Heaven and Hell

Wishful Thinking

BAR - NIGHT

The three Winchesters are sitting at a table, Dean is down shots while Ellie is staring at her beer bottle. Sam leans forward looking at his brother and sister. 
"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?" Sam asks.
"Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do it." Dean says. 
"I second that." Ellie pipes up. 
"Maybe, but he's still an angel." Sam explains. 
"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what -" Dean starts but is interrupted by a very cheery waiter. 
"Radical. What else can I get you guys?" He asks the siblings. 
"Uh, I think we're good." Sam states.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chilli changa?" He asks again with a big grin, Ellie raises her eyebrows at the waiter in amusement. 
"No, no, we're -we're still good." She says. 
"Okay, awesome."
"Guys, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" Dean states, Ellie looks at him with a fed up expression as she knows he is lying. 
"Right." Sam mutters. 
"What?" Dean asks.
"Okay. Fine, Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam says. 
"Sam-" Ellie sighs. 
"I don't remember a thing from my time down under. I don't remember!" He snaps looking Sam in the eyes. 
"Look, Dean, I just want to help." He explains. 
"You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is." Dean shrugs, Sam turns to his little sister who is sitting back in her chair looking at her beer bottle again. 
"You've been awfully quiet." He remarks to her causing her to look over to him. Before Ellie can say anything the waiter comes back over. 
"Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?" He asks.
"Dude." Ellie says to the waiter. 
"Listen. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme." He says with a smile. 
"Uh, no extremities, please. Just the -" Sam starts.
"Check? All right, awesome." The waiter finishes and walks off. 
"All right, so, where do we go from here?" Ellie asks. 
"I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see." Sam answers. 
"That's good news for once." Dean states as Ellie nods. 
"Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out. Uh... 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 at this. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested." Sam muses as Dean starts to grab his things and throw some money on the table.
"Women, showers. We got to save these people." Dean states. 

CONCRETE, WASHINGTON - LUCKY CHAN'S CHINESE RESTAURANT

"I'm not surprised the spirit world chose to make contact with me. I'm something of a.. natural sensitive." The victim tells Sam and Ellie, they glance at each other quickly before back at the woman. 
"I can sense that about you, Candace, that whole... sensitive thing." Sam explains as Ellie smirks.
"So, what did you say you're calling your book?" Candace asks them. 
"Oh, well, um... Well, the working title is... "Supernatural." Yeah, we've been crossing the country gathering stories like yours. But, anyways, you were telling us about your encounter." Ellie states. 
"Yes. Well.... Once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run." Candace explains as Sam gets distracted by a couple kissing at another table. The man looks like a typical nerd while the woman looks like a supermodel.
"And you said the ghost chased you?" Ellie asks. 
"Not just that. It knew my name. It kept yelling, "Mrs Armstrong! Mrs. Armstrong!" And that's when I hit the stairs and fell." Candace explains. 
"You fell? The ghost didn't push you?" Sam questions. 
"Oh, I don't - I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe." She states, Ellie rolls her eyes at this. 
"Did you feel like it meant to hut you, like it was violent, or..." Ellie trails off.
"It was a ghost. I'm lucky to be alive. Anyway, I was at the bottoms of the stairs, and that's when it got weird. It helped me up." She tells them with a small chuckle. Sam and Ellie look at each other and then back at the woman. 
"Say again?" Sam asks. 
"Yeah. It helped me up. And it kept saying over and over, 'Please, don't tell my mom.'" Candace explains.
"Yeah. That's weird." Ellie breathes out.