Hells Bells

And I Hope You Remember Me

"It's a case I swear to god." I smacked my hand on the table in the diner.

"Mental patients suddenly forgetting where they've been for the past five years and then killing themselves hardly qualifies as a case." Sam shoveled salad into his mouth.

"Just because they have mental issues doesn't mean it's okay for them to just forget five years of their life." I tried to explain.

"I'm going to have to agree with Sam on this one." Dean set his burger down on his plate, drinking his soda.

"Why? You have no legitimate reason to say this isn't a case." I argued, looking at my empty place mat because the waiter had failed to bring over my drink and burger. "Hey Filipe! Where is my burger and Pepsi!"

"I'm sorry ma'am it'll be right over." He apologized, running over to the soda fountain.

"Okay so how many times have I went along with jobs that don't seem like it's anything," the waiter set the cup of Pepsi next to me. "And now you're arguing with me over driving not even a hour away to check this out, people are dying." I pulled an ice cube out of the glass throwing it on the table. They looked at each other for a second then shook it off. "And people are dying and when people are dying we help, so why can't we go check this out?" I continued to pull every ice cube out and set them on the table in a big melting pile until there was none left in my cup.

"Okay, I gotta ask." Dean sighed.

"What?"

"Why did you just take all the ice out of your cup?"

"Oh simple, I hate ice."

"It's the same as water." Sam interjected.

"No, it's cold and hard and it melts and that creeps me out. It's just not natural." I shook my head in disgust.

"Glaciers." Is all Sam said.

"What?"

"You know, those giant mountains of ice that move a foot every couple of hundreds of years." Dean explained.

"Oh my," I gasped in horror. "Are they common? Am I going to see one in real life?" Sam shook his head and gave me the same look he always does. "I've known you guys for how long? Like a year. How have you not seen me do this?"

"You always drink coffee."

"That's very true." I took a sip of my Pepsi.

"What about iced coffee? How do you feel about that?" Dean asked.

"Don't you mean cold coffee." I raised an eyebrow. "It's only iced if you put ice in it."

"I swear she gets weirder every day." Dean tried to whisper to Sam.

"Here you go." The waiter set the burger in front of me. "Sorry for the wait."

I picked it up, seeing that it was not a brown burger that I loved, it was white. "Filipe!" I screamed, calling him back over.

"Uh my name is Fred." He pointed to his name tag.

"Do I look like the kind of person who wants a veggie burger?" I asked.

"Uh-uhm I-I don't know you that well. I know you like to yell." His hands were shaking.

"Does someone who yells a lot typically want a veggie burger?"

"Uh, no ma'am." He picked up the plate. "I'm so sorry." He ran back to the kitchen.

"So can we go or not?" I asked.

"Fine, if you shut up." Dean countered.

"Yes, let's go now." I stood up.

"Eating." Dean held his burger up. I sighed loudly and went over to a couple guys playing darts.