The guys brought me to a baseball game earlier tonight. It was Castiel's idea, really. He'd never been to one, heard that there were angels in the outfield, and practically demanded to go see them for himself. He needed to inform them that using their angelic strength for sports wasn't fair, and thus not what their father would have wanted.

Side note: did you know that God himself wrote the Supernatural book series? I know. Talk about unfair advantage, right?

Well if He had written about the game He would have written about the all out fist fight Dean got into between the sixth and seventh innings. I'm not entirely sure what happened but this is what I learnt:

I asked, "Dean, what was that all about?" As I was tenderly treating his bloody knuckles, he refused to look at me, his left fist curled around the neck of a beer.

"Those guys were being jackasses. Don't think about it too much." He replied around a sip of bitter intoxication.

"It's kind of my job to worry about you boys." I smiled, because my smile is always on point so he totally digs it."Did they say something to you? You just followed them out to the parking lot and-bam!"

He was moody and silent for a long time. I used to get annoyed at the random pauses the Winchesters take, but they happen so often I've mostly gotten used to them. Mostly. Those boys are a fucking mess sometimes, I swear.

When I finished with his knuckles and started on his face, his gaze locked onto my concentrated eyes. I could see it. I'm not exaggerating this time. It was a moment, and I was scared to breathe in case I destroyed the bubble I was in.

He said, "They were talking about you and I didn't like it. I told them they should stop, and they told me to mind my own fucking business. They deserved everything they got."

"We tell people to mind their own fucking business all the time." Well, I do. Dean has never punched me in the face for it.

"They deserved it, okay?" He said louder. His eyebrows do the most wonderful things when he's angry, and his jaw clenches.

Did I mention I'm in love with him? I'm sure I did.

Here's the thing I'm obsessed with: Dean Winchester attacked some guys for talking shit about me. He defended my honor! My face is glowing right now, and it's not because of a spell this time!

This is me: :D

Okay, so it's not a confession of love or respect or anything close to admiration. Any one of my close friends would have done the same thing. Well, maybe not the EXACT same thing. Dean has his own way of doing things.

So while I was explaining to Castiel why singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" is a tradition, Dean was watching my back. This time it wasn't from a demon or a ghost or some weird new supernatural thing. It was just some annoying humans. Still, I'm very grateful. I'm blushing. I'm excited for my revenge to be enacted.

See, while Dean bruised them up a bit, they were a lot bigger than him. I didn't even think that was possible for anyone but Sam! I was mad and wanted to make sure that those assholes were messed up more than they messed up Dean, so I slipped some hex bags into their pockets.

If Dean had told me sooner what they were saying, what he wanted to do, I could have stepped in before they bloodied his nose. I could have had more fun with our revenge. I could have taken care of things much differently.

Instead I missed the end of the game to make my hexes, and then stalked the group of assholes to the bar around the corner unnoticed. I'm probably too good at what I do... Just kidding.

Oh, don't worry! They're not going to die or choke on their own blood or have their wives slowly go mad and bash their skulls in with the nearest blunt object...

I'm less...mean...thanks to the Winchesters.

The hex I gave them will decay after several weeks of making everything they eat taste like dirt sprinkled with ash and viscera.

I'm a much nicer person, nowadays.

After the confrontation, Dean had to stay outside the fence of the field, and I had to be the designated driver. Castiel refused to leave until the game was over. We couldn't leave him behind.

Also I needed time to work my magic, so it sort of worked out?

I'm tired. Tomorrow we hunt down a case to take our minds off of things. Maybe a ghost hunt will cheer Dean up. I can only hope.

Thanks again for reading, and for the feedback. I didn't think anyone would actually read my blogs!

Once again, I am Dae. I work with the Winchesters. I'm a witch, and damn proud of it.

Don't fuck with me.

Update: Dean made me take the hex bags back. Apparently I'm not allowed to fight my own battles.