AM- Destiel [COMPLETED]

June shall always be our summer night

My Dearest,

Of course I remember June! That's probably the best sex I've had! Nevertheless, I do remember your words, and how you've sang for me.

Angel,

Dearest castiel, a letter inside a letter is meta, and I'm running out of syllables to express my love. What could describe this feeling?

It feels like I'm drowning in air when you look fondly at someone else. And it feels like floating when you smile. It feels like I'm melting when the bed dips beside me and you wrap your arms around me. And it feels like a shot when I wake to an empty slot.

It feels like I'm dying in the best kind of way, kissing you still takes my breath away. The word husband still feels new. And every time I meet a stranger I feel like stuffing my pride of you in their face, it feels like wanting to shout "look at who I fell for" and at the same time "Never touch him, he's mine"

Although, June was the best of our memories; I'd rather make a new memory, rather than living in the past.

June, June shall always be our summer night. And I plan to make one for every season.

Yours truly,

Dean