We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
— George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
“and so I named the stars, one by one, after every favorite memory of you.”— s.s. (stephenstilwell)
Destiel Fics to heal your soul rec:
Ad Astra by Nhixxie
Summary: One day Cas says, “Stars died for you, Dean Winchester”, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes. Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
“Is this some physics crap again?” He frowns with eyes closed. Cas smiles softly.
“Far from it.” Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
“Then tell me all about it.”
The boy wanted to become an astronaut
So he could wish upon a star
But he was afraid of heights
So the stars (for it loves too much for its own good)
Became a boy.
You cannot rewrite a story already written.
Ad Astra
One day Cas says, Stars died for you, Dean Winchester, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes.
Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
Is this some physics crap again? He frowns with eyes closed.
Cas smiles softly. Far from it.
Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
Then tell me all about it
For DCBB 2013; In collaboration with nerime.
"If I tell you I'm your favorite star... Would you believe me?"
Inspired by this amazing fan fiction- Ad Astra by:nhixxie
credit:xFor the amazing, cleverhale! ♡
Okay so here’s the graphic I made for you & fic rec. Since you went to space camp, I thought you’d love this fic. It’s a Destiel fic. Written kinda unorthodox, but beautiful in every way possible. The story is about Cas, a celestial being, visiting Dean through out his life. But, every time he goes to earth he must sacrifice a star. It also has canon elements,
so if you haven’t alreadythis is a must read.

“If I tell you I am the stars in the sky, would you believe me?” (x)
One day Cas says, Stars died for you, Dean Winchester, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes.
Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
Is this some physics crap again? He frowns with eyes closed.
Cas smiles softly. Far from it.
Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
Then tell me all about it
For DCBB 2013; In collaboration with nerime.
-Shinji Moon | Graphic Collab: dameabaddon (bottom three) & howboutnovak (top two)