Dear Friend,
Despite everything that has happened to Dean lately, he's holding up better than I expected. He's going to graduate soon and I know that he is going to do great things at college, but right now he's still in pain. College was all he talked about before Castiel's death and now, he hardly talks at all.
Sam and I have started officially dating. I'm really happy. We sit together at lunch and in art. I asked him how Dean was really doing and he said
"He's not doing as well as everyone thinks. He's just lost the person he loved and I have no idea how to help him."
We were sitting by Dean's car, waiting for him to get out of detention. Dean had been getting into trouble lately and at first, the teachers let it slide, but then he finally pushed passed their level of sympathy and got suspended for a couple of days. That day, he yelled at Mr. Singer and said he was "just a pussy English teacher" and that he should "go fuck himself" after Mr. Singer asked if he was okay.
"I know it's tough. I'm sorry." I kissed Sam's cheek.
"We gonna go or what?" Dean opened to driver's door and got in the Impala. We got in the back seat. We held hands and sat next to each other. "Could you two get a fucking room with your lovey-dovey shit?" Dean barked.
Sam and I just scooted away from each other a little and Dean dropped me off at my house.
Dean had been getting more aggressive and angry toward everybody. He even gave Sam a black eye when he tried to ask how he was.
I'm finding it harder each day to feel sorry for Dean.
Sincerely,
Charlie Bradbury
It hurts me to hurt Dean, but it makes a good story worth reviewing... *cough cough*