"Slowly, floor, chest stuttering, and stumbled back to the bed, dropping down onto it. He didn't even bother to properly pull the blankets or undress. He laid his body on Dean’s pillow and faced the wall that Dean had spent most of his days staring at, eyes roaming for answers.

There were no answers there. It was only a wall; blank and unforgiving.

He closed his eyes, the anger making him cry.

He didn't want to cry anymore, because crying wasn't going to bring Dean back. But the bed felt so empty without him, and the apartment was so quiet without his screams, without the constant reminder that Dean was right there. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, because it was pathetic, thinking that he would much rather have Dean beside him, thrashing in his sleep, than to be in bed alone.

But it was true, because at least Dean would be with him."

"“Wake up,” he whispered. “Wake up. This is a nightmare."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

“Everything with you is a new experience,”

“Married people don’t leave each other,” He whispered, his own eyes drifting shut and then opening again. He didn’t want to fall asleep just yet.

“That’s true,” The other said, his voice heavy. “They aren’t supposed to.”

“I won’t go.”

Everybody tells me I’m wrong, to want you so badly…

“Everyone else in this goddamn world gets to live with the person they love, I don’t know why we can’t,” Dean said harshly, and Cas rolled his eyes.

"I just wanna stay here, with you, forever.”

"But I can't help falling in love with you," he sang softly, almost a whisper..."

"I just - I like songs about love," he breathed a laugh, like it was the dumbest answer he could give. But really, songs about love were his favorite because they had just so much meaning behind them, and that's just the only way that he knew how to explain."

“I saw you, and I knew I would never really say goodnight to you,” he finished on a murmur. “Not really. It just didn’t seem right to say goodbye to you, or goodnight…”

"He wanted to see him again, and he had promised him Friday, which was growing closer every second. Tomorrow. Cas made some embarrassing sound, pulling the blanket over his head.

He was an idiot."

 “Tell me everything; tell me everything about you.”