November 5, 2030

Dear Cas,

Today is the 10th anniversary of your death. It's crazy that it's been that long, but I suppose it makes sense. In that time, I went to school, you were never able to so I did for you. I became a crime detective and ironically enough, I'm good at it. I never found your killer, there wasn't anything to go on and nobody came forward and confessed. I didn't expect anyone to, but it would've been nice.

I'd like to think that you would be proud of my profession, I know that Mom and Dad are. Speaking of, they're doing great. Mom's still baking a lot and Dad coaches as much as he's able to. As for me personally, my therapist says that my brain has trouble telling apart what's real and what's not ever since what happened to you, but she said that journaling would help. I only go because it's required when you're around so much messed-up stuff all the time. They wanna make sure your head stays on straight.

I've had dreams about going back in time and saving you and accidentally ending up in a paradox. I had them all the time. I still kinda get them now.

I don't' understand the point of journaling, so I figured I'd write to you. I hope you're happy up in Heaven. Or wherever you are, I hope it's a good place.

I miss you so much Cas, I can't wait till I see you again wherever we end up.

Love You, Idiot,

Alex Walker