Supernatural: Wishful Thinking
November 14th 2008 00:04
Sam and Dean go to Concrete, WA, where they find themselves in the middle of a fake ghost, Bigfoot, giant talking Teddy bear, wishing well case. Fun times!
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A woman takes a shower as a ghostly form watches behind her. The form disappears as she finishes washing her hair, grabs a towel, and steps out. An invisible hand wipes the foggy mirror. As she’s tucking her hair up in a towel, watery footsteps appear on the floor behind her.
“Hello?” She turns around. “Is anybody there?”
When there’s no answer, she goes back to look at the mirror, takes the towel off her head and tosses it toward the bin behind her. The towel get caught on an invisible head. The woman whips around, eyes wide.
“Um…” a nervous voice answers. “Hello Mrs. Armstrong.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are trying to have a serious conversation over lunch about Uriel (Sam wants to know why the angel told him to ask his brother about what he remembers from the pit, Dean insists he doesn’t remember anything), but keep getting distracted by the overly peppy waiter. Do they want to try some fryerbombs or a chimichanga? Um, no, thanks.
“What?”
“Okay, fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t remember a thing from your time down under.”
Dean looks Sam in the eye. “I don’t remember a thing from my time down under.” Sam clearly doesn’t believe him, and Dean emphasizes, “I don’t remember, Sam!”
Sam tells him he just wants to help, and Dean just tells him, “You know everything I do, okay? That’s all there is!”
“Outstanding!” The waiter is back. “Huh? Am I right?”
“Dude…” Dean is trying really hard to be polite here, but seriously.
“You have got to try our ice cream extreme,” the waiter tells them, leaning in as if it’s some great secret. “It’s extreme!”
“Uh, no extremely please, just uh—”
“Check?” The waiter interrupts Sam. “Aright.” He happily sets the check on the table and leaves. Dean gives his brother a ‘can you believe that guy?’ look, and asks “Alright, so where do we go from here?”
Sam tells him things have been pretty quiet actually. But he did find evidence of one possible vengeful spirit. Sam turns his computer so Dean can see as he explains that, “Up in Concrete, Washington, evidence of a ghost who’s been haunting the showers of a woman’s health facility.”
Dean chokes on his drink and shuts Sam’s computer as his brother continues, “The victim claims that the victim through her down a flight of stairs…I can see you’re very interested,” Sam finishes dryly.
“Women? Showers?” Dean quickly tosses some money down on the table. “We gotta save these people.”
~*~*~
Concrete, Washington
Sam and Dean drive into town, and Dean drops Sam off at a Chinese Restaurant, Lucky Chen’s. Sam interviews the teacher, Candice, who’s arm is now in a sling. She tells him that she’s not surprised that the ghost decided to appear to hear, as she’s very sensitive to that kind of thing.
“I can sense that about you Candice,” Sam tells her, looking up from his notepad. “That whole…sensitive thing.”
“So what did you say you were calling your book?” she asks.
“Oh, well, um the working title is…Supernatural.” He tells her he’s been driving cross-country taking people’s stories like hers, but yeah anyway, she was telling him about her encounter?
“Well, yes, once I saw the apparition—” Candice notices Sam getting distracted by a couple in another booth. A beautiful woman is making out with a pale skinny man with thick black glasses.
Sam shakes his head at this odd sight, but turns back to Candice. “And you said the ghost chased you?”
“Not just that, it knew my name. It kept yelling, Mrs. Armstrong! Armstrong!” She tells him that’s when she fell. “Fell? The ghost didn’t push you?” Sam asks. Well, maybe it did, she can’t really remember, but the weird part is after she fell.
“It helped me up!”
Sam is confused. “Say again?”
“Yeah, it helped me up. It kept saying over and over, ‘Please, don’t tell my mom’.”
Sam stares at her a second, then answers, “Yeah that is weird.”
~*~*~
Sam joins Dean outside the women’s health facility. Dean looks up from where he’s been reading the local newspaper about a man who won the lottery. “No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean.”
Sam isn’t surprised. “I have a feeling that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs.”
Dean gets up and they both walk back to The Impala.
Dean: I gotta tell you I’m pretty disappointed.
