Castiel's Point Of View:
I slumped against my bedroom door like I had been since I walked into my room and closed it- which was 10 minutes ago.
I just couldn't find the energy to stand up, let alone stop crying for that matter.
The funeral service had wrapped up quietly. I said my goodbyes before Dean was lowered into the ground, but it felt like I was saying goodbye to a part of myself instead.
Sam had given me a tight hug before leaving, thanking me for coming even though he's sure I didn't want too. And he was right, I didn't. I just wanted Dean back.
I had taken the letter that was shoved into my pants pocket and thrown it on my bed. I stared at it for the longest time. What could have Dean written?
I debated on reading it, but decided to wait. But I don't think I could wait any longer.
Finally, I pushed myself off my door and reluctantly laid down on my bed, burying myself in blankets.
I carefully picked up the letter, as it were a fragile pane of glass. I gulped before carefully turning it over in my hands a few times.
I started to delicately rip open the seal on the envelop and slid out the folded sheet of notebook paper.
I rolled my eyes, of course it's notebook paper. Only Dean would write something this important on a ripped out sheet of paper.
I unfolded it, revealing a short paragraph written in black pen.
I let out a shaky breath before reading the first line:
Dear Castiel,
I'm sorry to say that if you're reading this it means either two things:
1. Sam has been snooping around my room and I will kill that son-of-a-bitch.
Or
2. I've moved again. (I hope that's the only two things it could be or you will have to fill in the blanks.)
If it's reason number 2, or some other thing, I'm sorry.
Sometimes, my father decides to pull us out of school earlier than planned. Meaning, pulling us out before we could even finish the school year. I think I realized he was planning to do this when he started having work troubles, because that's when we usually move.
I felt like I should have just stopped trying to love you when we first met. I should have stopped before we became too close but the selfish part of myself got the better of me. I couldn't stop. I'm not even sure if I even tried to stop, I wanted to be with you too much.
Trust me, I tried to fight my Dad. I know I will, I can't leave you. You are honestly the best thing that's happened to me and I'm not losing you like I had lost my mom.
I want my piece of normal to always be apart of me. I want my angel to always be by my side.
Because you are my angel, Cas; My angel next door.
And I will always love you for it.
I love you, Castiel.
Yours, Dean Winchester.
I blinked away the new tears forming in my eyes. I wish Dean would have known what this letter would do to me. A part of me wished that Dean would have just moved and not have fought with his father. Because at least he'd still he alive.
I folded up the letter and gently placed it back inside the envelop.
I glanced out my window, Dean's house was just across the street from my room. I just wish I could have talked to him one last time. But this will have to do.
"I love you too, Dean."
The End.
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The Angel Next Door
Fanfiction17 year old Dean Winchester moves into a new town, like he and his family does every year. Sam Winchester, Dean's little brother and their Father, John Winchester, is all that consists of their small broken family. But when Dean is faced with new...
