Jude opened her eyes and she was in a field of purple and blue flowers, which were Jude's favorite colors. The sun was shining down on her and the breeze was almost too perfect.

'What the –"

'Hello Jude.' A tall man's voice boomed across the meadow.

'This is a dream right? Or did I die?' Jude asked.

'Relax Jude, you are just dreaming. It's been a while since you've actually had a nice dream.' The man smiled.

'But who are you?'

'I think you remember me.' The man said as he walked closer. He stopped for a moment and looked into Jude's eyes. The glow of his blue eyes was entrancing.

'Michael…' Jude whispered surprised.

'It's been a long time, Jude.' As he said this he walked to her and embraced her. 'I know things have been tough, but stay strong.'

Jude was astonished by the actions of Michael. Sure he was an angel, but she never thought she would be so comforted by such a simple gesture. 'I… I don't know what to do...' Jude looked up as a tear rolled down her face.

Michael pulled away, and wiped the tear off her cheek. Jude and Michael's stunning blue eyes met and Jude felt a warmth inside of her that she had felt was missing for too long. 'Jude, I gave you gifts that night. I need you to start training, these gifts can help you, and others. You have a part of me.'

Michael traced his hand to the scar on her rib that he left that night.

'How do I know what they are?'

'You will feel them inside you. Trust me.'

'Trust Me' echoed in Jude's mind as the dream faded.

Jude grunted as she woke up to see Sam on his laptop and Dean watching tv. "God, they could at least make these beds comfortable." Jude grumbled.

"Well good morning to you too." Dean replied.

"So Mr. Smartypants is already on another case?" Jude chuckled.

"Well at least I'm doing something." Sam grumbled as he looked over to Dean as he continued to watch tv.

Jude stumbled up and got the breakfast that was sitting on the table waiting for her. "You okay?" Sam asked in a concerning tone.

"Sam. I'm fine. Well, I just had an… interesting dream last night."

"Interesting as in an actual dream that didn't end in being chased by a demon, or interesting as a sexual fantasy?" Dean chuckled.

"Dean, lets all be clear that the only one that has those kind of dreams in the family is you." Sam smirked.

"And I don't have a problem with that." Dean replied.

Jude chuckled as Sam sighed to himself. "So, did Dad ever tell you anything about me being... 'touched by an angel' and all. Like what for, or anything? Because I'm pretty much in the dark here." Jude said.

Sam looked over at Dean who was giving a look back at Sam. It was like they were having a silent conversation. Dean got up from the couch and walked over and leaned against the wall near Sam and Jude. "Did you have a dream about it, Jude?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, actually." She paused, "It started with me in a flower field, it was a nice change from the usual. And, then I saw a man at the other side of the field and his voice carried all the way. It was Michael. We talked, but then he said I have to start training my gifts. That he gave me some that night that could help others, and myself. He said I would know what they were, like I would feel it. He told me to trust him, then I woke up."

Dean rubbed his hand through his hair and Sam just sat there taking in the information. "You guys gonna say anything before Christmas?" Jude asked.

"Dad told us about the angel, he figured it out by looking at the scar and reading up on it. He seemed so sure, he probably dreamed about it too. He said we had to protect you, that things out there were going to want to get a hold of you. But besides that we are in the dark here too." Dean said.

"So I do have special abilities besides the whole voice of an angel stuff?"

"I think so. I think he gave you his eyes." Sam paused realizing how weird that sounded, "What I mean is that, whenever you feel a certain way, your eyes change to a certain shade."

Jude nodded remembering the way Michael's eyes looked. "But I guess there are other things too." She said as she furrowed her eyebrows.

Jude stood up and started pacing the room getting anxious. Dean walked over and grabbed her shoulder. "Jude, I think you should calm down, this is a lot to take in."

"I'm going to take a shower." Jude said and immediately walked into the bathroom.

Jude turned on the water, but didn't turn it to hot. She used to take cold showers when she was stressed or had too much on her plate after their dad died. It was her weird way of coping. She stepped in and let the cold water run down, clearing her mind.

Jude thought back to her very few memories of her mother, the way she always smelled, her beautiful smile, her comforting eyes, and how she used to sing to her when she was a baby. Her favorite song was Hey Jude, and that was how Jude got her name. She smiled thinking about it. Jude started to sing, something she hadn't done in the shower in a while, hoping to clear her mind.

She started to sing Hey Jude, hoping to get some guidance, and a feeling of comfort, like her mom was still alive.

The water poured down, Jude thought she would cry, but she just smiled. She found freedom in singing such a meaningful song, a song so meaningful she was named after it. Jude never sang full out in the shower, but she thought she should, hoping her mother would help guide her.

Jude stayed in the shower for a long time, thinking. As she stepped out of the shower she felt a new spark inside her. She looked at her face in the mirror, seeing her dark hair and deep blue eyes, just like her fathers, looking back at her. Her face shape, skin, and smile were the features she got from her mother, the ones she was especially proud of. She grabbed one of Dean's old band shirts and some pants and got dressed.

Sam and Dean were still outside in the hotel room. They knew how stressful she must have felt to take such a long shower. They both couldn't help but smile to hear Jude sing their mother's favorite song, the one she was named after.

Jude walked out of the bathroom to see both of her brothers smiling at her. "What? Am I not allowed to clear my head?"

"Okay, so I think we've got something in Heltonville, Indiana." He said avoiding the question, "Mysterious disappearance of a woman named Mary Beth Johnson, leaving her daughter Isabelle alone in their house. But she was already dead, Isabelle found her, walked outside to talk to police, came back in and the body was gone."

"Sounds good to me, I should probably say goodbye to Charlie." Jude said.


The boys dropped her off in a diner and waited in the parking lot. Jude walked in to see Charlie in a booth smiling at her.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a few days, the boys told me about everything. Jude I hope you are okay."

"I'll be okay, eventually. Just got a lot on my plate." Jude sighed.

"I know you are here because you have another job to get to, but please, stay in touch with me. I've never met such an amazing girl before and I don't want to lose you." Charlie gave Jude his cell phone number.

"Just remember, if you need to talk, I will always be here for you." Charlie then took Jude's chin and kissed her forehead. "See you around." He said as he got up and walked out of the diner.

Jude sat there for a moment. She knew this was a part of her job, never to get too attached, because she will always have to leave, but this time was especially hard. Jude felt like she really loved Charlie. No one had ever treated her that way before.

Jude took in a deep breath and stood up, she walked out of the diner and slowly made her way to the impala. The boys were standing outside, as if knowing Jude would be this way. Sam gave Jude a comforting smile, and wrapped her into a tight hug.

"I think I loved him." Was all she said.

Jude then got into the back seat of the impala grabbed Sam's old sweatshirt and used it as a pillow. She curled up and closed her eyes trying to sleep, but only tears rolled down her face, knowing that she just walked away from the most normal she had ever had in her life.

They had a long road ahead of them.