Dear Dean,
I went for a walk yesterday. It was very short. The fresh air was nice but people kept looking at me. They know about you. About us. People I've never met before came up to me and hugged me. It made me very uncomfortable and angry. People always wanna talk about you but I don't. I really don't. It's hard to talk about it. My first love killing himself. I just keep hoping that this is all a bad dream and I'll wake up the next morning in your arms seeing your bright smile. I love you.
Love, Castiel
