Sammy, who I can see smirking at me from behind his own laptop, has convinced me to start a blog. He says it helps to vent, or some bullshit.

What do I have to vent about? It's not like I'm still salty about the way they left me for dead—again—and forgot I even existed for three weeks while I rot in one of those angelic cells they have in Heaven. Castiel—who is, himself, an angel—found out where I was and had to strike a deal to spring me. Now I owe him, and he owes some nasty cherub.

And the Winchester brothers? They're off the hook, again. As usual. They screw themselves and their friends and then they move on without repercussion-

Apparently I was gut-punching the keys too hard so Sammy had to intervene. He would like me to say that they did try their best to NOT leave me for dead, but that if they tried any harder they would have had to rip a whole in reality.

(Which, might I add, is something that the brothers do for each other regularly.)

Also now a cherub is mad at me, somewhere in the Universe. This day could not get any better. Damn Castiel.

Let me explain a few things, if you intend to read more of these blogs.

1. I am a witch.

2. The Winchester brothers are hunters.

3. Yes, we work together. No, we don't care what you think. Yes, they do reprimand me for the smallest dark spells.

4. I'm useful so they've learnt to get over it.

5. This is the most time I've spent on this laptop without researching spells or lore.

6. I'm somewhat in love with Dean. He knows I am. He doesn't want to date a witch. As if I'm worse than some other unmentionables they've fucked-

Dean would like me to add that they have recognized their mistakes and that they do not need to be reminded of them constantly. Apparently it's not that I'm a witch that he won't date me. It's something about work relationships and that I'm not his type.

Which is bullshit, by the way. I have a beating heart and have, on occasion, been a damsel in distress. I'm distressed right now!

I need to find a new place to write. A corner, maybe. Somewhere they won't be looking over my shoulder when I write.

This was a terrible idea.

I'm never listening to Sam again.

Disclaimer: I DID NOT LET THAT DEMON GO

I DID NOT

STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'VE GONE DARK SIDE

I AM NOT SECRETLY TALKING TO SOMEONE ONLINE

I AM HIDING MY SCREEN BECAUSE I AM SICK OF YOUR CRITIQUES

FOR EXAMPLE, SAMMY, STOP CORRECTING MY GRAMMAR WHEN I LEAVE TO GET A DRINK

I AM A WITCH NOT A SCHOLAR, YOU NERD

-DaeIchor

7. Oh, yeah. My name is Dae. I have golden eyes, tainted by the ichor of the gods. Thank you for reading.