Sam: (sarcastically) You wanted to save naked women.
Dean: Damn right I wanted to save naked women.
A group of kids run by being chased by one little kid and Dean calls, “Run, Forest Run!” after them. Sam tells him he doesn’t think anything is going on around here. Dean notices a local man arguing with a cop down by the water. “Something’s going on.” They head down to see what it is.
The cop tries to calm the man down, but he just insists that he knows bear tracks when he sees them. “This thing didn’t leave bear tracks, it’s feet were huge! It was Bigfoot, Hal, THE Bigfoot!” They continue to argue, and Sam and Dean walk up.
“Excuse us,” Sam says as they both hold up their fake badges. “FBI. ”
Hal and Gus are confused. “What?”
Sam tells them, “We’re hear about the uh…that.”
“About the Bigfoot?”
Right. Can Gus tell them exactly where they saw this said Bigfoot?
~*~*~
Sam and Dean walk through the forest.
“Sam what’s going on in this town? First there’s a ghost that’s not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting?”
Sam thinks it’s another hoax, and Dean wonders if maybe someone’s pumping LSD into the town’s water supply.
Suddenly both brothers stop. They stare down at a huge track in the dirt.
Dean: Okay…What do you suppose made that?
Sam: That…uhhh, is a big foot.
~*~*~
They make their way across a bridge, following the big muddy feet up to convenient store in the woods that’s been torn apart. They exchange a look, and enter, following the tracks through the store and to the liquor.
Dean bends down to examine the broken bottles. “Amaretto and Irish Cream. He’s a girl drink drunk.”
As Sam turns to look at a destroyed magazine rack, Dean slips a bottle into his pocket.
“Hey, check this out.”
Dean walks over. “He took the whole porno rack?”
Sam was actually talking about the large clump of fir sitting on the magazine rack, but yeah that too.
Okay, this just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean go outside and sit on a very short bench outside the store. They sit and think for a long time, but they still can’t come up with anything. It’s gotta be a joke, right? Someone in a gorilla suit?
Dean: Or a Bigfoot.
A little girl on a bike drives by and a magazine flutters out of her basket. Sam and Dean walk over to see what it is, and Dean frowns. “A little young for Busty Asian Beauties.”
The little girl sets a box stolen alcohol and magazine on the steps of the store. In front is a piece of notebook paper with the word “Sorry” on it.
Sam and Dean peek out from around the corner and watch the girl walk her bike back over the bridge. They stare after her, confused.
~*~*~
The brothers get out of The Impala in front of a house where the little girl’s bike now rests. They walk up and knock on the door, and she answers.
“Hello?”
“Hello!” Sam says happily. “Could we—you know, are your parents home?”
“No.”
Okay…Sam and Dean look at each other, then Dean tries, “Have you seen a—” He holds his hand up to indicate a tall Bigfoot. “—a really really, uh furry—”
“Is he in trouble?” the little girl asks, suddenly alarmed.
Sam and Dean exchange another look, and Sam quickly tells her that he’s not in trouble. “We just—we wanted to make sure he’s okay.”
“Exactlly,” Dean says with a winning smile.
“He’s my teddy bear,” the little girl explains, whispering, “I think he’s sick.”
After a moment, Dean answers, “Wow, amazing…Because you know what? We—” he nods to Sam to take out his badge too. “Are, uh, Teddy Bear Doctors.” They both smile and hold up their badges.
“Really?” The little girl perks up. “Can you please take a look at him?”
“Sure!”
“Yeah!”
The little girl shows them inside and up the stairs. “He’s in my bedroom,” she says quietly. “He’s pretty grumpy.” She stops outside a white door and knocks. “Teddy? There’s some nice doctors here to see you.”
Sam and Dean wait, not quite sure what they’re going to see as the little girl opens the door.
“Close the freakin’ door!” a giant teddy bear with a bear shouts, distraught.
Sam and Dean both stare at it as the little girl simply closes the door. “See what I mean?”
The brothers are still staring at where they’ve just seen a giant talking teddy bear. After a moment, they just look at each other.
~*~*~
“All I ever wanted was teddy, who was big, real, and talked,” The little girl explains. “But now he’s sad all the time—not ouch sad, but ouch in the head sad—says weird stuff, and smells like a bus.”
