AM- Destiel [COMPLETED]

This is a story of love

Dear Dean,

You've stayed with me, through it all. I've doubted you, you've hated me, I've left you and you screamed at me. But where we lay now is a beautiful place. Why am I writing this? Why now? After years of being together. Because I believe that every love story needs a confession, and we've said ours many times, but I want something to stay with you, something to take to the grave that's not a text or a words.

Dean Winchester, I have the privilege of adding Novak in your name, I've had the privilege of sleeping beside you and kissing you. I've had the privilege of having a house, a home with you. And I've had the privilege of fighting with you. You see, our relationship is unlike others, who gave up after a fight. Who left each other for a mistake, who hated each other because of a simple misunderstanding. I have to say, I'm a bit of a hypocrite, as I have left you because of a mistake, but I, forever and always might I add, will be able to rejoice with you.

You see, our love story is not much unique, rather our love story is stupidly constructed. A text? A text, a direct private massage, a like on instagram and a follow on Twitter. And I'd confidently say, I'd never change a thing.

Now this is written in a hospital bed, and knowing you, you are worrisome, but worry not, love; for I am very much healthy.

Formality aside, Dean. what possessed me to write this? The dream I had, where we split, where we-I hated you, where you couldn't get me back. It showed me a World, a world so dark that I'd flee it a hundred times over. A world so unfull of love that I felt trapped, that I felt hate.

It showed me Dean, that the words "Can't live without you" are very much true. A world without you, is a world I'd be dead in. A world I would still be a lonely depressed man who locks himself away from people and cries all night. A world without you, is a world where I'd still be self harming, where I'd still think about death.

A world without you, is truly black and white, no color. I love you Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Novak.

This story is one of love. Our story is a Story of two men, finding each other through an app. Finding love through texts, and finding their soulmates through likes.

Who would have guessed that a single DM would change their lives?

Not me.

Never forget, I love you, Dean Winchester. My heart belongs to you, I will lay down my life, if it saves you.

As you would say;

Your old sap,

Castiel Winchester Novak