3-27-14

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Dear Dean, 

The air keeps getting warmer and warmer! It makes me feel great.It reminds me of the times we would sit on the hood of the impala at the top of that overlook. I would read my book with my head in your lap while you played with my hair and looked at the beautiful scenery. I would look up at you every once in a while and wonder what you were thinking about. I still have no idea. Sam says "Hi". It's been a while since you came around... Where are you Dean? Can't you visit us anymore? Don't you want to? I mean...I'm sorry... You don't have to if you can't or don't want to... We can always find another way to cope... I don't want to work today. I love you Dean. 

                                                                                                Love, Cas

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