a star so many billion miles away. Except Robin had to be something stronger, bigger, because he could feel it in the way they kissed. Gravity seeming to pull him forward, an arm bracing behind her back as they kissed each other warm in the cold. The corner of his lips quirking up when she pulled him closer, showing Dean that he wasn’t the only one feeling it, this. And that was comforting in its own unexpected way, especially with Sam suddenly being back and making his whole world pitch.
When they broke apart Dean just smiled back at her in reply, a belated nod added in as an afterthought, blinking long and slow as she ran fingers through his hair. Sending soft happy vibes through his scalp as he looked down into her eyes. Glad that he’d decided to give Sam so much space he’d ended up out here and running into her again like this. Though with that thought came another, eyes sharpening slightly with curiosity as his hands moved to rest on her waist, tone a bit tentative, but lighthearted enough that it didn’t have to be taken seriously, “So what brings a pretty thing like you out on a cold night like this?”