Y/n: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Y/nand Sam , in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Dean : Our turn, Cas! One, two, three- vanilla!

Cas, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Remember Spn episode 6x19 where Dean said to castiel when he was trying to leave it looked like he was pooping LMAO 

that’s MC acting all over 

The Letter left for Mercedes on Mother’s Day. 

It has taken me a very long time to do this, and because I never say the things I mean to say verbally. I figured paper would be the only way for me to make sure you understand me certainly. Pain is a constant and can be perceived in many ways, and when it’s disconnected in the physical sense it becomes an illusion of the mind they say. As a young boy I was terrified of losing you, you had become such an important beacon in my life that I was always so uncertain of what would become of it without you. I don’t think I was ever ready for marriage I just think I wasn’t willing to lose you. And you left anyway. Most people would have gotten over it, that’s fine for them. I’m not most people and you just weren’t anybody you were my soulmate. For a long time, I fought with myself, because loving you will always be easier. But if I didn’t turn my hate on you, I would’ve ended up just hating myself.  

There was never a good enough outlet for my heart break, and I was told that I was stupid for even trusting you. What were I to do? I used the only thing I knew could help and told myself that maybe for a while I could write it all out and wouldn’t have to think about you until tomorrow. Tomorrow turned into days, days faded into weeks, weeks blossomed to months with no relief. School was supposed to be a greater escape and had honestly became my biggest mistake. Simply opening the door to a World filled with women willing to do whatever I say. Mandy, to Sabrina, Heather then Stephanie, and the list goes on each one used in a course of action to replace a gaping hole that was left in my heart with no remorse. I fucked what’s her name to comprehend why you never called. The blonde girl from the Soccer team because I couldn’t self-harm. Britt from the that one night when I lost your bracelet with the little treble clef charm. Busty Brunettes helped to cope with my incapability to travel to LA or Overseas, but when I came I overcame and maybe it was fine to live in a life filled with false hope and dreams because maybe my desire to love you wasn’t really reality. And I hated you. And I killed you in my head. And you got bigger and my ego grew as well. And your face was everywhere but I was never by your side in the red-carpet pictures. And you looked happy but how was that possible when I wasn’t there with you? Oh right. They told me I was stupid for trusting you, and I guess you were right, because either money brought you that damn happiness or another man took you. And who ever the fuck it was didn’t deserve you, he wouldn’t get you pregnant either, that was supposed to be my kid you carried – I thought I told you.

Ownership. A book brought attention and I became somebody despite the small town you left me in to drown. Tears turned into cheers and laughter, popping bubbly at the expensive of my describing your bare ass in blank pages, sorry. I just really wanted your attention, but you didn’t take the bait. One book, two, three books, maybe four? Did I mention I bought every CD? Every song I owned, playing them like it was your way of professing your undying love. Still hadn’t called. But I was still listening because somehow, we were still conversing. And I heard every word you had to say. Praying all the while that the pain rolled away like the tears shedding from a woman who realized that they weren’t you, so I could never give them all of me and she could never have your place. Chipping away at me, it begin to make my day when a pit stop home brought you into my arms. But I hadn’t prayed enough because each time you left with no mention the hate returned until you did. Maybe all this time I just wanted you to tell me you really needed me too. But that fact wasn’t true. Man, I still loved you.

When it caught up to me, the ownership, I made the mistake of placing my all into someone that wasn’t you. Someone I became used to. She was something to tie down, something so convenient. By this point I just wished you let me marry you. By this time I was mess. Beating her because she wasn’t you, by this time, there was no more of the Samuel you knew left. He’d been laying among demons each spirit of the women I used riding my back draining me of whatever was left. The fire replaced all of the love. Life had no meaning; my skies were never blue. The ends of the oceans seemed more promising maybe even my immediate death too. You left me with nothing, yet I was still willing to die for you, damn. Great, still not over you. Now that fact even the angels in heaven above knew was true. I turned the blind eye, but I wouldn’t deny.

