I was his angel. I knew from the moment that I brought him back from Hell that my heart belonged to this screwed up, beautiful hunter.
Of all the things he's seen, all the monsters he's fought, he had one good thing in his life: me.
At night while we slept he clung to me like I was all he had. Well, maybe I was.
His brother and only friend in life was left with no soul, and he was either always gone or always acting like he was. So, we stayed together.
He is all I want, all I need. Whatever we do, wherever we are, I am truly happy, because he is mine.
God is dead. Heaven is in anarchy, but that's all right. I have my hunter by my side.
Being with him is all I could possibly ask for. He is my heaven. And... I love him.