Summary: Pre-series Dean enjoying the quiet.
Prompt: Danger and/or Nature. I chose door number two.
Stars
Dean sat on the hood of his car, reclined comfortably back on the windshield, and long bowed legs stretched out, soaking up the warmth that radiated from the engine.
He had pulled over to the side of the road less than a half an hour before, taking advantage of a quiet back road with an empty field. The night called to him as it sometimes did, and he did as it bid and sat in silence and enjoyed the view.
And what a view.
It was a moonless night, the air crisp, but not quite cold, and without the light pollution that came near civilization the sky was completely glittering with stars. Each pinpoint of light twinkled merrily, clustered close together, and the sheer vastness spread out before him settled something in Dean's chest. That persistent ache within him that he did his best to ignore quieted on nights like these, and Dean couldn't help but take advantage of what he could.
On nights like this it was easier to forget that Sam was across the country, off playing college boy in an attempt at a normal life. On nights like this it was easy to forget that dad was off somwhere on a hunt by himself, not needing his son there to watch his back.
On nights like this he could forget that his family didn't need him.
Out here without another soul in sight, he could pretend, just for a while, that the stars were his friends and that somewhere out there was someone who gave a damn.