The Curse of Sight

08

[Wishful Thinking]

Sam, Dean and Haven were sitting at a table. Dean was downing shots.

Sam frowned. "It just doesn't make any sense, Dean, Haven. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't? Why would he tell me to ask you about your past?"

"Maybe because he's a dick," Dean guessed. "Might have something to do with it."

Haven pursed her lips. "Perhaps he just likes to pry in other people's business."

Sam glanced between them, shocked at Haven's sudden angry tone. "Maybe, but he's still an angel."

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

A cheerful waiter walked up to their table. "Radical. What can I get you guys and lady?"

"Uh, I think we're good," Sam replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?"

"No, no, we're -- we're still good," Dean answered, shooting the waiter a look, not liking his eye on Haven.

"Okay, awesome."

Dean turned to his brother. "Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?"

"There's nothing to say," Haven deadpanned.

"Right," Sam said.

"What?" Dean and Haven asked.

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time downstairs." He turned to Haven. "Tell me growing up was a happy time."

Haven stared into Sam's eyes. "Growing up was a happy time."

"I don't remember a thing from my time down under," Dean told his brother, earning a look. "I don't remember, Sam!"

Sam looked at them. "Look, Dean, Haven, I just want to help-"

"Well, you can't," Haven muttered.

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

The cheerful waiter returned. "Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?"

"Dude."

"Listen, bro, little lady. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme."

"Uh, no extremities, please," Sam replied. "Just the-"

"Check? All right, awesome."

"Thanks."

After the cheerful waiter walked away, Haven clasped her hands together and asked, "All right, so, where do we go from here?"

"I'm not sure. Uh, it looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see. And Haven, you haven't gotten any flashes."

"Yeah, good news for once," Dean said.

"Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out." He turned his laptop. "Uh... Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." Dean choked on his beer. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested."

"Women, showers. We gotta save these people."

They made their way to Concrete, Washington and Dean dropped Sam and Haven off tin front of Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant.