So, I ended up having a trawl through some of my old drabbles and, in the process came across this one from exactly five years ago...
WINDOWS TO THE SOUL
An unknown observer reflects on Dean's most beguiling feature.
They can glimmer with menace; brooding with dark, unspoken fury, or burn, incandescent with molten rage.
They can twinkle with mischief, dancing alive and bright with a childlike glee that is as captivating as it is infectious.
They can express such warmth and such an overwhelming capacity for love that it hurts to look away.
But at the same time, they can radiate such intolerable pain and despair from their moss-green depths; two liquid wells of heartbreak, deep and inscrutable, reaching out for solace and receiving none.
They can threaten, tease and enchant.
And I am a willing victim.