Sam and Dean don’t really know what to say, but Dean finally says, “Um, little girl—”
“Audrey,” she sighs.
“Audrey,” Dean corrects. “How exactly did your teddy become real?”
“I wished for it.”
“You wished for it?” Sam asks.
“At the wishing well.”
Dean opens the door and approaches the teddy bear.
“Look at this!” The teddy bear says, rocking back and forth as he stares at the news on TV. “Can you believe this crap?”
“Not really,” Dean answers. And he’s not talking about the news.
“It is a terrible world!” The teddy bear says, nearly hysterical. He turns to look at Dean, and cries, “Why am I here?”
“For tea parties!” Audrey says from the hallway with Sam.
“Tea parties!” The bear cries, exasperated. “Is that all there is?”
The bear continues to whimper and Dean just silently turns and slowly walks back into the hall, closing the door after him. Audrey turns to look at Sam and Dean for a diagnosis on her teddy bear, and Sam asks her to give them a second. She nods, completely understanding.
Sam and Dean walk over to discuss this without her hearing.
“Are we…” Sam struggles. “Uh…” Whispering, he finally asks, “Are we gonna kill this teddy bear?
“How?” Dean whispers back. “We shoot it? Burn it?”
“I don’t know!” Sam glances back at Audrey. “Both?”
Still whispering, Dean asks, “How do we even know if that’s gonna work?”
The last thing they need is a giant flaming angry teddy bear after them. Right. Plus Sam doesn’t really think the bear is their core problem right now. Good point.
Sam turns back to ask Audrey where her parents are, and she just answers simply that “my mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they’re in Bali.”
Both brothers just stare at her, and finally Sam answers, “Okay, well, uh-- I’m really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick.” Audrey’s brow furrows, and Sam explains, “Yeah, he’s got…” Sam can’t think of anything, so Dean offers, “Lollipop disease.”
Sam nods. “Lollipop disease.”
Audrey takes the grave news very well as Dean explains that, “It’s not uncommon for a bear his side. But see, it’s really contagious.”
“Yeah,” Sam says, giving her an apologetic look. “So is there, is there someone, maybe a grownup that you could stay with while we treat him?”
Audrey tells them that Mrs. Hurley lives down the street. Perfect! Good, they’d like her to stay with her for a few days while they treat her teddy bear. Okay then.
“Oh, and Audrey?” Dean asks. “Where is this wishing well?”
~*~*~
A little boy drops a penny into a fountain at the Chinese restaurant and leaves as Sam and Dean walk in to look at it.
Dean: Think it works?
Sam: You got another explanation for Teddy back there?
Well, there’s one way to find out. Dean pulls a coin from his pocket.
Sam: What are you gonna wish for?
Dean: Shhhh. *tosses the coin in* You’re not supposed to tell.
They stare at the fountain for only a few seconds before the door opens and a guy holds up a sandwich, asking, “Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeno?”
Dean and Sam stare at each other, then Dean raises his hand. “That’d be me.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting at a table now as Dean eats his sandwich. “I think it works, Dude. I was pretty specific.”
“Teddy bear, the sandwich…”
Dean pulls out the newspaper to show Sam the lottery winner headline. “I’m guessing this.”
Sam nods to the same odd couple he saw before. “I’m guessing that.”
“That definitely goes on the list,” Dean agrees. “What are we supposed to do, huh?” He tucks the newspaper away. “Keep people’s wishes from coming true? Sounds like kind of a doushy thing to do.”
“Yeah maybe,” Sam answers as Dean goes back to eating his sandwich. “But come on, man, I mean when does something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one.”
“I don’t know,” Dean answers, taking another bite. “It’s a damn good sandwich.” Sam just watches him eat, and Dean finally agrees that they’ll put a hold on the wishes until they figure out what’s going on.
Suddenly the owner of the restaurant comes out to tell them that they don’t allow people to eat outside food here.
Dean glances at his sandwich and Sam, and answers, “Well I’m certainly not going to eat the inside food here.”
The owner gives him a confused look, and Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a badge. He opens it, then puts it back, lifting a finger. Just a second…He turns to a different pocket and pulls out a different badge.
