Me and Julio Down by the SchoolyardAuthor:
Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I just like to play in his
'verse. "Me and Julio down by the Schoolyard" belongs to Simon and Garfunkle.Author's Note:
Many thanks to Sierra Phoenix for the awesome betaness!Spoilers:
Post "Season 2"Summary:
While still in jail, Gordon is being haunted by a ghost.
Gordon first noticed him when he was wearing pajamas and a robe. He knew it was a ghost, those kinds of clothes you weren't allowed to wear in prison. Just didn't quite go with the orange. Plus there was the fact that no one else noticed him.
Little things started happening around Gordon: his toilet backed up, lights flickered in his cell, and then his cell door wouldn't open.
Okay, so the ghost was targeting him for some reason. He needed to figure out why and see if he could get some protection runes set up until he could get out and salt and burn the body.
~~~~ 2 Months Later ~~~~~
Gordon slowly banged his head against the wall of his cell. He was gradually going insane. The stupid ghost still hadn't shown himself; he had spent more than enough time in solitary to know its ins and outs all because the damned thing liked to start fights when Gordon was around.
Something started to flicker on his bed. More flickering and then a humanoid shape appeared. It was Gordon's ghost. Young man, couldn't be any older than twenty-three. He wore a bathrobe, with a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers and had short shaggy hair and a smile on his face.
Gordon shot up in a flash, hands going to the salt packets he managed to procure. He looked all around his cell and noticed the salt lines he managed to put down had been smudged. 'Damn, probably when that damned old man and his book cart came by.'
"Whoa! Whoa! Dude! I come in peace, sorta; I mean, I have been haunting you the past couple of months." The ghost had his hands up in the air with the universal 'I come in peace' gesture. Gordon threw the salt at the ghost anyways. It flickered out and then appeared next to Gordon.
"Dude, so not of the cool. I came to talk, and here you go wasting perfectly good salt. I mean, what if you need it later for food!"
Seething inwardly, Gordon got into a ready stance, prepared to do anything to get the ghost to go away.
"See, Gordy, do you mind if I call you Gordy?"
"Now Gordy, a while ago, you were messing with one of my friends. One Sam Winchester. You hunted him down and kidnapped Dean! That's a big no-no. Since becoming dead, my morals have been stripped down a bit, and I figured since Sam helped me out a bit, I'd do something nice for him."
Gordon kept glaring at the ghost.
The ghost flapped a hand at him. "Now, now, keep looking like that and your face will freeze like that."
"Sam Winchester is a freak of nature! And when I get out of here, I am going to hunt him down and kill him like the demon spawn he is!"
"Kill him like the demon spawn he is. Blah, blah, blah! Jeeze, you're like a broken record. By the way, your sister says hi, she loves you, and you also suck for cutting off her head."
Gordon glared. "You have no right to dictate to me about that!! I saved her soul by killing the thing that was wearing her face! You think I took pleasure in that act? She was my sister!"
"Oh, I think you took in a tiny bit of pleasure. I, myself personally, was full of horror when I had to take down my own twin. Was the absolute worse moment of my life. Well, except maybe when I died. That was pretty much not of the good."
Eyes boring into the ghost, Gordon hoped it would go away soon. "Is there a point to all of this? Or are you just that pathetic?"
To Gordon's astonishment, the ghost started to laugh and laugh and laugh.
"You know, I just realized, I never introduced myself. *ahem* My name is Andy Gallagher. You hurt my friend Sam. Prepare to visualize gay porn all day."