Dear Dean,
I could not sleep last night at all. It was a mix of excitement and sadness. Why didn't you hold on a bit longer to get married? Why'd you buy it... but never propose? I'm sorry for bombarding you with questions but I just don't understand. And I'm really trying to, it's just not working out in my favor. Well, I have work this morning and I have to wake Sam up yet. See you later dear.
Love, Cas
Cas quietly walked into Sam's bedroom and admired him softly sleeping on the bed. Cas watched Sam's bare chest rise and fall his slow breathing showing he was still in a deep sleep. The blanket only covering his bottom half. Cas raised an eyebrow at Sam's muscular body. He looked at every ab, every curve of a muscle, that slight v line. Cas couldn't help but be so attracted to Sam. He shook his head to rid of the thoughts. When he stopped he looked at his body some more. God he looked good. Stop. He shook his shoulder,
"It's time to wake up Sam." He shook him some more. "Sam!"
He put a hand to his forehead. Why was Sam so sweaty and hot? He brushed his hand back through his hair.
"Sammy..." Sam's eyes fluttered open. "Are you okay?" He flipped his hand over to feel his forehead again. "You're very warm Sam."
He groaned and sat up against the wall.
"Yeah, I'm fine Cas. It was just warm in here last night. I'm okay." He gave Cas a reassuring smile.
Cas felt so embarrassed. "Okay well get ready. You have work today."
"Alright, alright. Good morning to you too."
They shared a smile and Cas left so they could both change in peace.
