AM- Destiel [COMPLETED]

We are the greatest symphony, melody, harmony

My dearest Castiel,

As thought I feel like I'm in the nineteenth century, a text with words will do you no fair. I've read your letter, and I treasure it till I part with life. I felt I was complied to write for you, as you write for me.

Indeed you are right, as you have lived in a nightmare for five months. I've lived in one too.

Seeing you, but not being able to hear you, feel you or fully touch you was hell. It felt as if holy wrath came from above and tore me apart. Like my soul was being taken away by the devil under, like I was being sent on an mission to survive under water, yet no oxygen tanks were given to me.

As fair I might be, I have to admit. I had occasions where, leaving you was easier than letting go, where forgetting your kisses, your hugs and your smile was better than watching you live by an oxygen tank.

And, sadly, I tried. Even though every nerve, cell, muscle and organ pulled me towards staying beside you. I tried setting off. But, love; love. Every time I look around, I spot a fluff of black hair and you rush into my mind. Every day I look at my hands and I remember yours over them, guarding them. Every time I see one of Sam's children! A kin that doesn't share relevance with you, except you being their uncle! It reminds me of you! You! You, castiel. You've enveloped my mind. You've put a shield over my heart, you've tore my heart. And I've loved...lived with it happily!

I once woke up, to an empty bed, to an empty house, and an empty heart. I've forgotten you're state at the time, and the silence rained like heavens angels, burning my heart and ears.

I once looked at your eyes Castiel, I once looked into a sea of hope, a sea of happiness a sea of love! And I knew I was lost!

You!

You made me, me. You've raised me from alcoholism, from getting a whore at night, to drinking tea and holding hands! From returning every weekend with a new bruise because I got too drunk!

To kissing your lips, because I'm drunk your love. Castiel, castiel Winchester Novak. My love, my heart, my soul.

Oh, what would I be without you?

I've never felt like this, and I love every second of it.

We are the perfect symphony. The perfect melody. The perfect harmony.

Yours truly (you old romantic sap),

Dean Winchester Novak