Saving Lucifer

Soulnapped

Looking around in confusion, I slowly sat up forcing Lucifer to sit back on his heels. His hands went to my shoulders. I winced as he touched the area where bruises should be forming.

"Angel." His eyes grew wide as his index finger pulled against the neck of my shirt.

Immediately smacking his hand away, I glared at him, pushing him off of me.

"What the hell, Luce?"

Concern pouring from his eyes, he scooted closer to me.

"It's not like that, Angel, you're bleeding through your shirt."

Looking down at my blood-soaked shirt above my chest, my focus moved to my arm where blood was dripping down from fresh cuts. Panicked, I pulled my knees up to my chest to look at my feet. They were covered in blood.

"Angel, what the hell just happened?" Lucifer asked as he looked over the blood on my body.

"I don't know. I was dreaming, I think."

"Dreaming? About?"

Staring at my body in disbelief, I went over the dream I had as I attempted to heal myself.

"I was in an overgrown field; it was beautiful out. My mother's voice was calling out to me. I started running towards it... It sounded so far away. She sounded so far away." Glancing at Lucifer as I tried to understand what happened, I continued.

"She kept telling me to guard myself. Keep myself guarded, to close my mind."

Confused as to why my wounds weren't healing, I glanced back up at Lucifer.

"Why can't I heal myself?"

"Your powers don't work here. This is a place for us to come and be at rest."

"Oh." I continued explaining the dream sequence.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he listened to me explain how my mother was pulled away and the dream shifted into me running in the middle of the night, a demon posing as Castiel, and then on the table being interrogated about his daughter.

"Someone pulled at your soul."

"What?"

"For those injuries to actually happen to you, someone was cutting into your soul. You have to keep your mind closed. Close it completely." He stood and began pacing.

Looking up at him, I pressed my shirt against my chest in an attempt to slow the bleeding. My arm was still bleeding pretty badly, so I ripped the hem of my shirt off and held it up towards Lucifer. He accepted it, kneeling next to me as I held out my arm. He gently but firmly wrapped it around numerous times and tucked the end into the wrap to secure it.

Looking down at my now torn shirt revealing my stomach, I wrapped my arms around my middle to cover myself. He stood and shuffled out of the flannel he was wearing over his green shirt and handed it to me. Holding his hand out, I took it, allowing him to pull me up and sliding the shirt over my arms, buttoning the bottom three buttons to keep it closed, covering any revealing parts of my lower abdomen.

"Thank you."

He gave me a nod as he smiled at me. He reached for the neck of my shirt again, barely touching it.

"May I?"

Pulling the neck down just enough to reveal the open wound, he winced at the sight.

"Angel, I need you to completely close your mind. Someone is now searching for your soul, reading your thoughts, and your dreams. That's the only way for someone to break into a dream and take it over."