Your beauty was captivating, and I told myself you’d come to take me away. Peace. Serenity. Tranquility. My mind was as clear as the picture before me where you lay. With you in my arms I was safe from harm. With you in my arms no woman could put on their charm. In your arms hearts beat as one. In your arms. I’d sworn to love. I still needed you to rescue me like I always had. Though you didn’t have a cape instead you had a trench coat, peep toe heel, and glass of my Aberlour. Funny thing, I was never torn. Not as long as I were in your arms. And that stupid fucking girl woke my love when she threatened you physical harm. I was your knight in shining armor to protect you at all cost was my little secret charm. I wanted you all to myself, to share you was to settle for less. I gave a piece of myself away everyday after you left, but to trace my steps I’d glue them back in place to have gotten you to stay. Didn’t Mexico show you that, my declaration that you were mine and that dude couldn’t have you back? That you weren’t going anywhere, the only way you could walk away is if you told me you was coming right back. Waking up next to you made my heart skip a beat, no drug had ever done that. You smiled, and I swear the sun shined brighter, I told CJ, and that bitch said weed could’ve only make you think that. My sister told me not to take you back. Every bitch tried but I said fuck all of that. To have you back was to heal a soul, to have you near was prayers come true my dear, sincere in every touch you gave. Just a “hello” from you could have made me behave I swear.

I grew cold. Outsiders finding every excuse to take me from you. I loved you and maybe that wasn’t enough. I loved you, but I forgot about trust. The illusion of pain, painted a picture of things I hadn’t seen, yet believed. I could blame the weed but that was all on me. No drink told me to cheat on you. No bitch could compare to you. My baby tucked safely inside, and I rather lay up in that bitch bed then be with you. And it makes me sick because I don’t know what was going on in my fucking head, damn Sam what the fuck did you do? Every flaw and imperfection became cherished tears sheded because I’d rather have them then an empty bed. The hate returned because it was easy to argue rather then lay beside you and look into your eyes. You’d see my lies or smell them on me. I didn’t want anything going through your head. That wasn’t something even I was willing to see. So stupid, I feel like shit for everything I put you through. And funny, they told me I shouldn’t trust you? I am the fuck up but somehow, I put it all on you? My baby looks just like you, that’s all I wanted was you two. All the other shit was done the second you said yes to an I do. The minute my baby breathed life and laid her head against you. Seeing you with her was my dream come true, please come back because I don’t know what to do.

I am dying now, no longer lost without you. I’m losing myself what do I have to do? Let me fix it I swear I’m worth it, no longer doubt me, causing you pain is no longer my purpose. I take it back you are the best, you rest your case. Don’t hurt the woman you love, I now respect what they say. To have you back I’d give you my heart, wrap it up and place it in a case. If it chips again there will be nothing left. I can’t breathe without you Mercedes, suffocating under the weight of my own heartache. I turned your ring into our daughter’s bracelet because I couldn’t stand walking past it every day. The snakes are gone, we can build a tree house in it’s place. No car compares to the cost of your lost to date. Books can’t be written without content. What’s the purpose of this big as house now you not in it? Shit doesn’t make sense, what am I supposed to do. And I only ever loved my baby because she was a part of you. Do you think I can just get over you? Are meaning to show me you don’t love me and that you are really through? Couldn’t see me beside anyone else. Picture perfect, sorry I knock all the picture off the self. I want to be on the carpet beside you he doesn’t get a chance. And I’ll kill him if he ever tried again. I wasn’t a real man I understand, but a real admits his wrongs. And that’s why this shit is so fucking long. Please just come back home.

I’d do anything just to be with you. Sail rough seas, and treach through valley’s too. Climb a mountain, say I do, die too. I know I can trust you. And in case I die, and you didn’t know, despite it all I still love you. You are my everything and I’d always care about you. Know I never meant to hurt you and if I could take it back there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. I know it’s all my fault and I don’t hate you. I was too immature to admit it had always been you. I guess I was oblivious to the fact that I could lose you. And that you’d never come back despite our baby too. No matter the bond you can’t trust me and its plane to see you just don’t want me. And I know I don’t deserve your sympathy. But shit happens, and it happened to you, but you can work it out with me. Stop being angry. We can work this out together you’ll see.    

Sam