SUPERNATURAL. in which dean winchester is pulled out of hell but he's unsure of who or what pulled him out. it's up to him, allison argent, and his younger brother sam to find out. all while fighting off the apocalypse.
SEASON FOUR - SEASON FIVE
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A few days had passed since the raising of Samhain and Sam would not stop talking to Dean about what Uriel said. "It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?"
"Maybe because he's a dick — might have something to do with it." Dean replies sarcastically with a shrug as he downed another shot of whatever alcoholic drink he chose. "Maybe, but he's still an angel."
"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town," Dean points out, "Look, I don't know what —" he stops talking when the waiter makes his way over. "Radical! What else can i get you guys?"
"Uh, I think we're good." Sam holds a hand up. "Yeah? You want to try a couple of fryer bombs or a chipotle chili changa?" He suggests.
"No, we're still good." Dean assured him.
"Where's your pretty lady friend? Would she want —"
"No." Dean said sternly, feeling a ting of jealousy at the waiters words. The waiter took that as his cue to leave and so he did. Dean watched him with squinted eyes before looking back to Sam, "Seriously, Sam. I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?"
By this point, Allison walked out of the bathroom, running her hands along her thighs. She takes a seat in the empty chair next to Dean as he takes down another shot. "Right. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam demands.
"What did i just walk in on?" Allison asks, taking Dean's last shot glass and pouring the burning liquid down her throat. Puckering her lips she placed it back down send coughed, "I don't remember a thing from my time down under," Dean tells Sam, doing exactly as he was told and looking him straight in the eye, "I don't remember, Sam!"
Sam sighs in defeat, "Look, Dean, I just want to help."
"You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is." Dean assured his brother as the waiter approached their table once again for the second time in the last two minutes — literally. His eyes landed on Allison, "Outstanding. Desert time?"
"Uh —"
"dude." Dean was growing annoyed by this man. He leaned on the table, only looking at Allison who started to feel uncomfortable under his stare, "You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme!"
"No extremities, please." Sam says.
"Just the —"
"Check?" He places down the check on the table and walks away. Allison shakes off the weird feeling she got from the waiter and picks up a french fry from her plate; plopping it into her mouth. "Alright," she says, " Where do we go from here?"
