The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

Whipped into Shape (Part 1)

God help me. God help me. The words rang in my head. A woman bleeding. A preacher screaming. I girl crying and people dying. I shot up in my bed at the nightmare, breathing heavily. I pulled my legs up to sit cross-legged and set my head in my hands, resting my elbows on my legs.

"God damn it I forgot..." I cursed under my breath. I had forgotten the visions I got from being on Earth. Someone was reaching out to people, and I was getting caught up and getting signals. I slid out of my bed and looked back when I felt my back drip. There was blood on my bed. I stepped back, feeling my backside and flinching as a wound ripped open there. I let out a scream and fell to my knees. "DEAN. SAM!" I cried out. Seconds later, the two burst into my room, guns up. My head was spinning.

"Nellwyn?" Dean lowered his gun and moved towards me. "What happened?" He asked, watching as the gash on my back slowly started to heal.

"There's blood all over your bed." Sam said, helping me stand.

"We need... we need to go on a trip." I huffed as the pain faded.

We were researching the next day as we packed.

"One dead. Mysterious holes in the hands and feet. Whip marks on the back of the victim." Sam was saying. "It all took place in a church." He finished, grabbing his bag and closing his laptop.

"My radio got... static frequency from whatever radio that was being sent from." I leaned back in my chair as Dean thrust a bag into my hand. I looked down at it. "I... don't think now is a time for clothes shopping. I haven't grown much, or at all." I looked up to Dean, who was dressed up as a priest. I blinked.

"We're going church mode, 'Sister'." He said as I plled out the nun uniform. I looekd up at him.

"You can't be serious." I said. But then Sam came out, hair combed, dressed like a priest himself. "You... are serious." I sighed. "Alright..." I muttered, getting up and going to change.

The church was quiet when we walked in. The nun uniform was uncomfortable. I had to go to the bathroom. As did Sam. Dean hadn't stopped once since we left the bunker and I was ready to explode. Ever since Mary left, he seemed irritable.

"You said she was speaking in tounges?" Sam was asking.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I know what I saw. The church doesn't want me to blow it out of proportion but-"

"But nothing. I don't care if you want to talk or not, we're trying to figure out what happened." Dean snapped at the man. "Either you talk, or we walk." he glared. The priest cut a look at me. I did the customary nun thing and looked away. Sam nudged Dean, but it was too late. The preist had decided to talk.

"It was the devil's work." He said. I looked up at that. "I know what I saw and I know it's really old time religion to call something 'the devils work'..." He trailed off, a shiver went down his spine. "But I know what I saw."

We made our way out after that.

"So you think it's Lucifer?" Dean whispered.

"I don't think so. Kinda small time for him." Sam shrugged.

"This isn't his style. Too messy. Too... one-person-dead." I stretched my arms, looking at the boys. "I have to go to the bathroom." I said. Sam gave Dean a look. Dean rolled his eyes.

"So what? Your small bladders are my problem?" Dean snapped when we got out of the church.

"Why are you so cranky?" I groaned.

"Cranky?" Dean turned a hard glare on me.

"You have been pretty on edge lately." Sam agreed.