August 27
Dean,
I realize I've gone longer times without you. If you saw me, you'd probably hit me, tell me to forget about you, and say how you held me back and didn't deserve to live. Dean, you've gotta know that you were wrong. You were so much more than you made yourself out to be. I just wish I was able to string all the words I want to use into a sentence that you would believe. I miss you.
Sam.