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“You’re alive?” Sam whispers, looking down at Cas, those blue eyes piercing through his freakin’ soul. “I thought you were…”

Cas smiles sadly. “You’re dreaming, Sam. I am – I am dead. But…I can still contact you like this. You must be exhausted; you should get some rest. Okay?”

Sam frowns at him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “No…you can’t be. Why…why would you be dead?”

Castiel reaches out, touching Sam’s cheek. “Shh. It’s going to be okay. Dean will take care of you – just as he always does. And I can take care of you, too – like this.”

Sam’s eyes are wet. “We didn’t take care of you, Cas. I didn’t take care of you.”

“Hush, Sam. It’s time to settle down. It’s going to be okay.” He leans forward, kissing the top of Sam’s head. “Please – – relax. For me.”

Sam surges forward, burying his face in Castiel’s chest. “Please – please don’t leave me.”

“Shh, love. I’m right here. I will always watch over you.”

*pulls out Moose Bucket ™️ to hold my feels*