I guess I should give you a little back story about me and my relationship with Sam. We've been dating for three years. I know he wants to marry me some day but he's waiting for a better moment than we've been getting lately.

I met Sam my first semester at Stanford in our mutual Biology class. His friend asked me out and I accepted. Two days later the friend invited me to a party and I bumped into Sam there. For some reason this shaggy haired kid with a blisteringly bright smile knocked me off my feet and I convinced him to get coffee with me before biology the next day. After that I was sold, and now here we are.

A year and a half after I fell head-over-heels-and-into-a-ditch for Sam, I almost died in his arms.

It all started when Dean came by to tell Sam their dad went missing while on a "hunting trip". Sam left to help Dean find John, I stayed behind because I had class. The next thing I knew Sam came back to our apartment and found me pinned to the ceiling, with the plaster burning closer and closer around me.

It all sounds too weird to be true, but a demon was after me. The whole episode was some sick game to entice Sam into hunting, and realizing his full potential (he has demon blood in him, but we're managing it).

See, Sam's mom, Mary, died the same way I was destined to. Azazel, or Yellow Eyes, the demon burned her to death on the ceiling in Sam's nursery. But Sam ended up coming back early and stopped my story from ending the same way hers did. After an anonymous tip went to our off campus security he came rushing back to make sure I was okay, they had told him I might be in danger and they were right. I owe my life to Sam and to that strange guy in a long beige coat who told alerted the school security about smoke coming from our apartment.

I know should worry that it might happen again, but I think the demon got what he wanted without me being dead. Dean and Sam hunt together, though Sam mostly does the research end of the deal. The stupid bastard Yellow Eyes got his chase, and he got what he deserved in due time. Also, Sam does know his full potential, but he doesn't dare push himself that far anymore because the last time it got messy (demon blood is 100% more trippy than meth, in case you were curious).

So it's been three god-awful but absolutely blissful years, in a nutshell. And while I believe most people would be exhausted and done with this relationship, I'm not in the least. I love Sam with all of my heart and I know he will do whatever it takes to protect me. In return I protect him, well mentally. Keeping a roof overhead for him to come back to. A pot of coffee for those slow mornings. Warm food. Hugs, tears, kisses, bandages. Whatever he requires when he (and often Dean) need when they come stumbling in at three AM, the impala parked in our suburban driveway and thankfully not in some shady motel lot.

I keep a picture of him in my back pocket and I wear his mother's ring on a chain around my neck. Someday it will slide on my left finger and we will walk down the aisle, but for now having his fingers curl around mine is plenty good enough.

So that's my end of the story, and hopefully that explains how I'm committed for life to a shaggy haired freakishly tall almost always smiling pain in the ass straight A student, who was originally going to law school full time, but is now a part time demon hunter living illegally with a full time nursing student in off campus school provided housing.

Basically: My confusing but loveable life as a future Mrs. Winchester.