Castiel had been watching Earth for a very long time.
It watched dinosaurs walk the Earth, and watched them be wiped out. It saw revolution, and animals turning into people. Religions grew and art blossomed and the very foundation of being was born.
From the skies above, it watched over them. Even when war tore the land apart and life was being killed, it couldn't bring itself to look away.
The Earth was its only friend. It was lonely, being a star. Just being made up of gas and fire and light made it hard to communicate. Sometimes it tried. It blew itself up and died itself down. It blinked and winked at those below. It even blew out entirely once. But it was never noticed. No one noticed a single star disappear from the sky.
It made him feel incredibly lonely.
So it watched those below. They were amazing. They were full of danger and kindness and pain. Most of all, they loved. They cared so deeply for one another. Despite wrongdoings and betrayal, they kissed and touched and trusted.
Castiel wished it could do that. Love. It didn't know how to love. It was just a star after all. It was only an 'it'. An item, a rock set ablaze. How could it love?
It eventually got an answer.
Love came in the form of a family. A mother, a father and two boys. And while they faced trials and tribulations, they cared fiercely. Loyalty was their strongest suit. Even if they were loyal beyond all practicality.
Most importantly though, they gave birth to a child. A man, young and beautiful. Not in the physical sense exactly, but in something else entirely.
The man loved like no other. He sacrificed so much for his family, and gave so much to his friends. He didn't know how not to love. He treated almost everyone with gentleness and devotion. Sometimes he hurt those who had wronged him, but who didn't? He was still perfect in Castiel's eyes. It wondered if that was what it felt like to love.
It wished, not for the first time, that it were human. Gender didn't matter. Not really. Both of the sexes have proved themselves time and time again, over the course of history. Maybe even no gender at all. That would be interesting.
But there was no possibility. It was alone. It had no family to save it, no friends. No one strong enough to strike him down from the sky. Besides, there were others out there like itself, but it could not come in contact with them. It was separated by time and space, never to touch its siblings. It was a terribly lonely existence. And it was probably doomed to live it forever.
Then unexpected happened.
It fell.
Dean stomped out of the house. His breathing was labored as he walked down the steps, through the yard, out to the empty vessels that used to be cars. He kept walking until he reached one of his favorites. The '67 Impala. His father's favorite.
The thing was still crushed up and beaten. Still destroyed, despite the fact the accident had been years ago. Dean could never bring himself to fix it up.
Instead he sat in the backseat like he did when he was a child. He gently opened the rusty door, gently laid himself on the leather in the back and closed the door behind him. Not that it could hide him away or protect him from anything. If Bobby or Sam really wanted to find him, they could. But Dean ignored that. As he lay back on the dirty seat, he let himself believe that it was just the stars and him. Nothing else existed in the universe.
His breath rattled every time his chest moved, so he tried not to breathe too deeply. The water welling up wasn't tears. It was just a reaction to the dust. Cold fingers curled up and tried to warm up where he had balled them up in his pockets. He stayed as still as he could.
He watched the stars, open to distraction. They were striking, and normal. Unlike with the people in his life, they never left or abandoned him. They were always there, despite the clouds that sometimes blocked them from view. And sometimes, not that he'd ever tell anyone, they blinked at him. Going in and out of existence for a moment, before coming back full force. As if they were listening to him, and they wanted to show they did.
Dean could watch them forever.
He wouldn't mind that. Watching them until he died. Preferably right where he was, in the hunk of a useless car and a thin jacket. Probably not the most dignified death. But not everyone could die like Jo or his Dad did. Even he didn't have the guts for that.
Unfortunately for him, the world moved on. The Earth shifted and turned, never dwelling a moment too late or arriving a moment too soon. Eventually Sam would go and look for him, and bring him inside. He would still leave in a few weeks for college. Ellen would move in. Everything, including the ground he walked on, would change.
Fuck that.
When he was young, he didn't mind the change. Moving from base to base wasn't as much of an issue then. It wasn't until they moved in with Bobby did they realize what they were missing. And now they, or at least Dean, didn't want to go back.
In that moment he couldn't bare the thought of it.
So for the first time in years, he prayed. He prayed for his mom, his pop, Jo. He prayed for Sammy and for Bobby. He put his heart and tears into it.
No matter how much he cried though, it didn't work. No one came back, and no one was going to stay. He was going to be alone. There was no way he could avoid it.
Thinking back on when he and Sammy used to lie out on the grass when they were kids, he did the next thing he could think of.
"Um…please, can you…I need someone. To stay."
He felt ridiculous. He just asked the goddamn stars for help. Floating piles of heated rock. Not even on the first star he saw, but on the stars in general.
Maybe that one beer was a bit too much for him.
He got up, and as much as it pained him, climbed out of the car. He stormed from there straight to his room and locked the door. Ignoring the look on Sam's face as he went.
After a few hours of tossing and turning later that night, Dean was somehow able to fall asleep. So of course something had to wake him up.
It wasn't the usual though. Sammy wasn't having nightmares nor was Ellen coming in the middle of the night for Bobby. This was different.
He sat up in bed, just in time to see a light flash by his window.
Startled, and still shaking images of fire and pain out of his mind, he brought himself to his feet and ran over. The window frame was almost warm to the touch when he leaned on it. He grabbed the blue curtain that blocked the outside from view and yanked it away.
His eyes widened.
Not sure if I'll continue this…let me know if I should!