Author's Note: Wow! Thanks so much to all of you who have favorited and followed this collection! I'll do my best to keep this story updated regularly. I love you all!
In an actual author's note, this takes place prior to Season 8, because Cas would have PTSD about what happened in the finale. Anyways, hope you enjoy the story!
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"Dean?"
"Yeah, Cas?"
"I fail to see the point of lying on the ground until dawn."
"I don't either Cas, but Sam thought it'd be fun."
"I do not understand why."
"There's a meteor shower tonight, supposed to be great. I don't really see the point of fallin' rocks, but-"
A little beam of light shot down from the sky all of a sudden. Cas sat up, eyes full of wonder.
"Dean. What was that?" he murmured.
Another shot by.
Dean grinned at the angel's big doe eyes.
"Meteors, Cas. Guess it's starting." he said, as he reached over for Cas' hand. Castiel took it absent-mindedly, staring at the little blips of light shooting across the sky.
They sat like that for quite a while.
The next morning, Sam saw no sign of Dean, or Cas, so he decided to stick his head out the door.
He couldn't resist a small smile at seeing the two of them lying in the wet grass, all hugs and hand-holding, sound asleep, necks craned towards the heavens.