Wishful Thinking
"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean." Sam said as we sat at a table in a restaurant. "I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered hell if you didn't?"
Dean downed another shot, placing the empty glass back down. "Maybe because he's a dick." He suggested. "Hey, can I have one? Thanks." He grabbed a fry from the plate in front of Evie.
She slapped his hand. "No."
"Maybe. But he's still an angel." Sam insisted.
"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what--" Dean stopped himself when the waiter walked up.
"Radical. What else can I get you guys?" He asked.
"Uh, I think we're good." Sam answered.
"Yeah? Wanna try a couple of Fryer Bombs or a Chipotle Chili Chonga?"
"Both of those things sound like heart disease waiting to happen." I muttered, handing Wyatt his pacifier back.
"No, no, we're still good." Dean said.
"Okay, awesome." The waiter nodded before walking off.
"He's weird, right?" I asked.
"So weird." Dean agreed. "Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?"
Sam and I shared a look.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Okay, fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam said.
Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under. I don't remember, Sam."
"Dean, we just wanna help."
"You both know everything I do, okay? That's all there is." Dean looked between us.
"Hey." Evie tugged at the sleeve of the dark green Henley Dean wore. "Hey."
"Hey." Dean replied.
She held out a french fry.
"Oh, now we share?"
"Yeah."
"Outstanding. Dessert time? Am I right?" The waiter walked back toward us.
"Dude--" Dean began.
"Listen, bros, you have got to try our Ice Cream Extreme." The waiter continued. "It's extreme."
"No extremities, please." Sam replied. "Just the--"
"Check?" He dropped it on the table. "Alright. Awesome." He walked off.
"Alright, so where do we go from here?" Dean asked.
"Not sure. Looks like it's been pretty quiet lately." Sam stated. "No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see."
"Which has been really nice, so let's not ruin it, shall we?" I asked as I pushed my now empty plate back a little.
"Just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out." Sam pulled out his laptop and flipping it around for us to see.
Dean ran his hand up and down my back as he ignored the article on the screen.
"Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost haunting the showers of a women's health facility." Sam explained.
Dean choked on his beer.
"The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs." Sam continued as I patted Dean's back as his stilled on mine. "I can see you're very interested."
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Guided {Dean Winchester 4}
Fanfiction"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here...
