Dean looked at Trisha oddly. "Crowley, you were saying that you have a portal problem?" Sam asked trying to stop any awkward and unnecessary conversations.
"Oh, yes, Moose. I was minding my own business when bloody Gabriel decided to drop by. Apparently he wanted to escape death and all that, but in his moment of complete selfishness he forgot that he opened a portal into young Trisha's world. Now, my life has been a living hell what with him disrupting my morning tea and her blabbering on!" Crowley took a deep breath and looked at Trisha.
As a matter of fact, everyone in the room was staring at Trisha. She had never felt so exposed, but in that moment. "Um, hi?" Trisha tried to make the situation diffuse by seeming as innocent as possible. After all, it wasn't actually her fault that she ended up in Supernatural.
"Well, Crowley, we could take her off your hands. She could come back to the bunker with us while we try to straighten this whole mess out for you." Sam said.
"What?! Sam, we can't take care of a little girl! Do you know how hard that is?"
"Dean, calm down. She's only a little girl. She can't be that bad.
Oh, great. They're fighting about me now. Why can't anyone in this world just come up with a decision calmly?
"Moose. Squirrel. It's been fun, but I gotta pop out. Toodles." With that, Crowley disappeared from the room.
Dean and Sam stopped fighting and stared at the spot where Crowley had stood just seconds before. They were a bit dumbfounded that he had left. Dean shook his head for what seemed like the billionth time that day and looked at Trisha.
"Well, I guess you're coming with us, kid."