someone to stay, supernatural [ 1 ]

075. wishing well

The group are at a table and eating. Libby has finished most of her fries and is working on the chicken nuggets.

"It just doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you two remembered Hell if you guys didn't?" Sam asks.

"Cause he's a piece of shit." Natalie remarks, sticking a fry in her mouth.

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

"Maybe, but he's still an angel." Sam says.

"Not a very good argument." Larissa says.

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

"Radical." Their waiter walks up, cutting Dean off. "What else can I get you guys?"

"Nothing." Larissa tells him.

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

"Yeah?" The waiter asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?" The guy asks, his cheerful persona annoying Natalie a little.

"Dude, we don't want anything." Larissa says.

"No, no, we're-- we're good." Dean says.

"Okay, awesome." The man walks off.

"Who the hell is that happy?" Larissa mutters.

"People who overact in customer service jobs. Trust me, dude probably hates his life." Jacob says.

"Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" Dean says.

"Right." Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Okay. Fine. Then both of you look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam says, glancing between them.

"I already told you, I don't remember." Natalie tells him.

Sam looks over at Dean.

"I don't remember a thing from my time down under." Dean says. "I don't remember either, Sam."

"Look, guys, I just want to help." Sam says.

"You know everything we do, okay? That's all there is." Dean says.

"Can we just drop it? I mean, if they don't remember then they don't remember. If they're lying then who are we to judge. I mean, God knows you're not exactly the poster boy for honesty, Samuel." Larissa says.

"Outstanding." The waiter returns.

"Ugh." Larissa rolls her eyes.

"Oh, Jesus." Natalie grumbles, rubbing one of her temples.

"Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?" The waiter asks.

"Dude." Dean says.

"Listen, bros, sisses . You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme." The waiter says.

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

"Check? All right, awesome." The waiter walks away.

"All right, so, where do we go from here?" Dean asks.

"I'm not sure." Sam says. "Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see." Sam says.

"That's good news for once." Dean says.

"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.