This piece would not have been possible without my best friend Eve, the Benny to my Dean. Nothing would be possible without her continued love and support.
Midnight shattered the evening sky, leaving behind a vast residue of stars. Careening the lunar galaxy was none other than a shooting star—a minuscule asteroid that had somehow cut through the surface of the stratosphere only to flash for a minute in the obscure sky.
Cas's eyes crinkled, flecked curiosity written in his sapphires. Between the sky and the cluster of stars, there couldn't possibly be anything more beautiful. But even he would be deceiving himself.
"Enjoying the view?" Spilling on his neck was the rich odor of whiskey as Dean's leather-bound arms chained around his waist. Cas grinned against the lips that had not only persuaded him to turn to face him, but collided like a bittersweet shipwreck on his own. He couldn't exactly say his tongue was an anchor, however, when it slipped down his throat; causing him more or less to drown in his essence.
He would much rather be counting the ginger-tinted stars splayed across Dean's face, the same ones that he thought of as blemishes and Castiel thought of as the remnants of an angel's paintbrush. Or his digits, and how they swept over his bare flesh with little haste and the acute precision of an ancient artist. Or maybe it was his emerald eyes, and how the entire galaxy orbited around the hazel debris flecked around his black suns.
Dean was the universe.
When he glanced up at the sky again, he found the stars never looked so dull in his life.