“Health department. “ The owner leans down to look at the badge as Dean tells him, “You my friend, have a rat infestation. We’ll have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C.”
The owner is shocked. “Rats?!”
Dean nods.
~*~*~
The fountain has been drained and the coins are being swept aside. Dean stands up, frowning. “Typical fountain, plastic Buddha, nothing I can see.
“Yes, nothing!” The owner says enthusiastically, giving them two thumbs up. “We keep a clean place here.”
Sam tells him he’s going to have to ask him to leave during the preliminary investigation, and the owner reluctantly heads out. “Thank you.”
Sam turns back to stare at the fountain, and Dean pulls out another penny. “Oh come on, aren’t you a little bit tempted?”
Sam laughs. “No. It wouldn’t be real, I wouldn’t trust it.”
“I don’t know, that bear seemed pretty real.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started. Think about it, you’d be some big yuppy lawyer with a nice car, white picket fence…”
“It’s not what I’d wish for,” Sam tells his brother.
“Seriously?”
Sam shakes his head. “It’s too late to go back to our old lives Dean. And I’m not that guy anymore.”
Dean is surprised, but glad. “Alright, well what then?”
“Hmm?”
“What would Sammy wish for?” Dean teases.
“Lilith’s head on a plate,” Sam answers seriously. “Bloody.”
“Okay.”
Dean looks down and suddenly notices an odd-looking coin at the bottom of the fountain. He leans down to try and pick it up, but it won’t budge.
“Lift with your legs,” Sam offers, and Dean pulls with all his strength, finally letting out an exasperated noise. “How is that little mother welded on there?”
~*~*~
The owner of the restaurant looks up, alarmed when Sam and Dean re-enter with a crowbar and a hammer. He follows them back to the fountain as Dean drops his tool bag, and leans down to put the crowbar to the coin.
“Hey, hey, hey, what is this?” the owner asks. “You’re gonna break my fountain!”
“Sir, I don’t want to have to slap you with a 44/16, but I will,” Sam warns, and Dean raises his eyebrows at him. Sam just gives him a ‘couldn’t hurt’ look, then turns his stern face back on the owner. The man glances between them, clearly not happy, but leaves anyway.
After his first unsuccessful crowbar go at the coin, Dean stands up and asks Sam for the hammer. “I have an idea.”
The owner stands back in the doorway, watching as Dean leans down, puts the crowbar carefully in place, then stands up, smirks at his brother, then slams the hammer down on the crowbar with all his might. The handle flies off, backwards across the room, nearly hitting the owner in the head.
They all stare at the broken hammer, and Sam suddenly realizes, “The coin is magical!”
“Yeah I’d say,” Dean answers, still staring at the hammer handle in his hand. “I think it’s’ hoodoo protecting the well.”
Sam quickly pulls out his notepad and bends down to get a rubbing of the coin.
Dean sets down the hammer and crowbar. “I don’t think we can destroy this.”
“Alright, here,” Sam finishes the rubbing and hands the paper over to his brother. “You gotta look into this.”
“Where are you going?”
“Something just occurred to me.” Sam rushes out without explanation.
The owner frowns at him, then turns to Dean for an explanation. Dean simply smiles, holding up the paper and a thumbs up.
~*~*~
Back at the woman’s health facility showers, a girl is brushing her hair as the watery footprints sneak up behind her again. Suddenly Sam steps in, grabbing the invisible kid’s shoulder. The boy turns visible again as Sam swings him around, and the kid lets out a scared yelp.
The girl also turns around, wide-eyed, and Sam holds up his badge. “Don’t worry ma’am. I’m with the health department.” The girl runs out.
Sam clears his throat, turning back to look at the kid. “So you can turn it on and off, huh?”
“H-h-how did you know that I was—”
“You actually walked up to a wishing well, dropped in a dime, and wished to be invisible so you could spy on women in the shower?” Sam asks him, disgusted.
The kid laughs nervously, stuttering a denial, “No, no, I—t-that’s crazy!” He keeps shaking his head, and Sam just stares at him. “Put on some pants.” The kid’s smile fades and Sam pokes him in the shoulder to emphasize his, “And stay visible.”
