Dear Dean,
Sorry I missed yesterday. i did a lot of sleeping again. I just don't feel well. Sam is knocking at the bedroom door, one seconds.
"Yes?"
He popped his head in. "I brought you some soup."
"Thank you." I motioned for him to come in. He handed me the bowl and shifted awkwardly on his feet.
"Can I check your temp?"
"Sure."
He left the room and came back with a thermometer. He stuck the one end in my ear until we heard the beep.
"101" He sighed. "Are you sure you don't want to take that sweater off? I see you sweating."
"Im fine." I said quickly.
"okay, okay. I'm going to stay in here tonight to keep on eye on you though."
"Okay."
I just got out of the shower. Damn. I didn't realize how rough I look. I havn't shaved in weeks... well, you always liked my scruff anyways. ;). Sam is laying next to me in bed. He is way too worried about me. I hope I have another dream tonight. I enjoy seeing you, even if you are all scary. I love you.
Love, Cas.
