5. Dead In the Water ::2::

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I am so soo sooo sorry for updating late x.x Dell is not a good laptop >_> Hope you guys like this part. :)


I screamed in pain when the creature slashed at my stomach but it didn't get to do much damage once the lights turned on. I fell to the ground and rolled away from it, my arms wrapped around my stomach.

The lizard squealed before diving under the bed, it's sizzling tail turning a dark color before completely disappearing. I let out a sound of relief and fell to the side, still clutching my stomach. Sam kneeled down next to me while Dean walked over to the bed.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked. I rolled over onto my back and removed my arms. They were covered in blood. They always were. I clutched my stomach again and got up quickly.

"I'll be fine. I just need to patch it up."

Dean kneeled down and moved to lift the cover. My eyes widened.

"No!" I pulled Dean back just in time as the clawed hand came swiping out, nicking my shin. I let go of Dean and pushed him back.

"What the hell was that?!" Dean yelled. "What kind of demon takes the form of a lizard?"

I froze forgetting all about my injures. He saw it?

"I don't know Sam but that's definitely new."

They both saw it!Others aren't supposed to see it. It's invisible to others except me. How the hell did they see it?

"Lacy, you have a lot of explaining to do." Dean growled.

But I paid no attention to Dean. I was still freaked out by the fact that they saw it. If they saw it would that mean… it's after them now? My eyes flickered over to the door, closing it instantly. I limped over to the bathroom, the gashes on my stomach really bothering me, and pulled up my shirt to see them.

I hissed at how wide they were. They needed to be sewn.'Damn…'For some reason any injures that lizard thing gives me, I can't heal it. Whatever's in those blades I need to figure it out.

I pulled down my shirt and limped back out to see Sam and Dean standing close to the bathroom; far away from the bed. I cleaned off the blood from my arms and teleported a sewing kit in my hand and smiled sheepishly.

"Do any of you guys know how to sew?"


Dean had his moments. While he sewed up my gashes I told him and Sam all about the lizard creature a.k.a. Demoriel; demon of the night.

(A/N: This is an actual demon name but I couldn't find the description. If you happen to find it and it means something totally different don't tell me. This name kinda suits my Demon.)

Demoriel is a full grown lizard, almost 7 feet tall. It has a belt around its waist filled with many random weapons along with leather pants stained by the blood of his victims. Only one of his hands has blades that are each 9 inches long. Its skin is green with boils and sores all over. Demoriel is one of the very rare demons who already have a form since humans didn't have the bodies for their power. Demoriel has been in my life for as long as I can remember. It just picks its victims, doesn't matter if they have a perfect, normal, or horrible life. If it sets its eyes on you, you're done for. But that's a different story for me.

I may look 20 but I'm not. I'm a little over 3,000 years old. When Dean and Sam heard that, they were very surprised. I had way more explaining to do than they thought.

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