Cupid ((supernatural/ Dean Winchester))

Chappie Two: Healing Myself

A/N Hey guys,

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AMORETTA'S POV

I felt the blood leave my body, I felt it seep into the ground below me, making it soft and muddy. I felt pain and peace at the exact same moment. Pain of my body dying, the peace of the naturally quick healing that was already taking place.

My human side felt the pain that any full human would feel in this moment, my angel voice, my voice of reason, was trying to calm me down so it could heal me.

The healing process would take hours, if not days, to heal completely. If I were fully angel the wound would have been gone the moment the knife was taken out, but it would be slower for me, another downside. When the wound did finally close it could take weeks for the skin to cover the scars it would leave.

"Need some help with that?" A deep disembodied voice asked, almost sarcastically. The voice scared me, I attempted to sit up in shock, but the skin, that was still sore and bleeding.

"Oh , nope I do this daily." I replied, my returning sarcasim washed up by the breathlessness of the pain and shock. "Once a day I hire some wackjob to stab me in the chest to see how long it takes me to stand back up."

"I don't understand, why would you do that?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused by what I had said. "That doesn't seem healthy at all."

"You're not from around here, are you?" I pointed out. Propping myself on my elbows, I took a better look at my surrounding area, looking for the stranger that owned the raspy voice.

In the shadows I saw movement ever so subtly, but enought to tell me he... It wasn't human. Not demon, the aura was too light to be a demon, demons can't feel love, angles love Him and the humans, this love imprints itself into the soul, and I can see love. This angel seemed to love more than most, the love was brighter, like he was close to someone, like he had friends. That is strange, different, angels don't make friends, they are lonely and sad creatures.

He couldn't be that bad if he had friends, right? I sure hope so.

I sat up further, ignoring the biting pain in the lower part of my chest, eyes shooting around the area. I haven't been moved from my original position but all the noise of the homeless that live under this bridge was gone. There was no longer the glow of the barrel bondfires that were placed every five feet. It was completely dark.

"Some help would be nice about now." I hinted, holding my hand out in a lazy manor. No movement was made moving closer nor further away. Clearing my throat, I shook my hand slightly. "This is me accepting the help you had offered a minute ago, if you didn't catch my hints."

"Oh, I understand." He blurted, I could taste the awkwardness in the air. "Do you want me to do something about that-"

"...that gaping hole in my chest?" I finished for him. "No thanks, I can handle this myself, this asshat isn't the first bloody demon to shove a blade into my body."

"I could do it a lot quicker than you could, you being an annomoly and all." He stated, he said it so quickly, like he had his mind made up about me already. I felt something jerk inside of me and I stood on my feet, blinking away tears. It was a stupid reaction, it wasn't the first person that let me down.

"As you can tell, I am healing alright all by myself, and as far as help you can forget it because you know just as much a monster as I am." I snapped at the shadows, mouth curling into a snarl. "I have a shred of humanity, you, you have nothing, you are nothing, you and your stupid angel siblings are all nothing, and you wanna know why? You don't have a heart or a soul, or anything that you feel the slightest bit of humanity. And your father, he might be real, but he is no Go-"

My voice got cut off by a large hand around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Blue eyes stared into mine, unblinking and full of blood lust.

"Never. Talk. About. My father. Like. That. Again." He growled. If we were in any other situation I would say something about how cute he looked, but not really my style.

Not the time.

"On one condition, tell me what is one thing he has done for us that didn't help him in anyway at all." I bargain, his grip loosened. My feet felt the ground again, and I half collapsed into the strange angels arms. At some point I heard myself whisper 'I thought so' before the pain from the internal organs healing process made me black out from the waking world.

Although I knew I would have to wake up and face the world again, change my life, my name, everything, I let myself get lost it the perfect tranquility of the majestically colorful dream world.