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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┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ TAN, RESTED, AND READY ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( wishful thinking )
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"TYPICAL." Allison breathes out, taking a seat on the edge of the now empty fountain. Once the owners of the chinese restaurant shut down the place for the day — the three went to work. Allison and Dean cleaned out the fountain whereas Sam looked around, "Nothings here."
"Yes, nothing. We keep a clean place here." One of the owners says, giving them a thumbs up. Sam turns to him, "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation, okay?" Sam places a hand on his shoulder.
The owner was hesitant but did as asked. Dean breathes in deeply and looks over at the other two, "Come on. you guys aren't even half tempted?" He asks them. Sam chuckles, "No."
Allison thought about it, "I don't know what I'd wish for," she shrugged.
"Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started . . . think about it — you'd be a big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence," Dean says, looking at Sam and then turned his attention to Allison, "And you . . ." he pauses, ". . . you'd be living in a small town, maybe with a puppy."
Allison grins at the thought of having a puppy, at the thought of being normal. "Nah, that's not what I'd wish for." Sam admits to his part of Deans assumption. Dean raises his eyebrows at Sam, "It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore."
Dean nodded, "Alright, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?"
Sam looks down at the fountain, his jaw shifting slightly before he says, "Liliths head on a plate. Bloody."
"Damn." Allison clears her throat, feeling the tension rise in the air. "Okay," Dean sniffles and looks into the fountain as well, his eyes landing on something, "What is that?" He bends down. It was a larger coin than the rest.
"Some kind of old coin." Sam says.
Allison bends down, "Yeah, I don't recognize the markings," she says and looks up at them. Dean reaches in and tries to pick up the coin, only for it not to budge. Furrowing their eyebrows, they watched Dean struggle. "Lift with your legs." Sam jokes.
Dean releases the coin, "Is that little mother welded on there?" The brothers locked eyes — both thinking the same thing before turning and walking out the door, leaving Allison standing there confused. "Okay, then . . ." she trails off, placing her hands on her hips.
Just a few minutes later, they return. Dean had a crowbar in one hand with a duffle bag slung over the other shoulder while Sam held a sledge hammer. The owner followed them back to the fountain just as confused as Allison if not more.
