Wanted

Who's Mikayla Morgan Winchester?

Sam and Dean watch as their little sister trembles in fear with raspberry pie smeared on her face holding a kitchen knife in both hands towards them. "Who's Mikayla?" She ask holding her stance against the counter. "You're Mikayla?" Sam says walking towards her slowly. "Back away!" She says poking the knife in the air. The boys walk slowly in a circle around the counter with their hands raised so she knows they're not going to hurt her. "Just put the knife down." Dean says reaching for it. When Mikayla circles around to the doorway of the kitchen she darts through the hallway.

"Mikayla wait!" Sam yells and they run after her. Mikayla runs through the hallways trying to find a way out. She finds an open door and closes it behind her, stepping back from the door. "Mikayla?" She hears and turns around and Crowley's sitting down in a chair chained up. "You're out the cage?" He says more as a statement than a question. "Who the hell are you?" She ask.

"Who the hell am I? Have you lost your—

Sam and Dean come busting in the room startling her making her drop the knife allowing Dean to snatch it from the floor. "We're not gonna hurt you, just let us explain." Sam says. Mikayla keeps her eyes on the knife that Dean's now holding. Sam gives Dean a face and Dean puts it down on a shelve. "We can go to the library and we can talk, I'm sure we all have questions." Mikayla nods and follows the boys to the library and sits across from them. Mikayla's still in her lace dress from months ago expect it was torn into pieces in different places and went mid thigh instead of the floor. She's dirty like she climbed out the ground again the first time.

They all sit there awkwardly not knowing who should speak first. Sam clears his throat about to speak until Dean interrupts. "You got pie on your face." Dean says gesturing to his own face. She frowns to herself wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "Okay let's start." Sam begins. "Do you know who you are?" He ask her and she shakes her head no. "And we don't have to ask if you remember us because you held a knife up." Dean interjects. "You're name is Mikayla Morgan Winchester. I'm Sam Winchester and this is Dean Winchester."

"Howdy." Dean greets getting a small grin from her. "We're your brothers." She frowns looking down at herself and to them. "You were adopted." Dean answers her unasked question that they were different skin tones and looked nothing alike. "Makes sense." She mumbles. "What do you remember?" Dean ask. "Um I remember just coming up from the ground and I heard a voice telling me to come inside this place. I climbed out just behind here, by the lake. The door was opened and I let myself and looked for some food and that's it."

"What was the voice did it say it's name?" Sam ask. "No, it was like low whisper."

"So you don't remember anything? Zip? Nada?" Dean ask and she shakes her head no. "You still must be hungry so why don't we get you some food. So we can give you some clothes so you can shower and we can get some breakfast." Sam says giving her a smile. The boys get up and Mikayla awkwardly waits in the war room. Dean scoffs as Sam digs through his dresser to find her a shirt. "I can't believe she doesn't remember anything, I mean that's a good thing right?"

"How's that a good thing?"

"Mikayla has a chance to start over. Live a normal life, we can give that to her."

"Wait, do you think she's still a Nephalem?"

"Not sure, I mean we can splash some holy water on her to see."

"I think we should wait this out, this memory lost could be temporary." Sam says.

"You don't think she's faking this?"

"No, she seemed pretty freaked."

"Yeah, with my pie all over her face, I didn't even get to eat it yet and she got to it first."