The Winchester characters and the angels belong to Kripke Enterprises, Inc. and the CW, not me. This story is written for my entertainment only, not for money.

A/N: This story completes my Triptych of Destiel stories which started with "Stand and Watch "and continued with "Counting the Ways". You might want to read them first.

In the Fire of Stars

The gems of creation the Angel lay at his lover's feet. A cloak of stars, flung down. The angel's wings were fully exposed, wrapped around their naked forms and the wings held them warm as they lay in the black space between the stars.

The human stirred first and pushed the angel wings aside so he could see the sky burn. "Where are we now, Castiel?" he asked

"This is a nursery, a star nursery, called The Pillars of Creation by your people. Here I want to show you my Father's face. I also wish to show Father that I have learned to love.

Still nestling his human in the protection of his wings the angel moved them closer to a new-born star, just ignited deep within the clouds of nebula.

"Here is God's face," the angel murmured. "This star was assembled over the course of millennia and, when it was ready my Father brought it to life with a touch of his finger. He is creation's light.

"Is this where God is?" asked Dean. "Is my world on the cold, abandon edge of creation?"

"No," the angel answered. "God is here, yes. But he is also here." The angel threw out his hand and an image of a newly opened rose filled his lover's sight.

"And here." Another image formed, a honey bee in flight, invisible wings humming.

"And he is also here." Now the image of the man's own face stared out from the darkness of his mind.

"God is hidden within you all. Humans are God hiding from himself. They are his attempt to pass the power of creation on so that it is never lost."

"At one time the angels were the most perfect of creations but he realized their short comings and left them in their perfect state, a golden chorus that sings forever, unchanging."

"Now he looks to the constantly changing humans who re-create themselves from century to century; always searching for the new, the hidden, and inventing it themselves, if they must. He rejoices in their quest."