My Storm

1.

"Sometimes things are better left alone.
Admit it.
You care about someone who doesn't care about you.
And no matter how hard you try they'll never see you.
Not in the way you see them anyways.
There's something about you that I'm scared of losing because I know I won't find it anywhere else.
I'm blanketed in a neverending tornado.
Sometimes I find myself in the eye of the storm. But I soon get thrashed back into the winds.
But...
The tornado is gone now.
There's nothing left but barren land, and when I look ahead I see nothing but a wasteland.

Dean Winchester.
You were the Tornado that teased and spinned me around for years. There were moments of clarity when you held me in your safe embrace at your center. But that never really lasted long.
So I just kept on spinning for what felt like forever.
I wanted to stop so bad.
I wanted you so bad.
But I never wanted it this way.
I didn't want my storm to end like this.
I wanted you to whisk me away and save me from my shackles.
And then the tornado would stop and I would be free.
That's what was supposed to happen.
This wasn't it!
Dean fucking Winchester.
If you're hearing this somewhere out there I wanted you to know that you were little too late.
I hate you so much.
I hated the way you brightened up when a women entered the room.
I hated the way you called me your brother.
I hated the way you just easily brushed away all my distressing signals.
And I expecially hated the way you left me.
So abruptly and swift.
You never even said goodbye.
I hate you.
I was never good with goodbyes.
And I don't think I'll ever be.
But let me say one thing."
Castiel leaned closer towards the tombstone. His lips only centimeters away. Clutching the flowers tightly to his chest his choked,
"I love you.'