A/N: A little poetry thingy, from Cas to Dean. Well, I wrote it like that but it's not very obvious. I don't even know where this came from but whatever. So yeah, Prompt 46: Star.

I think of you.

I look up and I see the stars.

I think of you.

And I wonder,

Where on this lonely planet you are

Because it's lonely.

Without you.

I feel cold,

The sensation is new,

And I feel that it is slightly,

Abnormally good.

Cold. It is such a human feeling.

But, as I ponder this,

Sat on a park bench,

Gazing at the stars,

Being human doesn't seem all that bad,

If it means I could be with you.

The stars twinkle back,

The silent guardians.

Like me.

And I think of you.