Don’t imagine Dean sitting in the impala listening to the mix tapes he gave cas, as he cries missing his angel realising how much he loves him
Don’t imagine cas coming back lost and confused and broken just trying to find dean
Don’t imagine sam having to hunt alone because Deans too distraught and can’t move from his bed
Don’t imagine dean sat sharpening his weapons vowing to kill lucifer in the name of castiel
Don’t imagine cas’ face as he staggers to the destroyed bunker that’s been repaired enough that the boys can just about live in it, thinking that the Winchesters are gone
Don’t imagine Deans face as he sees a man with dark hair and a trenchcoat from behind as he runs to him and it’s not cas
Do imagine Deans face when he sees cas for the first time since the end. And he pulls him in close and just tells cas he loves him
Do imagine cas getting confused at Deans outburst to find out that he was dead for a lot longer than he realised.