What Have You Done To Me?

Dean's P.O.V

I woke up with Sam staring at me. I sat up and rubbed my neck.

"Dean, you had another nightmare," Sam started.

Oh crap. Did they forget to wipe the memory. Sam can't know about me. If he did he would make me go to a shrink. Or they would treat me differently. He can't know I'm Bipolar.

"Yeah...uh, sorry I woke you up. Did I um, say anything in my sleep?" I asked tenativley. Sam looked at me for a moment.

"No, you just screamed," he replied.

I sighed with relief.

Thank goodness for that.

"Um one more thing, Cas called and he said he wanted to speak with you. Somthing about a possible case in Minnesota," he shuddered when he said Minnesota. Last time we were there Sam got kidnapped right away and I got my ass whooped by a 9 year old with a throwing knife.

"Ah, good ol' Minnesota. Land of Snow and hunters, well, they have a different type of hunting than we do." I said as I cracked my back. Sam nodded. "So what's the case about?" I asked.

"Um, a girl. Cas says she has wings, and she killed a windingo." I looked at him.

"How old is she?!" I asked in bewilderment. Sam took a deep breath.

"Um, 14. Her name is Sarah."

"What's her last name?"

"Um don't freak out, but she might be a little mad to see us...seeing that we forgot her dad and all."

I looked up at the ceiling.

"Awe shit. We forgot Adam. Wait hold up, Sarah Milligan?" Sam nodded.

I got up and threw on a shirt.

"Let's go find our teenage winged windingo killing step-niece, that probably has some demon friends."