"What?" he asked. "No. Death was the one who did that."
She sighed, as if it was something she was expecting to hear.
"Oh, Death. Always getting all the credit," she said. "I released your soul from hell. Death put it back in your body."
Sam stared at her. She was definitely a demon.
"How do I know you're not lying?" he asked.
"You've been feeling the signs," she said. "Watch."
She flashed her eyes black, and Sam felt the same sharp pain as he had before.
"See," she said. "I'm not a liar."
"You said you've met Dean," Sam said.
Sadie nodded her head.
"Let's go," Sam said.
They walked back to the motel room in silence. Sam opened the door, to reveal Dean researching on his laptop. He looked to the door.
"Hi Sammy," he said. Sam stepped out of the way to reveal the young demon.
Dean stared at her, speechless. "Sadie," he said at last.
"Dean," she responded. "Nice to see you."
He hung his head low in shame. Was there something Sam was missing out on?
"Hello Dean," Cas's voice came from behind. "Sam."
Cas stopped short when he saw Sadie. He stared at her.
"We need to talk, Sadie," Cas said, eyeing the Winchesters carefully.
"Cool," she said. "Let's go."
Sam looked at Dean, waiting for him to talk.
"What?" Dean said at last.
"How do you know her?" Sam said. "I know her because she released my soul from hell, but when did you meet her?"
Dean looked at the door, making sure they weren't nearby.
"Remember how I told you I was working on a case before I came to get you from Stanford?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. How could he ever forget that?
"Well," Dean said. "She was a part of it."
Sam stared, not knowing what to say.
"There was a vengeful spirit in the house they just moved into," Dean said. "Her dad was the first victim. She could tell something weird was going on, and she forced the words out of my mouth. It was terrible to see her in that condition."
Dean paused, choosing his words.
"I mentioned that I also had a brother, and after a couple of days, she gave me some advice. Her dad's death messed me up pretty bad, and she was a lot more serious. She told me to go out and get you from Stanford," Dean continued. "During that conversation, her mom screamed, and she ran after her. She died in attempt to save her mom."
Sam was speechless. That was one brave girl. If only he could've saved his mom. Or Jess.
"But she said she met you twice," Sam said.
"I met her again," Dean said. "In hell."
Sam nodded, understanding. Dean didn't want to talk about hell, so he made sure to keep his mouth shut. Sometimes, he wondered if Dean had ever seen John in hell.
"There are however," Sadie said, standing next to Cas, holding a young boy in their arms. "A few flaws in your story."