a/n: Song~Nightmare by Set It Off

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Dean goes flying into a tombstone. I glare at Alistair and flick my hand, sending him flying. You probably think I'm a demon blood addict, but I've only touched that stuff that one time in my life.

Apparently, my powers have been here my whole life, just dormant for the most part. Alastair abandons his vessel before Sam could exercise him. 

"Wow, being a ghost feels so weird.'' I say as I look down at my unconscious body. I stick my arm through Dean's chest and let out a laugh. 

''Iris? Get your hand out of my chest." Dean says with a scowl.

"Make me." I say with a smirk. Dean whips around and sends a hook through my face. I blink before walking through him.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. We aren't going to hurt you.'' I say as a soccer ball flies through me.

"We just want to talk." Sam says.

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"If you won't hit the kid, hit me.'' I say before sending a hook and an uppercut at Dean's face. When he tries to hit me, I teleport across the room. Being angry didn't take much work. And I had recently learned to teleport. Why would the spirit realm be any different? 

"You've got to teach us that." Sam says.

"Dudes, check me out." Dean says and punches the demon keeping watch. Alistair points a gun at me and I teleport. Dean wasn't so lucky. Sam was next to go. I however, was smart. I was teleporting non stop. It was tiring, but it sounded better than rock salt.

We concentrate on the chandelier. Come on. Just a little further... Bam! The chandelier falls to the ground.

"Adios b******!" I exclaim before teleporting to the boy's house. Dean and I end up in an alley looking for Sam. I jump back in surprise as lightning hits Alistair. 

"What the hell?" Dean asks.

"Just the opposite actually." Cas says. "We captured Alistair. It's all thanks to you two." 

"Ya, we get it. I'm awesome. Did you really just come all this way to thank us?" I ask.

"Yeah, thanks so much for helping us, Mr. Hotshot." Dean snaps.

"Your welcome." Cas says, completely missing the sarcasm

"He was being sarcastic , Mr. Hotshot. Oh yes, that nickname is sticking around." I say with a smirk.

"Oh. What makes you say that Dean?" Cas asks.

"You were there the whole time?!" Dean angrily exclaims.

"Yes, for enough of it." Cas answers.

"Thanks for helping with the rock salt." Dean sarcastically mutters. 

" The marks we saw were angel wardings. Plus, even angels probably have limitations. For instance, even angels can't save you from your own stupidity. " I reply with a huge smirk on my face. 

Castiel's p.o.v: 

I try not to show the fact that Iris defended  us surprise me. I was almost certain she would side with Dean. I have known Iris for months now and yet she was still a mystery to me. 

"If the winged d***bags wanted help, you could've asked." Dean says.

"You seem to always do the opposite of what I ask." I monotonously say while trying my best to take it personally. 

" Touché. We do tend to do that, don't we?" Iris says. Dean could be annoying, but Iris was different. She was equally kind as sassy. Whenever I look at her, I get a weird fuzzy feeling in my chest.

I don't know what this feeling is, but I like it.