"Sammy!" Dean Winchester spoke excitedly in his phone. His eye was glued to his massive telescope, staring up in the deep velvety twilight sky.
"What Dean?" grumbled the man on the end. He sounded tired and fed up of his weirdo brother.
"I've found new stars!" he squealed like a three-year-old girl. "Great, Dean. Tell me when its not three in the morning." Sam went to put the phone down, removing it from his ear, when his brother's screams came out of the head piece. He was instantly glad his ear was not there.
"What Dean." he repeated. The screams died down as his brother fell over his words in his excitement.
"Sammy, Sammy, there's a blue one. Total blue, it brighter than the others. It awesome. Sammy, Sammy listen!"
"Okay..." Sam made a face down at his phone. His girlfriend had come down the stairs after him. She looked at him questioning. "Dean" he mouthed.
"Is that Jess? Hi Jess, guess what?" he waited for a second, panting heavily. "Well, i found a new patch of stars. Theyre all different colours, there's a red one, an orangey- yellow one, a cold white one, an orange one and- and-" Dean broke off suddenly, gasping for breath.
"Right" he croaked. " Best of all, there's a blue, literally the bluest blue that ever blued! Its brighter than the others. Its brilliant!"
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. Jess huffed a laugh and walked back upstairs. "Hopefully the bed still will be warm." she muttered, joking.
Sam smiled after her.
"Dean, go look at it more. Tell the university. Dr Singer would be really pleased."
Dean nodded, even though his brother couldn't see him.
"Right. Yeah. Bye" and he hung up. He immediately dropped the phone and went back to staring at the blue star. It was better than anything he had seen before. Red, orange, yellow stars? Nope, blue was best.
He sat staring at the blue star for hours. At some point, he had jotted down the coordinates for it on his hand, on a pack of post-it notes, which he had then stuck everywhere; on his memo board by the front door and was now seriously considering painting them across his ceiling, just so he would wake up and be reminded of it.
Around fiveish, he rang the university to be answered by Charlie.
"Hello Dean, guess who got the shitty shift!" she cried, sounding happily sarcastic in the way only Charlie Bradbury could be.
Dean huffed a laugh, "If this wasn't me, you would be sooo screwed."
Charlie laughed too. "Yup, well, what can i do for you?"
"Can you pass the call on to Dr Singer, please, I've found new stars."
"Awesome!" replied Charlie. "One sec..."
He could hear her scrabbling for something. "What were the co's?"
Dean listed them off, he had known them for a few hours and they were now firmly imprinted on his brain.
"Riiight, lets see, wait..." he looked back through the scope and stared at the pulsing beauty of the star.
"Um, Singer isn't here, but his dep is, Dr Masters... Wait... That okay?"
Dean scrunched his nose up but agreed.
He didn't really like Dr Masters. It wasn't that she was a girl and lesser gender and all that shit, but she was just weird.
She was funny though and that was good.
"Just putting you through now..." there was a click and a new voice came through,
"Yes, who is it?"
"Yeah, hi, I'm Dean Winchester in your department and I've found some new stars."
"Great, list how many and the coordinates of them."
"Er, five and the coordinates are in the area of, 51.1415925683066431"
He heard the telltale creak of a telescope moving and the rustle of clothing as someone bent to see.
"Five, right okay. So, Dean Winchester? This. Is. Brilliant. I'll tell Dr Singer at once."
"Right, bye." Dean hung up his phone for the second time that night.
He fell asleep minutes later.
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Dean was woken by the incessant ringing if his phone. He had fallen asleep against his bed, in front of the telescope.
Bleary-eyed he picked it up.
"Dean Winchester?" it was Dr Singer.
Dean blinked frantically to wake himself up.
"Yes, hello?"
"I'm ringing Bout the stars you found."
"Ah, yes."
"Well done kid. Its rare that we find new stars. So much sky has been mapped already. We're gonna name it after you, kid."
"Great, wow thanks, i did-"
The older man guffawed, "Ya thought it weren't gonna be named after you?"
"I, well"
"No worries, kid. You'll get the lot."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Bye, kid, we'll get in touch. Well done."
"Thanks, goodbye."
Dean blew out a breath. He went for his telescope but remembered it was day. The stars would not be out until the evening.
And thus begins the longest day of his life.
This carried on for a number of weeks and still Dean was obsessed with his blue star. The others didn't mean anything. As long as his blue star was there in the sky every night, he was fine.
So of course that was when everything went wrong...