Castiel held Dean's limp lifeless body in his arms. Tears were streaming down his face.
"Why Dean? Why'd you have to do this to yourself?" I thought you were happy."
He said crying, choking on each word. He held Dean tightly close to him getting blood all over himself. Dean had used a knife to slit his own throat. After a few moments Cas let Dean's body back on the ground grabbing the bloody knife and an envelope he noticed laying on the bed.
He carried everything to the kitchen sink. He put the envelope next to the sink, washed the knife and threw it away. Cas started to cry again. He didn't understand. He was angry. He was upset. He called 911 and told them the situation.
"We are sending help now." They said.
He hung up the phone and tried to relax a little. Then he remembered the envelope he left next to the sink. He walked over, and grabbed it. He went back to the bedroom to spend his last moments with Dean. He carefully opened the envelope, inside was a folded piece of paper with Castiel written clearly in Dean's smooth handwriting on it. He took a shaky breath and took the paper out. The paper sat in his hands for a minute. He then finally worked up the courage to unfold it. The paper read:
Dear Cas, 1-12-14
I'm sorry you had to find me like this. I didn't mean for it to happen it just did. I can't even give you a real explanation. I don't even know why I was so sad. Don't worry, you did nothing wrong. If anything you helped me hold on a little while longer. I love you Cas just never forget that. I'm sorry I never told you how I felt. I'm sorry it had to be this way. I never wanted you to feel pain and sadness but It will all be okay. I love you my little angle.
Love, Dean
