Saving Grace

Wishful Thinking -- Women and Showers

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"It doesn't make any sense, guys, I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remember hell if you didn't?" Sam asked irritably.

"Maybe because he's a dick?" I mention as I wipe at Mary's face. "Might have something to do with it."

"Okay, maybe, but he's still an angel." Sam retorted.

"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town." Dean hisses. "Look, I don't know what--"

"Radical!" The waiter interrupts as he approaches our table. "What else can I get you guys?"

"We're good, thank you." I hum.

"Yeah? You sure? You want to try a couple of fryer bombs or a chipotle chili changa?"

"No, no, we're still good." I press.

"Okay, awesome!" The waiter beamed at the infant making noises at him. He stepped away from our table.

Dean curls his hand around Mary's head and kisses her forehead before turning back to Sam. "Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?"

"Right." Sam scoffed.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Okay, fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam says seriously.

"Sam," I scold.

"No, it's okay, baby." Dean reassures me. He locks his gaze onto Sam's. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under." Sam rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you want me to say!" He hisses.

"Look, Dean, I just want to help."

"You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is." Dean snaps.

"Outstanding! Dessert time?" The waiter comes back. "Huh? Am I right?"

"Dude." Dean sighs.

"Listen, guys, you have got to try our ice cream extreme." The waiter expresses. "It's extreme! Be a great treat for the baby!"

"No extremities, please." Sam says. "Just the--"

"Check?" The waiter plops the check onto our table. "All right, awesome!"

"Thanks..." I trail off as I pick it up.

"All right, so where do we go from here?" Dean asks.

"I'm not sure." Sam sighs. "Looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, or omens or portents I can see." I don't bother listening. Dean's hand is sliding up my thigh, and I'm starting to feel the familiar craving for everything sinful.

"That's good news for once." Dean hums.

"Yeah, just the typical smattering or crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check t his out." Sam finally turns his gaze on us and grimaces. I remove my hand from Dean's shoulder and grunt in frustration. "Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." Dean chokes on his beer. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs." Dean shuts the laptop quickly. "I can see you're very interested."

"Dude; women, showers." Dean recites as he pulls out the money for the check. "We got to save these people."

I laugh. "Pig."

"Yeah, you love it." Dean retorts and picks the baby upwards.

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