You've been dead two and a half months today. It's probably close to 4 am and Sam's sleeping but it‘s been over two months since I lost you. Watched you bleed out in my arms. You, just gone. Like words shouted into the wind. For fucks sake, Cas, I'm writing goddamn poetry here.
I feel like a zombie. I don't sleep anymore, I can't eat without throwing up almost everything. I am fucked up, Cas.
Jesus Christ, where the hell are you? Aren't angels supposed to stay in heaven after they die? I have called on every single angel I know the name of. And every other one too. None answered. Son of a bitch, Cas. Get your ass out of the dead and come back to me.