A/N Okay, so, season finale. I don't even want to think about it. Lets just say, I had a feels overload, and I spontaneously imploded. I've just about recovered now, but I needed to get this crap outta my system, and this little thing popped out. It's not my best, but, meh. :) ~Sammy
We never touched the stars. They were always too far away.
Of course, we watched them. We used to sit on the hood of the Impala. Used to stare at our favorite constellations. Used to think them beautiful.
Then we died and lost each other too many times over. Then the weight of the apocalypse settled onto our shoulders. Then the devil was pulled back into his cage. Then purgatory opened up. Then we tried to shut the gates of heaven and hell.
And the stars weren't beautiful any more.
They weren't as bright as they used to be.
But one day, that day, the stars were bright again.
They were brighter than they ever were before. They were angels. They were shooting across the skies. They were falling.
We could finally touch the stars. We did. And it hurt.
A/N Uh... Am I allowed to ask for reviews for something like this? ~Sammy
