Dear Dean,
I miss you too. I don't want you to work any more than you have to. I hate this place. I hate the people here, the noises, the smells. Everything's different, and you know I hate change.
I want to see you again. I want to see your smile, Dean. I want to hear your jokes, and see that all to familiar grin.
I miss waking up to you. I miss hearing your humming when you're cooking breakfast. I miss being able to wrap my arms around you. I miss being able to hold you and touch you and kiss you and call you mine.
Where are you, Dean? You say you're close, but are you really?
I miss you. Write back soon.
Cas