“Ow,” the kid says weakly.
Sam just points to the door, and he kid mumbles another weak, “okay…” and heads out.
~*~*~
Dean is walking down the street, then stops at the odd sight of a bunch of bigger kids running for their lives from one little boy. “You better run!” the kid yells, then stops, noticing Dean staring at him. “You got a problem, mister?”
“What? No.”
The kid glares at him, and Dean just frowns. Okay, that was weird. He steps off the curb as his stomach growls.
~*~*~
Sam enters their hotel room, and stops when he hears his brother in the bathroom. “Dean?” Dean coughs and groans a little bit, and Sam asks, “You alright?”
“The wish has turned bad, Sam,” Dean managed to answer, sounding very sick. “The wish has turned very bad.”
“The sandwich, huh?”
Dean gags, flushes the toilet, and opens the door, towel in his hand, looking very sick. “The coin is Babylonian. It’s cursed. I found some fragments of a legend—” Dean has to pause to choke back another wave of nausea as Sam turns to look at the computer. Dean turns back into the bathroom, coughs, then steps back out, holding up a finger. “I’m good.”
Sam tries not to smile as he sits down at the computer. Dean coughs and comes out to search the refrigerator for a drink as he explains to Sam that the serpent on the coin was the Babylonian god of primordial chaos. Sam looks at the research on his computer as Dean coughs again and joins him at the table. “I guess there were priests who were working some serious black magic.”
“They made the coin?”
“To sow the seeds of chaos.” Sam gives him a confused look, and Dean explains. “Whoever tosses a coin into the wishing well, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers.”
“But the wishes get twisted,” Sam says, understanding now. “You ask for a talking teddy—”
“You get a bipolar nut job.”
“And you get E. coli.”
Yeah, Dean’s not so happy about that. He tells his brother that this thing’s terrorized more than just one town over the years, has even wiped a few of them off the map. “I mean, one person gets their wish it’s trouble, but everybody gets their wish—”
“It’s chaos.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Any way to stop it?”
“One way,” Dean answers. “We gotta find the first wisher.” Sam realizes how not easy that’s going to be as Dean continues, “Whoever dropped that coin in and made the first wish? They’re the only ones who can pull it back out and reverse the wishes. So for now, we got a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well…things are just gonna get crazier and crazier.”
~*~*~
Written on a chalk board are the words: “Life is meaningless. Signed T. Bear”
Poor Mr. Teddy Bear cries as he situates the rifle in his mouth. A shot goes off, sending a shower of stuffing all over the room…A large hole smokes out of the back of Teddy Bear’s head.
Teddy Bear shakes his hand at the world, letting out an agonized, “WWWWWWHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
~*~*~
Poor Dean is lying on the bed, trying to take a nap and get over his cursed sandwich. Unfortunately, a nice nap is not going to happen. Red light and the screaming memories of Hell haunt his sleep, and—
“Dean wake up,” Sam suddenly calls, and Dean jerks awake, breathing hard.
“I’m up! I’m up,” Dean sits up, groggily. “What?” His back to his brother, he rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the nightmare.
“Sleep well?”
Dean leans down and grabs a liquor bottle off the floor. “Rested and ready.” He takes a drink.
“Dean come on, man, you think I can’t see it?” Sam asked sadly.
“See what?” Dean turns around to look at him.
“The nightmares? The drinking?” Sam answers. “I’m with you 24/7, I know something’s going on.”
Dean tosses the bottle back on the bed. “Sam please.”
“Uriel wasn’t lying. But you are. You remember Hell, don’t you?”
Dean smirks, sitting down on the edge of the bed, facing his brother. “What do you want from me? Huh? What?”
“The truth, Dean,” Sam answers, concerned. “I mean I’m your brother, I just wish you’d talk to me.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Dean quips back and Sam rolls his eyes.
“Cute Dean.” Sam glances from the computer to his brother, not wanting to let it go this time.
Dean just pulls out the newspaper, smiling. He spots Sam’s solemn look, and says, “Come on, can we stow the couple’s therapy, huh? We’re on a job, I want to work. Whatdya got?”
When Sam doesn’t answer, Dean coaxes, “Please?”
