Dear Dean,
Sam isn't mad at me. He understands. We spent the whole day yesterday praying to you. Did you hear us? He taught me how to play an odd, violent videogame. It was a zombie game I'm guessing? Oh well, it was fun after I learned what all the controls and controllers did. I actually laughed and smiled for real the first time yesterday. I hope you're not jealous. I wouldn't want that. My heart litreraly hurts for you Dean. I don't even know if that''s possible.I've never felt sadness like this before. Never had to when I was with you. Sammy misses you. I think he wants to start writing letters. Most of the time when he's here he will sit here and watch me write to you. Hold on he's still here. He doesn't want to leave. I'll let him Write for a little.
"Sam?"
"Hmm?" He looked up at me from his hands.
"Would you like to write to Dean?"
"That's your things Cas,it's okay."
I handed him the paper and pen. "I insist. Just a little."
He looked at the pen and paper then took them
Hey Dean. It's been hell not having you here. Cas is a mess. I'm almost afraid to leave him alone. Why Dean? Why'd you kill yourself? You had me, Cas. Did you stop taking your meds? Mom, Dad, you, all gone. It hurts. I miss you. Castiel keeps reminding me that you're watching over us. He's getting a little better but like I said he 's a mess. I love you Dean. No brother is better than you.
He handed the paper back to me.
Goodnight Dean. I love you>
Love, Castiel
