All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me)

November 3rd, 2008

Arizona POV

I slowly walked up to Bobby's house and got inside. These past days had been pretty messed up for me. I could actually not remember a thing. When I got inside I was crushed into a hug by Lou. I absently hugged back. I still couldn't grip that Carrie was dead. I had only known her for a couple of weeks, and gotten so close to her.

"I'm sorry." Lou whispered in my ear and then pulled away, "You guys all right?" she asked Sam and Dean.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"We're pretty worried about Zona and Dakota though." Sam told Lou, even though I was standing right there, where Dakota was, I didn't know, "They haven't been reachable these past days."

"What'd you think? That they would laugh and chat like nothing happened?" Lou asked and shook her head, "No."

"I haven't seen neither of them cry though. I thought that were what girls do?" Dean said.

"Not everyone. Definitely not my sisters. Hey, Zona, do you want to go to bed? Bobby made sure you and Dakota can have a guest room by yourself. Dean and Sam will sleep in the living room and I'll share with Bobby. Okay?"

I nodded and followed Lou to one of the guest rooms.

"Where's Dakota?" Lou asked as she made the bed for me.

"I don't know. Maybe still in the car." I said and shrugged my shoulders, "She's beating herself up again."

"I think you're doing the same, Zona. If I understood correctly, it was neither of your faults. Did you hear me? Neither of you."

"Yeah, sure. Have you told Carrie's friends?"

"Dakota said that she wanted to handle it." Lou said, making me pretty surprised, "I guess, to make up for the way she behaved, or something."

"Yeah." I said and sat down on the newly-made bed, "Dakota will have the other guest room?"

"Yes. If she comes inside and doesn't get away to some bar." Lou sighed, "This life really messes up our lives."

"Yeah, really."

Lou left the room after giving me another short hug and I laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

I didn't know how long I had been staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on the door and Dean walked inside. He sat down on the bed, next to me. I glanced over at him and laid on my side, propping up my elbow and held my head.

"What?" I asked.

"Sammy and I are moving to our next hunt. He, we, wondered if you want to come along?"

"Sure."

"Good."

"Where's Dakota?"

"She's in her room. She's going to stay behind this time. We'll get her when we're done."

"Okay."

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, if that's all right?"

I nodded and put my head against my pillow.

"Yeah, that's all right."

Dean kissed my forehead and then left the room. I closed my eyes and fell asleep not long after that.

Louisiana POV

November 4th, 2008

Sam, Dean and Arizona had just left when Bobby and I were ready to go to our hunt. I found Dakota sitting by the fireplace in the library, staring into the fire.

"Ota?" I asked, seeing her straighten her neck a little, "Bobby and I are leaving, you sure you don't wanna come?"

"Yeah. You go. I just need some time by myself."

I nodded and then walked out to the kitchen to Bobby. Bobby raised one of his eyebrows and looked at me.

"What did she say?"

"She wants to stay behind. Said she needed some alone time."

"Okay. Well, shall we go?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

Bobby and I got inside his Chevy, seeing that I had sold my Mercedes just a couple of days earlier, and then we left. I glanced back at the house and sighed.

"She's going to go out drinking. I just know it." I said.

"Probably. But she's an adult. She can handle herself. I shouldn't worry. Too much crap have happened lately, she just need to get it out of her system."

"I'm still worried though. I mean, she didn't even like Carrie."

"It's probably that Arizona is upset, otherwise I don't think she would care that much."

"How can she blame herself on this one? Did Dean leave something behind when he talked to me?"

"I have no idea. You have to ask him."

"Yeah."

Dakota POV

I stood looking out of the kitchen window as Bobby and Lou left the house. I grabbed my car keys and was just about to walk out the door when I remembered Carolina. I sighed deeply and walked inside again, picking up my phone and a small list of names and numbers. I sat down by the kitchen table and dialed the first number.

"Charlotte City Hall, this is Mariah Dotson speaking."

"Yeah, hi. I would like to talk to a Mr. Clayton Presley."

"Hold on a second."

I waited for a little while before the guy picked up his phone.

