I uh, I can see the sky if I'm lying in bed, so I can see airplanes travel on it and… I always wonder where people are going, or where they came from or what they are talking about, what their lives are like.

And it makes me feel kinda small. Idk.

And then we had that volcano ash from Iceland in the spring, me thinks and… yeah…

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Enjoy…

An airplane flew over their heads, the noise booming in the silence of the night.

They both looked up at the stars; spotting the airplane instantly… just a small white-red flickering dot moving where nothing else moved.

Their hands were on the door handle, the Impala's door half open, the seat waiting to be sat on.

Sam had his left hand on the roof of Dean's baby, the small, cold rain drops there not bothering him at all.

"Heh, I guess there's no volcanic ash here."

"Nah, just the apocalypse, ya know? The end of the world. Doubt they'd close the airspace for that."

"Yeah," Dean sighed and followed the little blinking, moving white-red dot amongst millions, billions of other white dots, tapped the roof with his fingers and said: "Come on, you're all bloody, let's go."

They shut the squeaky door in unison and drove away, leaving the small dot to travel wherever it was destined to go.

Those people up there?

They have no idea.

The End.