Sam sighs. “We got teddy bear, uh, lottery guy, invisible pervert guy, they all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks. But who wished first, and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what and when?” Sam asks grimly.
Dean glances from his brother to the newspaper, then answers, “Well it helps when they announce it in the paper.” He get up to show Sam the wedding announcement for “Mondale and Casey”, the odd couple from the restaurant. “Goes back a month.”
“Wesley Mondale and Miss Hopeland Casey have announced their surprise engagement,” Sam reads.
“Ahh,” Dean mocks. “True love.”
Well it’s the best lead they’ve got.
~*~*~
Over at Wes’s house, his new fiancé brings out an entire dressed turkey. “I thought you might like a snack.”
“I wanted to,” she tells him. “Well, no I had too…” she pauses, then adds happily, “Because I love you more than anything lover!”
Wes asks her to sit down, then asks, “Um, Hope…are you happy?”
“I love you more than anything,” she answers.
“I know, I know…And I love you. Very much. That’s why I want you to start doing things that make—that made you happy before,” Wes answers, trying to get her to understand.
“Yes Wes, I’ll try to be happier.” She gets down on her knees in front of him. “I’ll start right away!”
“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I mean. I—”
“Oh Wes, please!” Hope begs. “Please don’t be angry with me. You know I’d just die—I’d just die, I’d die!”
He assures her that he’s not angry and she immediately stops crying. “Well then let me make it up to you.” She grins and slinks into his lap. “Let me make it right.”
“Oh no, I—”
*ding dong*
“I’ll get it!” Hope says happily, jumping up to answer the door. She comes back in with Sam and Dean, hands on her hips. “Wes! You didn’t tell me you called the florists for the wedding.”
“Huh?”
“You’re the best!” She kisses him on the head and tells him she’s going to go get her folders.
Wes stares at Sam and Dean, confused.
“Wesley,” Dean says, stepping forward. “How’s it goin’?”
“It’s Wes—” he sits back in his seat as Sam and Dean corner him. “-ss.” Suddenly he frowns. “Aren’t you the two guys from the health deparment?”
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: And florists. On the side.
Dean: Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, Teddy Bear Doctors.
Wes: Huh?
Dean: It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is what we know.
Sam looks over Wes’s head and comments, “So, a coin collector, huh?”
Oh yeah. He tells them that his grandfather gave them to him, and Dean asks if he happened to have lost one of those coins recently. “And by lose I mean, drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chen’s and make a wish on it.”
“I…I don’t know what you’re, uh, talking about,” Wes answers, and Hope is back. She’s brought her giant book of wedding ideas with her. “You know, I’m thinking a Japanesey ichibana kind of thing.”
“Yes!” Dean says with a smile, turning to his brother. “I can see it.”
“Yeah,” Sam forces a smile. “So Hope, uh, tell us how you two love birds met.”
“Oh,” Hope sighs. “Best day of my life.”
“I bet!” Dean answers with a bright smile.
“Yeah!” Hope grins, telling them how it was the funniest thing. They’d both grown up in the same town with each other, yet she’d never noticed Wes before, and then one day last month. “I just…SAW him. The first time, he was just glowing!” Hope is overcome and has to kiss Wes.
He nervously asks her if she could get them some coffee, and though she says yes, she just continues to kiss him. Sam and Dean lean in, not quite believing what they’re seeing here. Hope finally heads into the kitchen and Sam cuts to the chase. “Wes we know. So just tell us the truth.”
Wes stares back at them through foggy glasses, then finally tells them about his grandfather’s WWII coin collection. He takes one of the framed set of coins off the wall and tells them about one particular coin that his grandfather says was a real wish-granting coin. “But that nobody should ever use it.” Since his grandfather was all he had, after he died, he decided why not give it a shot?
“Yeah, well now you’re going to wish it back,” Sam tells him. Hope overhears this in the kitchen, eyes widening.
Wes laughs, then realizes Sam is serious. “Oh ha ha, no I’m not.”
“If you don’t stop it, something bad’s gonna happen,” Dean tells him.
“Something bad,” Sam emphasizes. “Like us.”
Wes makes a disbelieving face, and Dean takes out his gun. “We really wish you’d come with us.”
