Seeing Blind

53. Wishful Thinking

Sam, Dean and Alana, holding Aiden, were sitting at a table. Dean was downing shots.

Sam frowned. "It just doesn't make any sense, Dean, Alana. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't? Why would he ask me to ask you how you became blind?"

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

Alana pursed her lips. "He has no right to butt into my business."

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 Alana.

"Okay, awesome."

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

Alana said nothing as she took her son's hand.

"Right," Sam said.

"What?"

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time downstairs. Alana's clearly done talking."

"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, Alana, I just want to help-"

"Well, you can't," Alana retorted. "My condition is pretty damn permanent."

"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, Alana 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. Babe, I'm only doing it to keep these women safe."

Alana nodded. "I know. Just don't let it get to your head, love."

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

Sam and Alana walked inside and found the woman.