bernalheights:

A little letter from Dean to Cas (post-12×23)

You know after watching everyone and every damn thing I love die over and over, you think this shit would sting a little less, but it never fucking does. Hell, it feels a little worse each time I see you die. Because you kept coming back, like those trick candles you blow out and they keep re-igniting… but even those eventually run out and all you’re left with is a vague disappointment and wax all over a perfectly good cake. Pain in the ass you were, you were my best friend. I haven’t really got much going for me in my life; it’s mostly just been me and Sammy against the world. You made it a little less lonely, a little more bearable. Now, look at me, writing a letter that you’ll never respond to like some kind of sentimental sap, dumbass is more like it. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks… for everything. I don’t know if they got a special spot for dead angels, being soulless and all… but I hope they do. Hell, maybe I’ll even see you again. If they got Zeppelin in angel-heaven, I could introduce you to some more proper music and none of that Britney Spears bullshit you used to blast out in that trash pimp car. 

Cass. 

I’m sorry.

I love you too.