WISH UPON A STAR
WOW: darling. It's nightime and Dean's thinking; that's all.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. wishing on a star doesn't work.
Perched on the Impala's hood, the brothers sat and gazed up in companionable silence into the night sky. Against the soporific thrum of distant traffic, Dean began to lose himself amongst the myriad twinkling specks scattered like salt-grains across the black velvet arc of the sky.
'Second star to the right then straight on 'til morning' Dean mused. Taking a sip of beer, he smiled; casting a brief glance across to Sam, lost in his own thoughts. He wished they could just follow Peter Pan and Wendy Darling to Neverland and leave all this crap behind.
After all, they were just two more lost boys.