"This is Clayton Presley speaking, what can I do for you?"

"Yes, hi. This is Dakota Sullivan. I believe that you know Carolina Dalton?"

"Carrie? Yeah. Wait a sec, you're Dakota Sullivan? Carrie's sister? She found you?"

"Um, yes."

"Cool! How is she?"

"That's why I'm calling. I wanted you to know that Carolina passed away a couple of days ago."

"What? What happened?"

"It was a… car crash. Yeah. Could you pass that on to the rest of her friends? I don't think I can handle calling everyone."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

"Great." I said and hung up.

I groaned and looked up at the key cabin, making a plan. I stood up, opened the cabin and took out the keys that belonged to Carolina's BMW, and then I walked outside to the car. I unlocked it and got inside. I started the car up and drove away from Bobby's. It was time to start dealing with the pain.

Arizona POV

I sat in the backseat of the Impala, playing with a loose thread on my tee shirt. I looked up when Dean cleared his throat.

"So, what did you think about the angels, huh? Dicks, yeah?"

"Pretty much. Smite a whole town because they can't, as Dakota said, save the seals themselves. I hope we don't have to deal with them in the future. By the way. Lou told me something last night that was pretty interesting."

"Yeah, what was that?" Sam asked.

"Well, she came to my room right after midnight."

"And?" Dean said, wanting me to go on.

"And she said that she and Bobby was going away to save a seal. I mean, how does she knows which seals to save, when we don't even know? Sure, Dakota can hear the angels, but she doesn't hear them saying anything about seals, and Castiel doesn't tell us where to go. We just stumble across the seals, while Lou goes out saving them."

"What do you mean 'Dakota can hear angels'?" Dean asked.

"You didn't get anything but that? Well, she can hear the angels talking. That's why she got the headache earlier. Because Uriel was messing with her head. I don't think they can do it as easily with us. What about the seals?"

"Well, it is strange that Lou knows that she's going after a seal. It is. Maybe she has some contact of some sort, or maybe it's her photographic memory. She probably read about the seals before, and then she sees the signs." Sam said.

"Maybe. It's just strange."

"So, you're going to talk to us during this hunt?" Dean asked, "It got pretty fucked up during the drive home."

"I just needed some time to think and bury my memories. I'm good now. Dakota, however, not so much."

"What is it with her and her over-natural protectiveness?" Dean asked, "She beats herself up for things that clearly isn't her fault."

"Well, I think that it both has to do with… Carrie, and also about the fact that she can hear angels talking in her head. How fucked up wouldn't you be?"

"Pretty fucked up." Dean confessed.

"Exactly." I said and leaned back, "She's really fucked up."

Dakota POV

I quickly put on my clothes, not even looking at the guy I had just fucked. I strapped on my newly-bought, high-heeled shoes and got myself into the little, very showing, black dress I had bought along with the shoes and then grabbed my purse.

"Hey, babe. Where're you going?" the guy slurred.

I paid him no attention and left his house. I staggered my way to the car and unlocked it. When I had gotten inside I started to cry. Tears just streamed down my face and I couldn't do anything to stop them.

What was wrong with me? I let out a scream full of angst and hit my head on the steering wheel so hard that I got a headache. Ignoring the headache and pulled out from the driveway and headed back home to Bobby's.

I felt disgusted by myself when I got inside the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror, and not because my makeup made me look like Alice Cooper on crack, or because of the purplish bump on my forehead.

No, because I couldn't get a healthy relationship with anyone. Not Arizona, not Lou, not Bobby, not anyone. I just kept looking for short-time loves in the bars, even though I had people who loved me at home. People who loved me, but people that I couldn't bring myself to love back. I knew that if I allowed myself to love them I would end up getting hurt.

Hell, my previous boyfriend was the one who showed me that. I had loved him, but he had broken my heart in a way I didn't know was possible. From that day I had pushed everyone away from me, even Arizona, and I still hadn't allowed myself to say 'I love you' to anyone. I knew I loved Arizona. She was everything to me and I knew that I wouldn't stand it if she died, but I couldn't say the words. I was so fucked up.

