The stars. Swallowed up by the crepuscular sky like tiny tunnels into brightness.

From far away they just look pretty. Often times they are looked over. But up close? They burn bright. Able to engulf anyone close in flames and oscillations of light. Formidable and bold. Impossible to miss. Deadly.

One in the same. Winchesters and the stars. Bringing light into the world without the world even acknowledging it.

You sit on the dewy grass, cool night fog immersing you three in the moment. Sam and Dean sit gazing up into the void in rapt attention. A lot was on everyone’s minds.

Sometimes a moment silence, solidarity, and stars, was needed.