Running out of God Is An Astronaut track titles for my SPN fics o noes.
I'd use Empyrean Glow - since, y'know, stars glow and all that shit - but it's already in use, and the only reason why I'm not pouncing on Sunrise in Aries is because some small part of me wants to use it for a Star Trek XI longfic. Dream on, 
shirozora.
I love how Twitter forces you to become concise.
"C'mon," Dean says, follows with a nip on the earlobe and nails down the back. Cas growls, bites his neck, shoves him into the cracked wall.
Unf. Seriously, someone write a longer version? Please?
Because apparently nobody wants to tell me it's a bad idea, here are some samples from a future Supernatural/Stardust fusion fic:
Castiel couldn't remember a time when there wasn't a wall running alongside town, cutting through the neighboring forest on one end and disappearing into the green hills on the other. It was at least six feet tall and solidly built to weather whatever Nature threw at it. There was just one break in the wall, a giant jagged cut like something ran through it, and it was always guarded. Old Man Alastair never let anyone through, only stepping aside when the May Day Fair arrived every nine years and the town next to the wall was flooded with visitors from afar, all eager to cross over to the other side. Supposedly there's a market town somewhere beyond the forest, and every nine years they held a huge festival where people on Castiel's side of the wall and people on the other side mingled, trading, gossiping, making merry. Castiel had lived through two May Day Fairs so far and each time he was forbidden from going. He never understood why.
The star wasn't at all what Castiel expected. Number one, it was human-shaped. Number two, it was very angry. Could stars get angry?
"Oh hell no," the star said as soon as the silver chain tightened around its ankle. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm afraid I'm not."
They watched the necklace streak into the sky, blazing a golden trail. Then Raphael spoke.
"He's dead."
The others sighed.
"Well, fuck."
"Ten dollars that Raphael goes first."
"My money's on Lucifer. He's good, but also brash."
"Isn't that Gabriel?"
"Too clever."
"Point."
"We didn't give you the last of the star so you could waste it on your looks." Lilith glowered. "And don't give us the white eyes, either."
"So that crazy lady's after you," Sarah said loudly over the thunder.
"Did you not see the giant fucking knife in her hand?"
"But why does she want you?"
"Beats me," Dean said and pointed at Sam. "Ask him. He's the one who likes watching you humans so much."
"Oh, 'you humans', how condescending of you-"
"Sarah," Castiel said, pinching his nose. "Let's not argue right now. And didn't she say something about youth and beauty?"
"Right, because I'm one friggin' ray of sunshine," Dean grumbled.
"The Lilim need the heart of a happy star to become powerful again," Sam said. "The witch queen probably still has some star left in her, but it's going to run out."
"And you're next," Sarah said flatly.
"Yeah," Sam said, scrubbing his face. "Maybe chasing after you wasn't such a good idea."
"You think?" Dean snapped. "I didn't have much of a choice here. You're an idiot coming after me. Putting yourself in danger and all. Dad's going to kill us."
"You have a dad?"
Dean shrugged. "Something like that. Where do you think stars come from?"
The only answer is a roar of thunder.
"Maybe we should figure out how to get off these clouds first," Sam suggested. "Then we can argue all we want."
"I like this idea," Castiel muttered and that's when heavy nets dropped on their heads. Perfect.
"So this is the afterlife?" Gabriel asked.
"No," Uriel said flatly. "We're stuck until one of them finds the necklace."
"Oh. Where is it?"
"A star's wearing it."
"A star? How'd a star get its hands on it?"
"Our dear father knocked it out of the sky," Raphael said dryly.
"My ship is infested with glow bugs," Bobby grumbled to Ellen as he watched Sam and Sarah laugh at Dean and Castiel's poor attempts at dancing. He'd never seen more clumsy, inept people but Dean was still glowing like a miniature sun. Would cost ten times as much, too.
shirozora.
I love how Twitter forces you to become concise.
"C'mon," Dean says, follows with a nip on the earlobe and nails down the back. Cas growls, bites his neck, shoves him into the cracked wall.
Unf. Seriously, someone write a longer version? Please?
Because apparently nobody wants to tell me it's a bad idea, here are some samples from a future Supernatural/Stardust fusion fic:
Castiel couldn't remember a time when there wasn't a wall running alongside town, cutting through the neighboring forest on one end and disappearing into the green hills on the other. It was at least six feet tall and solidly built to weather whatever Nature threw at it. There was just one break in the wall, a giant jagged cut like something ran through it, and it was always guarded. Old Man Alastair never let anyone through, only stepping aside when the May Day Fair arrived every nine years and the town next to the wall was flooded with visitors from afar, all eager to cross over to the other side. Supposedly there's a market town somewhere beyond the forest, and every nine years they held a huge festival where people on Castiel's side of the wall and people on the other side mingled, trading, gossiping, making merry. Castiel had lived through two May Day Fairs so far and each time he was forbidden from going. He never understood why.
The star wasn't at all what Castiel expected. Number one, it was human-shaped. Number two, it was very angry. Could stars get angry?
"Oh hell no," the star said as soon as the silver chain tightened around its ankle. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm afraid I'm not."
They watched the necklace streak into the sky, blazing a golden trail. Then Raphael spoke.
"He's dead."
The others sighed.
"Well, fuck."
"Ten dollars that Raphael goes first."
"My money's on Lucifer. He's good, but also brash."
"Isn't that Gabriel?"
"Too clever."
"Point."
"We didn't give you the last of the star so you could waste it on your looks." Lilith glowered. "And don't give us the white eyes, either."
"So that crazy lady's after you," Sarah said loudly over the thunder.
"Did you not see the giant fucking knife in her hand?"
"But why does she want you?"
"Beats me," Dean said and pointed at Sam. "Ask him. He's the one who likes watching you humans so much."
"Oh, 'you humans', how condescending of you-"
"Sarah," Castiel said, pinching his nose. "Let's not argue right now. And didn't she say something about youth and beauty?"
"Right, because I'm one friggin' ray of sunshine," Dean grumbled.
"The Lilim need the heart of a happy star to become powerful again," Sam said. "The witch queen probably still has some star left in her, but it's going to run out."
"And you're next," Sarah said flatly.
"Yeah," Sam said, scrubbing his face. "Maybe chasing after you wasn't such a good idea."
"You think?" Dean snapped. "I didn't have much of a choice here. You're an idiot coming after me. Putting yourself in danger and all. Dad's going to kill us."
"You have a dad?"
Dean shrugged. "Something like that. Where do you think stars come from?"
The only answer is a roar of thunder.
"Maybe we should figure out how to get off these clouds first," Sam suggested. "Then we can argue all we want."
"I like this idea," Castiel muttered and that's when heavy nets dropped on their heads. Perfect.
"So this is the afterlife?" Gabriel asked.
"No," Uriel said flatly. "We're stuck until one of them finds the necklace."
"Oh. Where is it?"
"A star's wearing it."
"A star? How'd a star get its hands on it?"
"Our dear father knocked it out of the sky," Raphael said dryly.
"My ship is infested with glow bugs," Bobby grumbled to Ellen as he watched Sam and Sarah laugh at Dean and Castiel's poor attempts at dancing. He'd never seen more clumsy, inept people but Dean was still glowing like a miniature sun. Would cost ten times as much, too.