Lyra whined at someone trying to wake her. She opened her eyes and blinked a bit, seeing a man standing over her. She thought it was the demon again and took in a sharp breath, pushing herself closer to the wall.<br/><br/>Then she heard his soft voice. It was Dean. She relaxed a bit knowing he would help. Hopefully. She was worried if he found out about her being an angel he would just finish her off. She didnt want that, she just wanted to love in peace.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard and looked up at him. "It hurts to move." She whined and tried to shift her weight. "You don't have to help me if you dont want to." Although, she knew he would.<br/><br/>She managed to pull herself up, leaning against the side of the fireplace, closing her eyes right and gritting her teeth at the pain. She caught a glimpse of the little figure she was looking at before. She noticed that it was an angel.<br/><br/>Before he could touch her or her go to him, she picked it up and rolled it in her hand. "Oh god!" She called out as she clenched her wrist that held the angel and closed her eyes tight, a few tears making it out.<br/><br/>Tears? She should have tears. She should be in this much pain. She should be healed. But she wasnt. That demon took too much of her grace for her to be an angel. She was turning human and she was scared.