I'm dead. But I'll stop you right there, I'm not a demon, a ghost, a vampire or any other kind of God forsaken son-of-a-bitch you might've heard of. I'm something totally new. I'm a Guardian Angel. But not in a God's wrath, or a sit-on-your-shoulder type either. I'm kind of like a dead guidance counselor. I wander the halls of Sea-Brook Middle School in Sea-Brook, Connecticut helping the girls and boys who look lost, lonely, or just depressed. I am an un-biased shoulder to cry on, a fierce protector, a defender of the weak. I am also telling a story about two boys. Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh boy, are you in for a story. The story of how I died, and came back, and saw them AGAIN. (Lucky me.)
February 12, 1994
"Dean! Wait up!" A scraggly little boy, about thirteen, raced down the halls toward a hunky piece of ass that had to be his brother. They had the same nose and hair, but one of them was sporting a leather jacket that definitely made me feel all right. He then checked me out and gave me a look that made me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
"Keep up, Sammy! This bastard isn't gonna kill itself!" Wait what? I stopped, and did the stupidest thing anyone could have done. I followed them.
"Don't call me Sammy!" Sammy said in a harsh whisper. They both had knives, wicked sharp ones, with symbols and stuff engraved on the handle. They took a bottle of salt out and made a circle. Ok, now they were just plain nuts. Then, something stepped out of the shadows, and I couldn't help it. I screamed. The thing was ugly. It used to be a girl. That much was clear, but she was flattened, as if she was run over by a train. When Train Girl looked at me, her eyes were hollow, sad and empty. I felt bad for her.
"I'm Jude, who are you?" I asked her. I swear she flickered, and suddenly she was on top of me, her hand on my heart. The pain was unimaginable. Sammy and Dean were screaming at me to get in the circle, but I couldn't hear them at the time. The girl's face looked at me, studying me, her empty eyes searching mine. The pain wasn't just physical. I felt her despair, her loneliness, and her emptiness filling me until it was all I had. I looked into her eyes, and said, "It's not your fault." Before I closed my eyes for what I thought was the last time. Boy, was I wrong…
September 25, 2008
The second time I was on earth was during The Rising of the Witnesses. (Thanks Lilith.) I went after the Winchesters, of course, because that's what I was programmed to do. It was nothing personal. So, I stalked them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The way I had died was so horrible; I wouldn't have wished it on anyone. So, I sat back, and let some other soul do it. Then, they sent us back and everything was good again. Until…
March 21, 2011
I will never catch a break will I? This time, Eve decides that while she causes mass destruction, the humans needed to lower suicide rates. Enter the Kindred Spirits. Not quite angels, so we have emotions like empathy, compassion and mercy, but not quite sprits, so we lack vengeance and rage. When The Do-Good Brothers sent Eve's creations back, they forgot the ones that were of heaven, instead of hell. So naturally, I've been back at Sea-Brook Middle ever since.