I am what you would call an 'unreliable narrator'. Sammy taught me that.

So while I'm telling you my truth, or really anything at all, you can't be certain that it is true. Especially because this is a personal blog. I could tell you anything. Whether it's true, or just true to me, or a complete lie. You don't know any better.

So everything is true, right?

I am in love with Dean. He and Sam are my dearest friends. There are angels. Most angels are dicks, but one of them, Castiel, is much less of a dick because he's a little in love with Dean, too. The King of Hell is named Crowley and we have him on speed-dial. God writes terrible books about our lives, and is a cult-classic author.

It's all true.

You allow it to be true.

I allow it to be true.

Damn, Sam has ruined my life with this. I'm worried about every word I write. I'm hyper-aware of it all. I'm not lying to you!

But you'll never know that for sure.

I could make up some random story about how Dean confessed his love—Wait, I actually could. People do that. I mean, it's weird. It would be weird, right?

…...

Don't tell Dean.

One night at a hunt the gorgeous Dae, with her hair flowing softly in the wind, completed yet another ritual to save the ass of her handsome fellow hunter.

"There." She grinned, her golden eyes shining in the moonlight as she looked down at Dean. "All sealed."

Dean sat across a recently re-dug grave. He was injured, his shirt ripped open to expose his toned mid-section. Sweat glistened on his skin. His hair was swept back, probably in need of a haircut soon. "Good job, Dae. You kicked ass."

"Yes I did. Thanks for finally noticing." Dae skipped around the grave. If they hadn't sealed away the souls of the recently dead, the corpse below would be clambering for a bite of flesh.

Dean opened his arms and Dae laid herself across his lap, her head cradled against his neck. Dean sighed, content.

"You know, Dae, this time I've spent hunting with you? It's been a hell of a lot more fun than I thought it'd be. I'm glad you're here with me."

"Oh, Dean. That's so kind of you. Really, I'm just trying to do the right thing here."

Dean held her in his arms, tightening his embrace. "I mean it. You're incredible."

Dae smiled against his damp skin, breathing him in. He smelt of sweat and earth, in the best way. "You know I love you, right? I really, really do."

"I know, Dae." Dean was silent for several moments while they sat under the night sky. Then, almost in a whisper, he told her the one thing she'd always hoped to hear him say. "I love you too."

And then he would get all cute and embarrassed for a minute before he would become his usual "I'm a big manly man" self again.

I think I would die.

I think I would actually just die. He could roll me over and leave me in that grave I would be so dead from happiness and just utter shock.

So, if anyone asks, that's what happened. Total truth.

And our little secret, okay?

Thanks. I know I can always count on you!