~*~*~
Wes sits in the backseat of The Impala as the windshield wipers swipe away at the rain. “ I don’t get it. So my wish came true, why does that have to be a bad thing?”
“Because the wishes go south, Wes,” Sam tells him. “You’re town is going insane.”
“I mean come on, you’re gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional?” Dean asks. “That it’s what you wished for?”
“I wished she would love me more than anything,” Wes argues, leaning up to rest his arms on the seat.
“Yeah, and how is that going?” Sam asks. “That seem healthy to you?”
“Well it’s a hell of a lot better than when she didn’t know I was alive!”
“You’re not supposed to get what you want, man,” Dean argues, and Wes sighs and falls back in his seat. “Not like this, nobody is. But that’s what the coin does. It takes your heart’s desires and it twists it back on you. You know the whole uh, be careful what you wish for? “
Their conversation is interrupted when The Impala suddenly lurches and bounces. Sam and Dean look around confused.
Sam: We just hit something?
Dean: I didn’t see anything.
“Ow, ow!” The invisible boy turns visible, rubbing his back as The Impala disappears into the distance. “Ow.”
Back in the car, Wes mocks, “Be careful what you wish for.”
Sam and Dean exchange a look.
“You know who says that?” Wes asks in his normal voice. “Good lookin’ jerks like you guys. The ones who got it so easy because you happen to be handsome.”
“Easy?” Sam and Dean both ask at the same time, looking at Wes like he’s crazy.
“Yeah, women…women look at you, right? They notice you?”
Sam: Believe me, we do not have it easy.
Dean: We are miserable. We never get what we want, in fact we gotta fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we got.
Wes rolls his eyes.
Sam: But you know what? Maybe that’s the whole point, Wes.
Dean decides people are miserable because they don’t get what they want, and Sam agrees. “They get what they want, they get crazy.” Right.
“Just look at Michael Jackson, huh?” Dean offers. “Or Hasselhoff.”
Sam agrees. Wes just continues to bask in his self pity. Hope loves him now completely, “And it’s awesome. Besides,” he says sitting up again. “Look around. Where’s all this, un, insanity you guys were talking about?”
They pull up at a corner to see the same little boy who was chasing the other kids down the street, now lifting a Ford Explorer by himself, flipping it over as the kids inside scream.
Dean: Well that should cover it!
The little kid raises his arms and shouts, “Kneel before Todd! KNEEL BEFORE TODD!”
~*~*~
Todd walks over to start shaking the car and further tormenting the kids inside, and Dean jumps out of the car. “I’ll handle Todd, you get Wes to Lucky Chen’s,” he tells his brother. “Go!”
“Right.” Sam slides over behind the wheel as Wes leans forward to watch Dean head over to confront Todd.
“Hey kid!” Dean has to shout to be heard over the shouting kids. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Get out of my way!” Todd warns, stomping over to Dean.
Dean holds up his hands in a non-threatening manner. “Okay, hey, I can dig it Todd. It’s Todd, right? Look, I know the score, they’re bullying you right?”
“Every day, EVERY day! You do not know what that’s like!” Todd answers.”
Dean leans down to Todd’s level and thinks about this a second. “No, no I don’t, but, you know, you’re you and I’m me, so…”
“I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t do anything,” Todd admits. “And then Audrey told me the wishing well worked…”
“Okay, okay look, I get it, they’re…mean little jerks, huh?” Dean glances from the overturned car back to Todd. “But they’re not super-human like you. You see with great power comes great respon—”
*BAM!* Todd slams his fist into Dean’s jaw, sending him flying into a group of trashcans and garbage bags.
~*~*~
Sam and Wes get out of The Impala and Wes is still amazed. “That kid turned over that care like it, like it was nothing!”
“You should have seen the teddy bear,” Sam tells him. “Now come on, fun’s over, time to pull the coin.”
Wes doesn’t move.
“Wes…”
“Well why can’t we just get what we want?” Wes shouts, and Sam answers, “Because that’s life, Wes.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere a single small angry cloud appears in the otherwise beautiful sky, and zaps Sam with a bolt of lightning. Sam’s electrified and thrown out of his shoes, landing smoking on the sidewalk.
