I fell to the ground in a shivering heap. What I just went through was too much. I never wanted to do that again. Or move. Or do anything.

Dean knelt beside me. "Hey, you okay?"

I couldn't even reply. I could barely breathe. Whatever the hell Cas just did was... too much.

"Cas, what the hell did you do to my sister?" There was a slight flare of anger in his voice. I looked up at him; he was standing in front of Cas, who seemed a bit worn out himself.

"I was... attempting to read her. I... I-"

"C'mon, spit it out."

Cas took a deep breath, attempting to gather at least a bit of strength. "I saw... hell."

That seemed to blow everyone's minds. "Hell?" Sam repeated. "As in... hell?"

"Yes. I... I sensed... demonic essence in her."

"'Demonic essence'?" Dean asked.

"And... somewhat... angelic. I... I don't...-" He seemed to be on the verge of passing out.

Dean grabbed him by the shoulders. "Hey, man, stay with us."

"What's wrong with me?" I managed to choke out.

Cas looked down at me, his nose starting to bleed. "You've been chosen."

"By who?"

He paused before uttering, "Heaven. And hell." And he collapsed, Dean catching him as he fell.

Dean cursed under his breath as he laid him down on the bed. It seemed to be clear to all of us that this was seriously heavy. Not just heaven. Heaven and hell.

"Chosen by... heaven and hell." I murmured, still curled up in a heap.

Sam knelt beside me. "Hey, you alright?"

"I'll let you know in a minute."

"But what the hell does that mean?" Dean asked no one in particular. "Heaven and hell? Since when do they agree on anything?"

"I dunno," Sam replied. "But when they do agree, you know it's serious."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Chosen for what?" I asked aloud.

"Hard to tell. But this has to be that prophecy, right?"

"Most likely, yeah."

I started thinking about these powers I suddenly had. What was I able to do now? I was sure there were a number of things I could do. So far I had telekinesis and... whatever the hell that whole "darkness" thing was. Was that like mind reading?

I can't believe I have a sister. I heard Sam's voice in my head. I guess that was mind reading.

What the hell is even going on here? I heard Dean's thoughts. First I have a sister, next thing I know she's part of some prophecy. What's the prophecy even about?

"Guys, quit thinking so loud." I muttered.

They both looked at me. "What?" Sam asked in confusion.

"You should be able to lower the volume on mind reading, y'know."

"You can read minds?" Dean asked.

"Apparently."

"What am I thinking right now?"

Sam gave him an incredulous look. "Dean."

"What? It's just a question."

I could easily read his thoughts. "Dean, why would you call Sam a bitch?"

"Huh. You're pretty good at that."

Sam scoffed. Jerk.

"Heard that, Sam." I grinned. "So. What would heaven and hell want with a telekinetic mind reader?"

"Who knows? Whatever it is, it can't be good."

"Well, heaven can't be that bad. Right?"

They both exchanged looks before looking back at me. "If you're gonna be joining Team Free Will, there's at least one thing you must know; angels are dicks."

I nodded. "Good to know, Dean." I slowly managed to sit up, saying something I didn't really think about. "Team Free Will. One ex blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there." I looked over at Cas, who was still unconscious.

They both seemed surprised that I said that, and I wasn't even sure what it meant. "What does that even mean?"

"Long story." Sam answered.

I could tell he didn't want to explain, and I had a feeling I knew why. Dean was the dropout, and Cas was the unconscious one. So, by process of elimination, Sam must've been the... ex-blood junkie. I just wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to mean. It should've been obvious, but I couldn't think about it for too long without the image of Sam drinking.... It gave me goosebumps.

Then I realized why I had an image of Sam drinking demon blood; I was inadvertently reading his mind as he remembered what he did.

"Oh my god," I murmured. "Sam... you-"

"It was a mistake." He spoke firmly. "Can we move on now?"

I didn't want to move on, but this was clearly a subject not to be discussed. "Okay."

I just stared down at my hands, wondering what else I could do. Maybe Cas was right. Maybe I could harness my abilities. Surely through practice and concentration, I could control it. But god knows that would take some serious effort.

I came up with different possible abilities I had. Could I fly like Superman? Did I have super speed like the Flash? Could I turn invisible like, well, Invisible Girl?

"Jasmine?" Sam asked. I looked over at him.

"What?"

He kept looking around like he was trying to find something. "Where are you?"

"What're you talking about? I'm right here." I held my hand up to signal where I was, until I realized I couldn't see my hand. "Oh, that is wicked."

"Did you just go Invisible Girl?" Dean asked.

I grinned. "Apparently. God, who knows what else I can do."

"You know what you oughta do? Change back."

"I don't know how! I'm not even sure how I went invisible in the first place!"

"Well, try!"

I looked at him incredulously, not that he could see it. "Nice words of encouragement, Dean."

He just rolled his eyes, and I could suddenly hear his thoughts. "Hey! Watch your language around a mind reader, Dean!"

I stood up and started pacing the room. There was no way I could control this thing. If I couldn't make myself visible again, how was I suppose to control anything else?

As I paced, I suddenly saw something standing next to Sam. I had no idea what it was, but I was obviously the only one who could see it. Whatever it was, it was terrifying.

It lunged at me, pinning me against the wall so I couldn't fight back. I struggled in its grasp, attempting to break free. I stopped when I felt a blinding pain in my abdomen.

I heard someone scream, and wondered who it was, until I realized it was me. I looked into this dark robed monster's glowering red eyes and felt sick. It suddenly vanished, and I fell to the floor, my legs going numb.

Everything seemed to fade away, and I realized I was slowly dying. It felt strange. Almost like I was hovering just above the ground. Or possibly the ground no longer existed, I couldn't tell.

