Truth be told, it's a slim chance. All the gamma-ray bursts that we've observed have occurred outside of our galaxy, and it's unlikely that Eta Carinae will produce a GRB at all, and furthermore, its axis is currently tilted away from us, so on the off-chance that it does, we won't be in the line of fire. But things change.
[ an easy shrug. ]
Still, chances are something else will end us before a gamma-ray burst could.
[ an asteroid, climate change, nuclear war and self-destruction - there's a whole lineup waiting for the human race, and while castiel thinks that a gamma-ray burst could spell an incredibly spectacular end, chances are it will be something more insidious. but perhaps that's simply his own cynicism showing.
he settles down onto the blanket beside dean if only to keep perspective, lying on his side propped up on his elbow, his gaze focused on dean's profile and the reflection of the stars in his eyes, rather than the stars themselves, which is really a feat, truth be told. but he's enjoying his time here with dean more than he ever could have imagined. bitchin', dean says, and castiel can't help but grin in that shy sort of way, a soft laugh echoing in his throat; months ago he would have rolled his eyes and sighed. when dean asks yet another question, castiel is happy to pounce on it, like a dog on a bone. ]
Well, that depends on the star. Smaller, lighter stars burn their fuel more slowly, and live a long time, billions of years. The larger, more massive stars die more quickly, live a few million years at best. Live fast, love hard, die young I suppose.
[ the edge of his mouth curls up just so; that would be dean, if he were a star. just like eta carinae, big and bold and reckless, burning bright and exploding in a staggering burst. ]
Our sun is middle of the road. It's about five billion years old, and should live about another five billion. We'll be long dead before it goes.
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[ an easy shrug. ]
Still, chances are something else will end us before a gamma-ray burst could.
[ an asteroid, climate change, nuclear war and self-destruction - there's a whole lineup waiting for the human race, and while castiel thinks that a gamma-ray burst could spell an incredibly spectacular end, chances are it will be something more insidious. but perhaps that's simply his own cynicism showing.
he settles down onto the blanket beside dean if only to keep perspective, lying on his side propped up on his elbow, his gaze focused on dean's profile and the reflection of the stars in his eyes, rather than the stars themselves, which is really a feat, truth be told. but he's enjoying his time here with dean more than he ever could have imagined. bitchin', dean says, and castiel can't help but grin in that shy sort of way, a soft laugh echoing in his throat; months ago he would have rolled his eyes and sighed. when dean asks yet another question, castiel is happy to pounce on it, like a dog on a bone. ]
Well, that depends on the star. Smaller, lighter stars burn their fuel more slowly, and live a long time, billions of years. The larger, more massive stars die more quickly, live a few million years at best. Live fast, love hard, die young I suppose.
[ the edge of his mouth curls up just so; that would be dean, if he were a star. just like eta carinae, big and bold and reckless, burning bright and exploding in a staggering burst. ]
Our sun is middle of the road. It's about five billion years old, and should live about another five billion. We'll be long dead before it goes.