I wish you were here. I wish I could lay with you, let you use my chest as a pillow and run my fingers through your hair like you used to like.
Maybe I could still be chasing your nightmares off, you always did scare mine away; still do. I imagine you beside me constantly. I see you in
the drivers seat when Ramblin’ On comes on the radio, and I swear for a second I can feel you too. It doesn’t matter if I’m with a group of
people, I still feel alone in your absence. I’m sure Sam and Cas would ask me why I write you letters you’ll never receive, but they don’t
understand. They don’t understand what it means to ache. I ache for the things I’ve lost. I ache for all that I’m not. But mostly, I ache for
you, D. I just want you to come home to me. It gets worse- you not being here. I sleep so unsteadily without you. It’s becoming increasingly harder,
it’s unbearable. I am in half-agony and half-hope waiting for you. I think I’ll always be waiting. It seems that no man was ever before to any
woman what you have become to me. I love you without hesitation or calculation. Through good and through ugly, unconditionally, with every fiber
of my being, I love you. We never said it out loud but you said it in your sleep once a few years back and I whispered it back into the open air
of your dark bedroom. You’ll never know fully, what I feel for you. No matter how many times I speak the words, no matter how many times I etch
them in ink on paper, you’ll never believe me, I know you. So, know this, for as long as I am at your side, I will go to drastic measures to make
you do so. And I will be waiting. This I promise you. We always hated saying goodbye so, see you soon Winchester.