Life's a Wizz

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Hello my lovelys! I am back, and with yet another story to share! Now, this is another Supernatural Fanfiction- yeah! Who would've guessed (btw I'm joking if you didn't catch that lol)-and it's a Castiel love story, so I'm really excited about it! And hopefully I'll have a lot of time to work on this, though I am working on the Dean love story too (Gunpowder and Lead), so I'll have to try my best to update those two stories as much as I can, without having them totally suck. Anyways, I hope you like this first chapter!!!

"Hey! Get your hands off of me!" I shout with anger to the demons who have just appeared and taken grasp of me.

"Oh, don't say you don't like it," one of the demons snort out.

"Go to Hell!" I spit out through gritted teeth.

"Oh, we have dear. And it's worst than you think. We can't wait to take you there some day. But... It won't be for a while. We still have a lot of fun things planned for you," the one girl demon snarls.

"Oh I'm sure you do. And I'll still be here. Your little chew toy, because you guys are too petty for something else to do," I snap back, laughing, while they cut my arm. Sometimes, the key for them to go away, is to act like them. Because I swear, they don't last more than a few minutes when they have to deal with their own bitchy attitudes. "Oh, keep on trying, but that knife isn't going to make any difference. You stupid demons. You think the way you murder and torture is so clever, but really, it's just a back up. Really, knifes? If you demons are so strong as you put yourselves out to be, than prove it! You really shouldn't need a knife to do all of the work, do you?" I ask, laughing in my demon voice. They jerk the knife deeper, inches away from bone, and I have a hard time not screaming bloody murder. But once they notice that I'm not screaming, they release the knife from my skin.

"Fine slut. But we'll be back," the girl demon says with a smile. She opens her mouth, and out emerges black smoke rising into the air, and zooming through the sky. The other demons do the same.

As soon as the demons' black smoke is out of sight, I drop to the ground, screaming. Shit! They dug that knife in pretty deep! This'll take longer than last time to stitch up! Well, at least they won't be back for a little while, and that means that I have some time to rest up. I always tend to keep my mind busy after little demon attacks like this. It helps me to not notice the pain. As I have a mental conversation with myself, I start mending up my wound. I soak up a little blood with a leaf, then start stitching with a needle and thread. I honestly have no idea if I ever stitch myself back up correctly, because I've never been taught how to. One day I just needed stitches so I had to figure out how to do it. And, my method seems to work pretty well, so I'm glad for that.

Once I'm done stitching the wound up, I pour a little alcohol from my backpack onto the stitches. It stings a bit, but I hardly notice. Then I take out my water bottle and take a swig, before leaning back and resting my head onto a tree stump. The last things I see before I fall asleep, are two bright stars, shining in the distance.

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I awake to the sounds of a few birds chirping on a nearby tree. I lift my head up to look at the sun. Hmm, I'd say maybe 9:30 or so. Well, time to go find somewhere to eat! I've been on my own for about 4 years now. Since I was 17. That's when I had to make "the big decision" and all. So, I've gotten used to being on my own, and taking care of myself. I never have a lot of money, only when a find a job to work at for a few weeks to earn some cash. But I can never stay in one area for too long. And when things get too tight, sometimes I have to steal. But, most of the time, I make sure that I don't have to.

I also carry around a backpack. Just one small backpack that contains all the my belongings. When I left, I took a picture of me and my family, my favorite blanket from when I was a baby (Yes, I have a blankey. No laughing), a necklace that my grandmother had given my on my 16th birthday, and my laptop (and that includes a charging cord. I usually charge my laptop at restaurants and libraries). I also keep a watch (that I hardly ever use, because I can usually estimate the time pretty well), a notepad and paper, a water bottle, any leftover food that I might have, any cash that I might have, and another pair of clothes. I have two pairs of clothes total that I had packed to take with me. I try to wash them when needed at a Laundromat, but I don't really have a lot of money to spare to wash clothes.

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