“I love you!” he said “I know!” he called back

“Why isn’t he getting better? I see people in there constantly, but he hasn’t changed in a week.”

“What’s happening?” Dean cried, throwing himself away from Cas, holding his hands up, one particular night. Blood trickled onto the floor.

“Oh, I can’t help it! He’s so bad! Would you look at that bike?”

“He wants to see you. He hasn’t asked for anyone else outside of the family.”

“That’d be nice,” Cas spoke. “To sail. You know? Just out on the water like that,”

“Did you miss me?” Cas continued, and Dean kissed his chin, looking into his sleepy eyes.

“Castiel wanted me to call you for him.” “Is this a joke?” Dean said softly

"What if someone hears?" "Then let them hear."

It was the last place that Dean wanted to be, but he knew that Cas would want him be there

“I don’t know,” Cas trailed, looking at the choppy water. “When I become a doctor I’ll make twice as much as you do and buy an island.”

how many times had he kissed him without even realizing he’d done it?

“I can dig Elvis,” he murmured to the empty apartment.

"What if-" "Don't," Dean cut him off

“Don’t you – don’t you dare…59, Dean. You were number 50 fucking 9!”

Dean could dig Elvis…

“I think he used me. To get over you,”

He was done. He was going home.

Dear Cas.

“That’s not fair though. I don’t want to give you all the credit. A lot of things happened to him, but you, you were always it.”