"What? What do you mean my soul is scarred?" I demanded fearfully, my gaze moving back and forth between Dean and Castiel. Dean didn't look any better. I could tell he was trying not to panic.
"Cas, I thought that souls couldn't be scarred. There supposed to be the purest thing in existence. So, how is his soul scarred?" Dean asked, fighting to stay calm. Cas just shook his head.
"Souls are pure Dean but, they can be corrupted. That is how demons are created in the first place." Castiel explained.
"So I'm turning into a demon?!?!?" I burst out, before shouting out in pain.
"No. Demon souls are souls that have been corrupted. Your soul wasn't corrupted, it was scarred. I have never seen such a thing before." Castiel said, tilting his head to the side slightly as though he was studying me. I stared at Dean. He would know what to do. He has to. But he was staring back at me, the fear and uncertainty visible in his eyes.
"Well, can't you try to heal him? There has to be something you can do." Dean demanded but Cas shook his head.
"I cannot even attempt to heal him without out putting him and myself at risk. Neither of us could survive such a healing." I began to hyperventilate, the panic racing through my veins, intermingling with the pain. It was too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I finally blacked out in an attempt to escape the pain and panic.
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"What? What do you mean my soul is scarred?" I demanded fearfully, my gaze moving back and forth between Deanna and Castielle. Deanna didn't look any better. I could tell she was trying not to panic.
"Cassie, I thought that souls couldn't be scarred. There supposed to be the purest thing in existence. So, how is her soul scarred?" Deanna asked, fighting to stay calm. Cassie just shook her head.
"Souls are pure Deanna but, they can be corrupted. That is how demons are created in the first place." Castielle explained.
"So I'm turning into a demon?!?!?" I burst out, before shouting out in pain.
"No. Demon souls are souls that have been corrupted. Your soul wasn't corrupted, it was scarred. I have never seen such a thing before." Castielle said, tilting her head to the side slightly as though she was studying me. I stared at Deanna. She would know what to do. She has to. But she was staring back at me, the fear and uncertainty visible in her eyes.
"Well, can't you try to heal her? There has to be something you can do." Deanna demanded but Cassie shook her head.
"I cannot even attempt to heal her without out putting her and myself at risk. Neither of us could survive such a healing." I began to hyperventilate, the panic racing through my veins, intermingling with the pain. It was too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I finally blacked out in an attempt to escape the pain and panic.