November 8th, 2008

Arizona POV

We had just gotten to Concrete, Washington, where a possible ghost was haunting women's showers. Dean was ecstatic, a ghost in a female shower-room? Of course he would be.

So, Dean dropped Sam off by a restaurant so that Sam could talk to the woman who had talked about the ghost, while Dean and I got to the showers. We EMF'd the place, but nothing showed up. It was totally clean. We got out of the building to wait for Sam. Dean was reading the news, while I was leaning my head against his shoulder, almost falling asleep.

"Well, you pick up anything?"

I snapped awake and looked at Sam, who just had walked up to us. I rubbed my eyes as Dean answered.

"No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean." Dean said and stood up.

I quickly followed him and the three of us started to walk towards the car.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs." Sam said.

"I gotta tell you, I'm disappointed."

"You wanted to save naked women."

"Damn right, I wanted to save some naked women."

A couple of kids ran past us, three of them chasing the fourth one, that was really small for his age.

"Run, Forrest, run!" Dean yelled after them.

I lightly hit his shoulders.

"Don't be a jerk." I said quietly, looking after the boys.

"Sorry, Dean, I don't think anything's going on around here."

I stopped the boys from leaving when I saw the sheriff arguing with another guy, about something that sounded like, well, something.

"Something's going on." Dean said and then we walked up to the sheriff and the other guy.

"Excuse us. FBI." Sam said as we got up to the men.

I quickly picked up my intern badge and flashed it.

"What?" the sheriff said.

"Yes, sir. We're here about the… That." Sam said and nodded towards the other man.

"About Bigfoot?"

"That's right. Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I can." the man said and told us the location.

I saw the sheriff glancing over at me from time to time, making me a little uncomfortable.

"Aren't she a little too young to be a FBI?" he asked right before we left.

"She's our intern." Dean said, "A genius. Graduated from Collage at the age of 15."

We left and started to walk to the car.

"A genius, huh?" I asked with a smile on my lips, "Graduated Collage at 15. Wow, I didn't know I was that good. Hell, I didn't even finish high-school."

We got to the forest and started to walk to the location where 'Bigfoot' attacked the man.

"What the hell's going on in this town?" Dean asked, "First there's a ghost that's not real and now a Bigfoot sighting?"

"Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax."

"Yeah, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply."

And then we saw the tracks. Real big foot prints. Not a bear, and definitely not human.

"Okay, what do you suppose made that?" Dean asked.

"That is a big foot." Sam said slowly.

"Well, let's find out where it went." I said and started to follow the tracks.

Sam and Dean soon followed me and we followed the tracks to a liquor store. We stopped outside, seeing that the door to the store had been ripped open. I took out my gun, just as a precaution.

"Okay." Dean said and then we walked inside.

Well inside we noticed that no one was inside, so I clicked the safely on and put away the gun. 'Bigfoot' surely had made a mess.

"So what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store jonesing for some hooch?" Dean asked and kneeled down to look at the broken bottles, "Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk."

I rolled my eyes.

"So just because I'm a girl means that I just drink that? And Dakota?" I snorted, "Yeah, right, Dean."

"Hey, check this out." Sam said as Dean pocketed a bottle of booze.

We walked up to Sam and saw that almost every porn magazine were gone.

"He took the whole porno rack?" Dean asked as Sam took some furry thing from the magazine rack and showed it to us, "Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?"

We walked outside and sat down on a bench outside the store, thinking about possible solutions to the problem.

"I got nothing." Dean said.

"It's got to be a joke, right?" Sam said, "Some big-ass mother in a gorilla suit?"

"Or it's a Bigfoot." Dean said, "You know, and he's some kind of an alcoholo-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny."

We watched a girl ride her bike past us and the wind got caught in a magazine she had stored up in a yellow basket on the bike. Dean and Sam stood up and Dean took up the magazine. I walked up to them and giggled a little when I saw the porn magazine in Dean's hands.

"A little young for Busty Asian Beauties." Dean said.

We watched the girl leave a carton of booze and magazines on the porch or the liquor store and then leave. We got back to the Impala and drove around town, looking for the girls bike. When we found it we got out of the Impala and walked up to the house.

