Dear Dean,

It's Castiel.

You went into a coma today. The doctors say it's very bad, and that you may never wake up. I don't believe them, Dean. You're always so strong, you'll survive this. You will, right? Sam says, even if you don't, he'll find a way to bring you back. He's been staying out a lot later than usual, Dean.

He comes home with the scent of alcohol on his clothes. You need to come back soon and take care of him.

I'm only writing this little letter so that when you wake up again, you can read them and see that I haven't forgotten you. I know you always groan and say, "No chick flick moments, Cas," but I think this is important.

I bet that when you wake up you'll want to know why you're in a coma, so here it is.

What happened was that we were on a pretty difficult hunt, and a werewolf tossed you into a building because you were protecting me.

It seems so odd, you're always getting flung about, (like a ragdoll, Dean!) but this time I guess something hit your head, because you were only conscious for ten minutes after that. Sam took care of the werewolf while I came to check on you.

Dean, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault- I did this to you. If I wasn't so weak, maybe if I still had my angel 'mojo' as you called it, I could have protected myself.

I could have protected you.

You always say that I'm not weak, that I'm good at hunting, but look what happened to you.

You always have to save me. You said it would be your dying wish, to save both me and Sam.

Please don't make that wish come true.

It's funny, you know, because today is the day we celebrated our first anniversary. One year since you finally told me that you loved me; one year since I told you the same.

And now I may never see you laugh again, never see those fantastic eyes glow with pleasure, or rage.

Please don't die, Dean. Sam and I, we need you. I need you.

Love,

Castiel.