#to cas

And this bright star, having traced its parabola with inexpressible speed, through immeasurable space, seems suddenly to have stopped like an arrow piercing the Earth. Stopped for me.

greatcometnatural→ castiel + the great comet of 1812

The knife the KNIFE they - he carved the name. They didn't carve the names. HE carved the names. It's always Dean. "Ever since *I* had to bury him in a malak box" "That's where Dean spread your ashes." It's never them. It's always Dean. To Cas. He says Cas first. To Cas.

...I’m sorry. 

I’m sorry i didn’t say it back. 

I’m sorry I let you go a second time. 

I’m sorry that you poured out your heart to me and I threw the glass on the ground. 

I’m sorry that you didn’t think we could be something; that’s my fault, really.

I’m sorry that you gave up everything for me; I wasn’t worth that.

I’m sorry that the last thing you said to me was goodbye, when it should have been hello. 

I’m sorry for being so scared to tell you how I felt.

Cas, I’m so sorry. 

Please forgive me. 

I need you, man. 

I need you here, with me.

I need you there when I fall asleep, and I need you there when I wake up.

You’ve been gone for five minutes and I miss you like you’ve been gone for a thousand years. 

I will find a way to get you out of there. 

I promise.

You never gave up on me, and I won’t give up on you. 

You were wrong, Cas. 

Happiness is in the having. 

I’m not like you. I can’t just accept things the way they are.

I have to have you. 

I can’t live without you. 

So I’ll find you. 

I’ll save you.

I’ll raise you from perdition, just like you raised me.

And we can have it, Cas. We can have it all.

... I love you too.

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