Cas liked to count the ways-

And the hairs that had gone astray,

On Dean's head,

-but more importantly,

He woke up and would decree,

The ways he loved thee.

And when Dean broke down,

Crying, without a sound,

Cas would take his face,

With soft fingertips he'd trace,

The face he loved.

When their lips touch,

Dean in his clutch,

Cas would sigh,

And in the span of breath,

Would moan the ways,

He loved thee.

In glittering eyes,

And the world's chaos,

Cas had found a home,

In a broken man,

Fresh from Hell,

Where it began.

And to love him,

Well, let the angel count the ways,

Heart full of love ablaze,

Lips speaking their first and last,

Dean was his beginning and end,

A question asked,

And an answer,

Ending in how many ways,

One could love thee.