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. But I could hear. And the last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness was the sound of Dean calling out my name.

I awoke in the hospital. The first thing I saw, aside from the sheer brightness of the room, was Dean and Cas talking at the foot of the hospital bed, while Sam was keeping an eye on me. He noticed I was awake and approached me.

"Jasmine, you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I've had better days." I managed, my voice scratchy.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked.

"Some... thing attacked me. It - it was wearing black robes and I think it had pale skin. And... red eyes. I - I didn't like it's eyes. What - what did it do?"

"It stabbed you," Sam answered. "It was pretty bad, too."

I scoffed. "Stabbed by a demon. Awesome."

"I doubt this was a demon attack," Cas spoke. "I've never heard of any demon of this description."

"Hey, Cas, so how are you? After, well, what happened at the motel."

"I am fine. Right now, we should be worried about you."

"Well, I'm fine. It was just a little stab wound. I've been through worse. Granted, seventeen years ago, but still."

"You nearly died," Dean pointed out. "The only thing worse than that is actually dying."

"I dunno, there are certain things worse than death. Like... procedural cop shows."

He seemed to take my point. "Okay, compelling argument."

I began to remember something about the thing that attacked me. I vaguely remembered it had symbols on its forehead. "It had markings."

"What?"

"The thing that stabbed me, there was a bunch of symbols on its forehead."

"What did they look like?" Sam asked.

"Uh, pen and paper?"

They found me some paper and a pen, and I started drawing the symbols on the thing's forehead as best I could. "It looked... something like... this." I finished the sketch and showed it to them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean thought aloud.

Cas took the paper and studied it carefully. "This is enochian." He said at last.

"What does it say?" Sam asked.

He didn't seem to want to believe it, but he knew what it meant. "It's my name."

This left us all in shock. Why would this thing have Cas's name written on it? None of this was making any sort of sense.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"Dean, I would recognize my own language."

"But why would this thing have your name written in enochian?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. I am just as shocked as the rest of you."

"We need to look into this," I finally spoke. "Find out what's going on."

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Dean asked me. "You're staying here."

"Uh, hell no. I'm going with you."

"You need to stay here and get better."

I groaned. "Cas, you're an angel, can't you just heal me or something? Angels can do that, right? Perform a heavenly miracle?"

"That's just it. I should be able to, but I can't."

He... can't? "You can't? What does that mean, you can't?"

"I should be able to heal a simple stab wound, but, evidently, this is no ordinary stab wound. I believe it has something to do with the knife that was used."

"Awesome. I'm 'unhealable'."

"There is another way to heal you." Dean said.

"How?"

"By staying here where the doctors work."

I groaned, not wanting to stay here. "C'mon, I don't wanna feel useless."

"You're not useless. But it would be pretty inconvenient if you were to bleed out because you pulled a bunch of stitches. But, you know how we can avoid all that?"

I rolled my eyes. "By staying here doing nothing for anyone because my brother is too stubborn."

"See? Now you're starting to get it."

I sighed. "Dean-"

"I think he's right," Sam interrupted. "That stab wound is pretty nasty, I think you should take it easy for a while."

"I've been taking it easy for seventeen years. I don't wanna take it easy anymore."

"Then why'd you leave?" Dean asked me.

"I don't know! I wish I did, but I don't!"

"That aside, you really should rest. You're lucky enough to be alive as it is, don't make things worse for yourself."

I sighed, knowing I'd never win this argument. Dean really was stubborn as a bull. "Fine." I grumbled.

"Thank you," He looked to Cas. "Why don't you stay here with her, make sure she doesn't, y'know, get up to anything."

"Of course."

"Awesome, you're a peach."

Cas tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyebrows furrowed together. "I don't see how I'm a fruit, Dean."

I tried to hide my smile as best I could, while Dean just looked one hundred percent done. I could see Cas started to understand what Dean meant.

"Oh. It is a metaphor."

"Yeah, Cas, it is. We're gonna go now." He walked out the door, Sam following, saying they'd be back soon.

I looked up at Cas and chuckled. He saw me laughing and looked confused again. "What is so humorous?"

"'I don't see how I'm a fruit'?"

A small grin played at his lips. "I've never quite understood Dean's metaphors."

"So I see. So, you're an angel then. What's that like?"

"What's it like to be an angel? It... it is difficult to describe. I suppose one could describe it as... energy. Pure energy."

"You don't look like the energetic type."

"I suppose my energy is just contained, within my vessel."

I nodded, finding myself more and more intrigued by the whole angel concept. "So what are the other angels like?"

"It depends. Most of them are, as Dean describes, dicks. But some of them aren't that bad."

"Like who?"

He thought for a moment, until he thought of one. "I suppose Balthazar could have been described as a 'good guy'."

Son of a bitch. I knew that name. "Oh."

He noticed my discomfort. "What is it?"

"Uh, nothing. I don't know him. What's he like?" Balthazar was a freaking angel the whole time? What the-

"He was... very sarcastic. He almost reminded me of Dean. Just don't tell him I said that."

I grinned. "My lips are sealed. What do you mean, 'was'? Is he, y'know, dead?"

His expression changed to why could only be described as guilt. "Yes."

"What happened to him?"

He looked me in the eye before looking away again. "I killed him."

Damn. Things just got intense. "Oh."

"I don't like to think about it. Much less talk about it."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

I began to get a headache, which concerned me to no end. "Cas?"

He looked over at me. "What is it?"

"My head hurts." I barely got the sentence out before feeling a searing pain shoot through my body.

I was in so much pain, I couldn't even scream. But, thankfully, it didn't last long. Because my consciousness was soon ripped from my body. And I was in some sort of ghost form.