Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters
September 10th, 2009
I have been advised by a friend, Bobby Singer, to begin keeping what he calls a "Hunter's Journal", though I'm not entirely sure as to what I am expected to write. Well, journal is just another word for diary, so it's a start. Let me begin by saying that I have officially been hunting for almost a month now, ever since I came to this dimension with the boys. By boys, of course I mean the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean, two well recognized names in science fiction television in the world that I used to call home, but here, two unknown boys who have dedicated their lives (albeit somewhat unwillingly) to protecting the innocent (or as innocent as people can be) from the paranormal and evil forces which seem to lurk around every corner in this place.
I met Dean and the Angel Castiel back in June, when they appeared in my living room after crashing through the window and raiding my fridge. Apparently, they had awaken on the roof of my apartment building a few hours before I had arrived and seeing as my apartment was closest to the top, and the only empty one they could see, they decided it was the perfect place to plan their next move. They had no idea where they were, nor any recollection of how they came to be there. They enlisted my help, as I knew much more about the area then they did and I was able to leave my building without being mobbed by crazed fans.
Over time, I formed a bond with these boys and was invited to return with them. I had been a huge fan of the show in my own world, so I jumped at the opportunity to experience it first-hand. Also, I had just been through a very trying ordeal that I refuse to go into detail about. Bottom-line, I had lost several people who were very important to me and was not having a very easy time moving on with my life. It was difficult to leave behind my old life and old friends, but after careful consideration I decided that it was imperative that I seek a fresh start somewhere no one would know who I was or what I'd been through. So, with the blessings of my oldest and dearest friends, I was off to start my new adventure.
Since coming back, I have officially joined my companions in their mission against Lucifer. They have affectionately dubbed our side "Team Free-will"; a term used as both Dean and Sam have been informed that they are supposed to be vessels for the Angels Michael and Lucifer, though neither one is okay with it. What is a vessel? Well, really it's just a fancy term for a human meat suit that the Angels ride around in, but only after the person has given said Angel permission to do so. That's what makes it different from possession by Demons, though I'm sure these people have no idea what they're in for when they say yes; it's like signing up for something online, since no one ever reads the terms and conditions agreement first, they just click yes and possibly suffer the consequences later (though, spam emails are not nearly as bad as the possibility of death, or worse).
Sometimes I think about Castiel's vessel and I feel bad for the guy. Jimmy Novak had to leave behind his wife and child, and I'm actually not entirely certain that he's even still alive in there. Cas is a nice enough guy though, and I know he didn't mean for any of this to happen. He was just being a good soldier, following orders, not questioning the big picture. He gets it now, the reason the Winchesters refuse to give in, refuse to back down. He understands what it is that we're all fighting for: Humanity. We deserve a chance, and if that means pissing off a few angels and demons in the process, so be it. There is no way that we'll let half of the human population just die, not without a fight at least. Cas is fighting with us, because he believes in our cause; because he believes in the boys. We all do, though sometimes I think that's only because we have no other choice.
Dean has been showing me the ropes; from a simple salt and burn to using the Demon Knife (he "found" some dummies for me to practice on, though I have had to actually use it once or twice in real life). Bobby has been helping me to catch up on my monster research, and there is SO much that I didn't know. It's a little overwhelming at times, but it is oh so fascinating as well. Sam's been helping me with my Latin, so that I can perfect my exorcism incantations. My pronunciation is horrible, though I am improving. Cas has even given me a few pointers, allowing me to handle his Angel Blade so that I could get a feel for it, if the moment ever should arise when I would need to gank a feathery-foe. It's all been very instructive, and these lessons have saved my life numerous times in the field. I think everyone is finally starting to see me as the genuine article; in fights, they're starting to back off more and more, and now they hardly ever jump in to my tussles, allowing me to finish off whatever it is at the time by myself.
As Dean keeps reminding me, I am no where near ready to go off on a solo mission, but I'm getting close. I love these guys to pieces, I really do, but sometimes I think they just need to take a break. I can't wait for the day when I'll be able to do that for them. I hope it's soon.