lovefromthehero:

          [ the stars have been out for a long while; dean’s lost track of how long he’s been sitting out here for. he’s long since stopped thinking and instead focused on just being. ]

          [ soaking up the world around him. ]

          [ problem is, he’s got no idea where to begin. ]

she’s quiet over this way, ankles
crossed, the feel of cold concrete
leaking in through her jeans. 

she’s hit with the fact the night’s
no longer young. stars and the
rare airplane wink over head, a
cooler breeze blowing over the
pair of them, on the ground. she'll 
keep her eyes trained upward, 
rather than on her hands. 

❝when i was small, and when
he was home, my dad used take
me out here, like this. it was his
thing, in place of bed time stories.
right before i had to go up to bed.
even in the snow.❞