Lyra whined when he put her in the car. When she inhaled she could smell leather and musk. She had to admit, it did smell good.<br/><br/>She looked over at him as he started the car and give him a gentle smile. "Thank you."<br/><br/>Once again she thought about just telling him, but she was afraid of what his reaction would be, so she pretended to play it off like she was an innocent human, which she nearly was now.<br/><br/>"Do you know what that thing was that attacked me? He had black eyes and just vanished after he nearly killed me." She held her arm across her side and leaned against the door.<br/><br/>She looked down at some of her cuts and while they were slowly healing, they were still quite deep and probably needed stitches. She sighed, upset about her pain, what she had gotten herself into... And now she was injured and trapped in a car with Dean Winchester. He wasnt known to be friendly to angels, except for Castiel.