Wes stares at him in shock. He looks around, then up to the cloud, then rushes into the Chinese restaurant.
He spots a girl standing in front of the wishing well. “Hope?”
She turns around to look at him. “I had to do it, didn’t I?” Near tears, she adds, “ He was gonna make you wish away our love!”
~*~*~
Dean climbs out of the trash. Today has not been one of his better days. He shakes it off and walks back over towards Todd. “Hey kid!”
Todd turns around to glare at him.
“I didn’t want to have to do this,” Dean says, then punches Todd. His fist merely bounced off as if he’s hit solid metal, and Dean grabs his hand in pain. Todd simply grabs him around the neck and begins to choke him.
~*~*~
Wes stares at Hope. “You wished a man dead?!”
“I love you more than anything.”
“Stop saying that, stop it!”
Hope shakes her head, grabbing his coat. “But I do!” She’s near tears as she adds, “More than anything. More than me. More than life!” Wes lowers his eyes sadly, and Hope cups his cheek, whispering, “Oh Wes, don’t hate me!”
He kisses her, grabs her into a hug and tells her, “I’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay.” He whispers one last, “It’ll be okay…” then bends down and pulls the coin from the fountain.
~*~*~
Todd lets go of Dean. Sam gasps back to life.
Todd looks at Dean, scared, and Dean gets back on his feet, telling him, “Okay, follow my lead and you won’t have a problem.”
As the bullies climb out of the window of the Explorer, Dean pretends to be scared of Todd. “Okay, man, no more! No more, okay?” Dean looks over at the other kids. “I wouldn’t mess with this kid anymore if I were you.”
Smirking, Dean walks off as the bullies stare at Todd, still afraid. “Stay back!”
Todd looks after Dean and grins, walking off.
~*~*~
Back in Lucky Chen’s, Wes smiles. “Hope?”
She stares at him, now a completely different person. “Do I know you?”
Wes’s smile fades sadly as Hope walks out. She passes Sam outside, still very confused, and Sam turns to watch Wes step outside. Wes sadly hands Sam the coin, then wordlessly walks off.
~*~*~
Dean is sitting down at the dock, reading the newspaper. The headline now reads: INNING LOTTERY TICKET A FAKE. Audrey and her confused-looking parents walk by, Audrey waves to Dean, her teddy bear now normal-sized, the back of his overflowing stuffed head bandaged up. Dean waves back as Sam joins him.
“Well, the coin’s melted down. Shouldn’t cause anymore problems.”
“Audrey’s parents are back from Bali. Looks like all the wishes are gone,” Dean answers. “And so are we.”
They start to walk back to the car, but Dean suddenly stops. “Hang on a second.”
“What?”
After a long pause, Dean finally admits, “You were right.”
Sam is confused. “About what?”
“I shouldn’t have lied to you…I do remember everything that happened to me in the pit,” Dean answers. “Everything…”
Sam studies his brother for a second. “So tell me about it.”
“No,” Dean answers simply. Sam is confused again, but Dean interrupts before he can say anything. “I won’t lie anymore, but I’m not gonna talk about it.”
“Dean look, you can’t just shoulder this thing alone, you gotta let me help,” Sam offers, concerned for his brother.
“How? You really think a little heart-to-heart, sharing and caring’s really gonna change anything? Huh? That’ll somehow…heal me?“ When Sam doesn’t answer, Dean continues, “I’m not talkin’ about a bad day here.”
“I know that.”
“The things that I saw?” Dean pauses, swallowing hard. “There aren’t words…There is no forgetting. There’s no making it better…Because it is right here—” He taps his head. “Forever.” Dean doesn’t know how else to explain it. He shrugs, giving Sam an apologetic look. “You would never understand. And I could never make you understand…So I am sorry.”
Sam stares sadly at his brother. There’s nothing he can say to make Dean feel better and he knows that.
They head back to the car in silence.
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Awwww, poor Dean.
On a happier note, this episode was great, as usual. I love that of all things Dean wishes for a sandwich. LoL And the teddy bear? Ahaha, oh that's great. That whole scene when they're talking to Audrey and she's listening so seriously is the best.| 34 |
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