Dear Dean,
I'm home now. It was just a minor flu. Sam is watching me like a lost puppy. He keep's saying he's worried about me. I think he knows I want to die. But there is nothing to worry about. I'm fine. But he just sists here and watches me. His faces has been blank lately. I think I'm adding more pressure on him. Well goodnight Dean. I love you.
Love, Cas
