Destiny Will Wait

52. Wishful Thinking

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

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

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

Saoirse shrugged. "He's an ass."

Sam glanced between them. "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 Saoirse.

"Okay, awesome."

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

"Neither do I," Saoirse retorted.

"Right," Sam said.

"What?" Dean and Saoirse 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 Saoirse. "Tell me your life was rainbows and butterflies."

Saoirse stared into Sam's eyes. "My life was rainbows and butterflies."

"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, Saoirse, I just want to help-"

"Well, you can't," Saoirse retorted.

"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, Saoirse looked between the brothers 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."

"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 Saoirse off in front of Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant.