Dean opened his mouth but before he could speak I interrupted him.
"I feel something stupid coming on," I said. He shot me a glare.
I looked to the heavens as I walked in on Sam and Dean fighting and failing.
"God give me the strength to deal with these idiots," I murmured before joining the fight.
"Do you even have powers?" the demon asked as she pointed my gun at me.
"Nope, no powers, but I can skip reasonably well," I replied.
"You're making me go back to school," I cried. Dean nodded.
"You don't get it Dean. Don't you remember? School is Hell with fluorescent lighting."
"Oh my gosh, Arisa, are you hurt," Castiel exclaimed. I fixed him with a look.
"No Castiel, I'm just bleeding for fun," I snapped. He looked at me confused and I rolled my eyes.
"Sam, Dean, remember as far as anyone here knows we are a nice normal family."
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked me. I rolled my eyes.
"Staring at you of course," I replied.
"Thank you Caption Obvious," Dean snapped. I looked at him.
"You're welcome Lieutenant Sarcasm."
"Dean, one day I will be a ghost and you are number one on my haunting list," I told him with a glare.
"Dude Arisa, did you eat my last piece of pie?" Dean asked angrily. I looked at him.
"Nope, must have been my evil twin," I replied crumbs falling off the corner of my mouth.
"So what do you think?" the demoness asked. I looked at her.
"Well my inner adult thinks you're a bitch but my inner child thinks you're a big poopie face."
"I'm afraid history is repeating itself," Castiel explained.
"Dude, if history's repeating itself I am so getting a dinosaur," I exclaimed. They all just looked at me.
My cell rang and I answered as I slashed at a demon.
"Oh hey Bobby," I greeted spinning around and stabbing another demon.
"Hey, what are you doing," he asked.
"Oh I'm just caught in a vortex of unspeakable evil, you?"
"Fight your demons," Castiel ordered.
"Dude, I stopped fighting my personal demons a long time ago. We're on the same side now."
"You fell for me didn't you?" Castiel asked. I shook my head.
"No you tripped me," I replied.
"Castiel, do you have it," I asked.
"Are you really asking me that question?" he replied. I was tired.
"No Cas, I called to flirt," I snapped.
Do people react that way just because you're a hunter or is it just you?" Castiel asked tilting his head.
"I like to think it's me," I replied cheerfully.
"It's so freaking hot in here," Dean complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?" I asked with a smile. He shot a glare at me.
"Wait you have secret evil plan?" Sam asked surprised. I looked at him.
"Everyone should have a secret evil plan," I responded.
"I love my life and the ones in it," I stated crossing my arms with a triumphant smile.
"Really," the demon asked arching an eyebrow. I thought about it for a moment.
"Oh wait no I don't," I sighed.
"I am going to take over the world," the demon yelled.
"Yeah see, I would agree only then we'd both be wrong."
"Have you ever done anything illegal?" the cop asked.
"Define illegal," I replied.
"You can't do that," Castiel argued.
"Cas, if it wasn't for physics and law enforcement I would be unstoppable."
"Cas, stop taking life so seriously, no one gets out alive anyway," I told him.
"You know someone should really stab you in the eye with a really hot French fry," I told the demon as he stalked around me.
"Dean, if I could punch you without getting in trouble with dad, I so would," I told him. He just smirked.
"Are you doing ok," Cas asked. I looked down at the knife sticking out of my stomach.
"I'm doing great," I replied sarcastically.
"Arisa," Castiel's voice rumbled. I turned with my hands raised.
"I'm innocent," I started, "Kinda."
"Look chick, I have the heart of Gryffindor and the tongue of Slytherin so just shut the fuck up," I snapped at the demon.
"Hey Dean," I welcomed. He grunted.
"Well aren't you just one big freaking ray of sunshine."
I looked at Dean as he complained.
"Let me see," I said pretending to think, "Nope, sorry, my give a craps broken," I told him cheerfully.
"Why can't you have more tact?" Sam asked whirling on me. I stayed calm.
"Sam, tact is for people who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic."
"I'm going to kill you," the demon growled.
"Actually I have a thing to go to so could you kill me later?" I asked.
"You can't do that," Castiel said.
"Cas, telling me I can't do something is like begging me to prove you wrong," I replied.
I looked at the demon with a hate filled eyes.
"I cannot formulate an expression using tangible words from any language that would even begin to express how much you piss me off," I told him.