Dear Dean Winchester,
You are the sort of purity that the never mention in the bible. If the saints and prophets had beheld you in your truest fornm they surely would have succumbed to the madness that the faces of angel bring. Maybe their eyes would have melted form their sockets.
You are the fiercest love this world has ever seen, and god help this wreched world, it does not deserve you. When you see the world, you have no illusions of its cruelty, no romantic justifications for the horros it holds, and yet you still have it.
The strength of your soul could knock planets out of alignment, could reform a solar system and make all bodies suitable for life. It could steer a coment and melt it into the softest of snow, or it could leave the comet whole, and watch the screaming ligght as it splits the sky.
The strength of you love could contain a supernova. I would know, i was one once. I was nothing but light and energy, content. But yet i crie din joy as my wings were slowly ripped from my back in service to you because i had not known true love before you cut me open with it.
Yours Truly,
Castiel
