Stella's Perspective

I have been watching Dean tear himself up for two days now. Reapers keep coming but I tell them I am not ready, not yet. I have been a spirit for not awhile but I now how to do stuff like, touch stuff, teleport, etc. But the one thing I haven't found out yet is how they can see me. Castiel keeps coming to comfort Dean. Yesterday Dean yelled at Cas saying how he barley knew me. I think he forgot that angels have been around since the beginning of time. I knew Cas more than I knew Dean. I told him not to do this, not to go to alcohol, trap himself in his room, and to go find a girl. He has done the exact opposite. I have been thinking to give him a sign that I am here. I miss him so much. I want to come back, I don't want to have to go to Hell because Heaven wont want me back after they took my grace slowly and not after the life I lived, especially because I disobeyed Gods orders and all Angels will be executed. CAs luckily wont turn me in. Uriel tried, but didn't. Thank God. Dean has been taking his anger out on Sam as well. Whenever Sam comes to the door to try and feed him, he will cuss at him. I really missed being alive. Once you die, you realize that you took advantage of life and didn't use it for its real reason; Taking care of earth, fulfilling Gods plan, making life, well, not miserable for people. Think about it, people are killing others because they are apart of the LGBTQ+, or for money, or for revenge, for nothing, or just because. People are stealing for themselves. That's what 90% of our world is, a whole bunch of needy ass wholes who think they can do anything without getting consequences. Then there are the 10% who don't take advantage of it, they care, the help others, not themselves, they try to keep our world pleasant. 

   Suddenly and idea hit me. I could use his mirror and grab a dry erase marker and write him a note. I grab the marker while he went to take a shower.

Dear, Dean,

                       Stop it, stop torturing yourself. Go outside, talk to Sam, have a life again. You are not only doing it to yourself, you are doing it to me too. Yes, I am a spirit. I am watching over you like a guardian angel. Please, go out, crack a cold one with the gang, as in Bobby, Sam, and Castiel. I will be there with you. I love you.

     -Stella( her spirit )