AM- Destiel [COMPLETED]

What art thy be truly?

My love,

What trade thy be? A robber of hearts, or shall ye be human? I've recited your letter, and thy words revive my heart. Truly, love, I've missed your kiss. Truly, love, I've missed your sight.

A word of honor, Dean, you shall always be in my heart. Thou shalt not steal another part of me, as you've taken all my heart. I shall repeat my words till it itches itself in your brain.

Thou thought I don't love thy? Well Dean, I do.

I know you dont like old English, so I'm writing with it. But it proves to be hard. Dean, Your letter has repaired me. I feel like we're miles apart no more. You know I'm not a man of words rather than actions. But as I sit restrained to the hospital, my furthest action could only be a kiss. I ache for you, for your kiss. I understand you can't be here. But my heart doesn't care.

How long has it been since we held hands? Long enough. I'm not guilting you, I'm telling you. Furthermore I am exciting you (and not in that way, you dirt) as when I leave this hospital. I will show you how I love you. As I said, I'm not a man of words, but a man of actions.

Do you remember June? You'll relive June, Dean.

Love,

Castiel