What Have You Done To Me?

Sam's P.O.V

She is short. Was my first reaction. Like...5'0" short. But then I noticed what was on her back.

"WOAH LEMME SEE THAT BOW THAT THING LOOKS SICK!" I exclaimed. She laughed and handed me the bow and quiver. Dean still hadn't moved he was just staring at her.

"I...I have seen you before." He said. I didn't care. I was to fascinated with the bow.

"Dean look at this! This could kill like anything!" I shouted. He looked over at it. "Who helped you build this?" I asked. Sarah looked up at Cas, and Cas nodded. She took a breath.

"My friend Tala helped me build it. We were in third grade when we did." She explained. Dean and I both looked at each other then back at her.

"Did you build it to see if it works...or did you build it because your childhood got taken away from you because of hunting?" Dean asked. Cas gasped.

"Oh my god Dean you can't just go around asking people if their childhood sucked!" Cas exclaimed. I snorted.

"Sam you let Cas watch Mean Girls? I don't think my father, the inventor of the toaster strudel, would be to please to hear about this!" Dean sighed sassily. All three of us slowly looked at him.

"You. Watched. Mean. Girls?" Cas asked incredulously.

"No, yes, DONT JUDGE ME I AM TO FABULOUS FOR YOU!" He sputtered out and then sat down on the couch by Cas and started eating a pie. I turned back to Sarah.

"Oh and Dean, to Answer your question...it was jus for kicks. My childhood was...okay." She said.

"Alrighty then." I said. I handed her back her bow. "So you already sort of know us-" I started out but couldn't finish because Dean was choking on somthing.

(Don't you even dare make a comment on this I know what your thinking!)

I turned around. Dean finally gulped down the pie he was choking on with some water. I have him the what the fudge dude. Bitch face. I think that's #29. He pointed the spoon at Sarah.

"Dude why the hell do you eat pie with a spoon?" I asked.

"Don't objectify me. But besides the point I KNOW WHERE I SAW YOU BEFORE!" He shouted. "When I 'visited' Crowley in hell I walked past this room. It looked like a girls room. There were pictures all over the walls of you and some other person..." He trailed off. Cas and I looked at each other. He's crazy. Officially. But Sarah just turned white and dug a picture out of her pocket.

"This girl?" She asked. I looked over deans shoulder at the picture. It was of lucifer and Crowley, and some other girl. She looked happy, except she had blood all over her and she was carrying a knife which kind of ruined the image. She had wings too. Like not your angel wings, which are power full...but I'm talking huge, wings. The tips dragged behind her as she walked. They looked strong too, the wings were as black as night. They were in hell when the picture was taken. "I thought it was just photoshopped..." Sarah said softly.

"Is that Tala? " Cas asked. Sarah nodded.

"But it can't be her..." She said. She flipped over the picture. "She was born in 2003. It says 1996. I mean she looks 13 in the picture, so that would mean she was born in 83, but that's impossible."

"Why don't we ask Tala?" I asked. Cas hit my arm, glaring at me.

"It's okay Castiel he doesn't know." Sarah said. I rubbed my arm. "She ran away in the beginning of fourth grade. She was a foster kid, moved here in the summer before third grade. Was only here about a year. She was 7 when she moved here, that's when we built the bow. I explained hunting to her, she seemed to understand it really well. She was only 8 when she ran. Nobody has seen her since. An 8 year old alone...the police say she is dead, and I'm starting to believe them." She explained. We grew quiet.

"We could ask Crowley...we need a Devils trap though." Dean offered.

"Or we could just call him..." I offered. Cas pulled out his phone and handed it to me. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"What's up?" I hear Crowley say.

"We need to talk to you about a girl. Her name is Tala." I said. He grew dead silent.

"Alright...I'll come talk to you guys. No Devil traps. I'm coming of my own free will to give you information." He demanded.

"Okay." I agreed and hung up. Sarah and Dean were rummaging through her bag.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Somthing to make a Devils trap with..." Dean said.

"No traps." I warned. He sighed.

"Fine." He agreed.

"Hello boys...and Sarah." A voice called.