A/N: A short fic in which Dean and Cas just talk. Whatever :D
Sometimes, they retreat to a moment that becomes only them, and it is cherished, held close in its scarceness. It is only Dean and Castiel, with the sky belonging completely to them and them alone as they sit on the hood of the Impala. They could count their blessings, but in moments like these it is easier to count the stars, so they do. One at time, not caring when they lost track of time and themselves.
"That's the Little Dipper," Dean explains, gesturing to the formation of stars. Not that he cares much for stars, but if he were to romance someone, this would be the best way.
"I'm familiar, Dean," Castiel laughs. "I saw it on the way down."
They are quiet, Dean turning the response over and over in his mind, deciding how it would be best to respond. He could make a joke of it, but it might upset Castiel. He could be sincere, but that could be so much worse, for Castiel hated pity. In the end, he decided to be honest, something that only seems to happen when the former angel is with him.
"I'm not trying to be cheesy or anything, but did it hurt?" Dean asks timidly, masking his discomfort behind the action of taking a casual drink of his beer.
"Cheese? What does that have to do with anything?" Castiel demands, brow furrowed in confusion.
"It means corny, Cas. Answer the question already."
"Corn? Dean, if you're hungry, we can leave and go to a diner," Castiel says seriously.
Dean wavers between being annoyed and amused, and eventually decides that Castiel's innocence is very cute, so he holds fast to his patience.
"Answer the question?"
Castiel sighs in defeat, an indention forming between his eyebrows, a small hint of his distress. He leans back against the windshield instead of answering right away. Dean has learned to give Castiel time for these things, so he does. However, he counts only a dozen stars when Cas responds, tone careful.
"I cannot say it was pleasant, but my brothers were kind to me. They could have set me back to the beginning, as they did Anna. They let me keep all the important things, though not all the things I really want."
Dean pouts, trying to lighten the atmosphere which has turned bitter and rather cold.
"You got me, right?"
"Yes. I have you. For that, I am very fortunate."
Dean leans forward, expecting a kiss, but he sees that Castiel's eyes are still focused on the stars, darting from spot to spot, as if her were searching for something.
Wistfully, Dean leans away, deciding it can wait. He joins Castiel in watching the stars, not really taking them in anymore.
He brought Castiel here for some time alone, but he had quickly pushed him away, all for his curiosity. He would have kicked himself, but that would have been hard and probably would have alarmed Castiel. And he would more than likely have holy water splashed on him, for fear that he had been possessed.
"It is a shameful thing when you are not enough for Heaven," Castiel whispers, just as a shooting star streaks across the sky, cutting a path of light briefly before it fades out.
Dean leans against him, trying to convey a sense of warmth and comfort without saying too much.
"Make a wish?" Dean offers, trying to snap his boyfriend out of his spunk. Perhaps it is working; Castiel leans into him, resting his chin on Dean's head.
"It is shameful when you are not enough for heaven," he says again, "but it is terrible when Heaven is not enough for you."
Dean rolls his eyes skyward to stare at as much of Castiel's face as he can.
"Love you, too," he replies.
He is shaken slightly by Castiel's laughter, the most comforting movement he could feel at the time.
It was more than enough.