Dear Dean,
I begged and cried to Sam to not make me go back to that mean man. He agreed. But told me that I need to open up to him and let him know if I need anything. Sam's already done so much for Me and I jest feel so bad for him. He's too busy trying to cheer me up everyday that he dosen't worry about himself... He's getting very hairy on the face and if he is doing stuff for me or with me he sits in the big worn out green chair and just stares in his lap. When I put my hand on his shoulder sometimes he will look up at me and give me a weak smile. But I know he is hurting just as much. Goodnight Dear. I love you. We love you.
Love, Cas
