Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

I open my eyes and find myself in darkness, laying on my back, my hands by my side. I cautiously extend my arms and my hands meet silky padding. I realize I'm in a coffin, buried in my grave.

I pound on the top of the coffin and try to scream, although only a hoarse whisper comes out. I'm panicked, unsure of whether or not someone would find me. I hear footsteps and pound harder.

"What the hell?" I hear a male voice exclaim.

"That's probably not a good thing," comments a second male voice.

"Let's dig it up and kill it, then."

I hear footsteps walk to my grave and start digging. When I hear the shovel dig into the ground, I stop beating the coffin. My palms grow sweaty with anticipation and my heart pounds loudly in my ears. I have a peculiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know it isn't fear, but I can't quite place it.

When I begin to hear their breathing, I work my way onto my stomach and press my back against the coffin lid. I mentally count to three and push against the lid with all my might.

The coffin lid lifts about an inch and I hear someone yell in surprise as loose dirt pours into the crack, causing me to slip, closing the coffin lid. I inhale and start coughing from inhaling dirt. I hear a thump as another one jumps into my grave.

The two men grasp an edge of the coffin lid.

"On three?" the second male asks.

The first male counts to three. When he says "three," they pull on the coffin lid as I push from the inside.

The coffin slides open and I stand up. Before I have the chance to say anything, a green-eyed, approximately six foot tall man shoves a gun in my face and demands to know "what" I am while a taller male bearing a slight resemblance to the gunman watches on.

"Last time I checked, I was human," I say, slightly confused.

"Yeah, because humans just come to life six months after they've died in the same cemetery where Sam and I just happen to be," the shorter male angrily comments.

"I don't even know who you two are!" I exclaim heatedly. Then an idea slowly dawns on me.

"You two must be hunters," I say.

A look of surprise crosses their faces, though the gunman doesn't lower his gun any.

"How do you know about hunters?" he asks.

"I went hunting with a family friend a couple times. I helped take out a vampire nest. I killed a few vamps, mostly just as backup. Apparently I did well enough to be offered a second hunt two months later involving demons. I killed a lot of people in that one, but it wasn't enough and we had to bail. That's actually how I died," I add. "We were driving far too fast and we didn't see the curve until we were flying into the trees on the other side of the white line."

Slightly less intimidating looks cross Sam and the gunman's faces.

"Dean, maybe we should check before we shoot her," suggests Sam. "She is a hunter after all."

Dean glances at Sam, silently sighs, and nods toward me. Sam pulls out holy water, salt, and a silver knife out of his pocket and approaches me. I hold out my arm and Sam pours holy water and salt on my hand. I wince slightly when he runs the silver blade across the back of my hand. Sam looks at Dean and sighs.

"She's clean."

Dean puts his gun away.

"So who are you guys?" I ask.