"What is this, like a Harry and the Hendersons deal?" Dean asked and then knocked on the door.

We didn't have to wait long until the little girl opened the door.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello." Sam said, "Um, could we…? You know what, are your parents home?"

"Nope." the girl said.

"No." Sam and Dean said.

"Of course not." I mumbled.

"Um, have you seen a really, really furry…?" Dean started to ask, but was interrupted by the girl.

"Is he in trouble?" the girl asked, sounding hysterical.

"No, no, no. Not at all. We just… We wanted to make sure he was okay." Sam said, making me have to keep myself from bursting out laughing.

"Exactly." Dean said.

"He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick." the girl said, making me gape a little, a teddy bear?

"Wow. Amazing, because you know what? We are teddy bear doctors." Dean said and he and Sam took out their Health Inspector badges and showed the little girl.

"Really? Can you please take a look at him?"

"Sure, yeah."

"Sure."

"Absolutely." I said, "Just show us the way."

We walked inside the house and up the stairs.

"He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." the girl said and knocked on a white door, "Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you." the girl said and opened the door.

I opened my mouth in chock when I saw the huge, black teddy bear sitting on her bed, looking at TV and drinking booze.

"Close the frigging door!" the teddy bear yelled.

The girl closed the door and looked at us.

"See what I mean?" the girl said, "All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all the time… Not "ouch" sad, but "ouch in the head" sad, says weird stuff, and smells like the bus."

"Um… little girl…" Dean started.

"Audrey." the girl said.

"Audrey. How exactly did your teddy become real?" Dean asked.

"I wished for it."

"You wished for it?" Sam asked.

"At the wishing well."

Dean nodded and opened the door to the bedroom and walked inside.

"Look at this." the teddy said, "Can you believe this crap?"

"Not really." Dean said.

"It is a terrible world." the teddy said and looked in our direction, at Dean or Audrey, I didn't know, "Why am I here?"

"For tea parties." Audrey said.

"Tea parties? Is that all there is?" the teddy asked and started to cry.

Dean closed the door and looked at Sam and me.

"Audrey, give us a second, okay?" Sam said.

"Okay." Audrey said and Sam, Dean and I walked away from her.

"Are we…? Should we…? Are we gonna kill this teddy bear?" Sam asked.

"How, huh? We shoot it, burn it?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Both?"

"How do we know that's gonna work? I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands."

"Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here."

"Yeah, the wishing well?" I said, "She did wish for it."

"Audrey, where are your parents?" Sam asked.

"My mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali." Audrey said.

"See?" I whispered.

"Okay, well… I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick. Yeah, he's got…"

"Lollipop disease." Dean said.

"Lollipop disease." Sam confirmed.

"Lollipop disease?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But see, it's really contagious." Dean said.

"Yeah, so is there someone, maybe a grownup that you can stay with while we treat him?" Sam asked.

"Mrs. Hurley lives down the street." Audrey said.

"Perfect." Dean said.

"Good, yeah, good. We'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh, and Audrey, where is this wishing well?"

"At the restaurant. Lucky Chin."

"Okay. Good."

"Okay, why don't I follow you to Mrs. Hurley, so I can explain why you're going to be there?" I asked.

"Okay."

"I'll meet you guys later." I said and then followed Audrey outside.

We walked down the street to one of the houses. Before we knocked I explained to Audrey that she couldn't tell Mrs. Hurley about Teddy. Audrey nodded and then I knocked on the door. An old lady opened.

"Hello, Mrs. Hurley. I'm Katie Sullivan, Audrey's babysitter. You see, her parents are in Bali. But, I got a call from my sister. She's at the hospital, so I have to leave. Could you take Audrey for a couple of days?"

"Yes, of course. Audrey, come inside. I hope your sister is going to be okay, Ms. Sullivan."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hurley." I said, "Bye Audrey."

I got to Lucky Chin a while after. Dean and Sam had already been there about an hour of so, even emptied the well. The owner said that the restaurant was closed and Dean looked back.

"She's with us." he said, "Arizona, come here."

I smiled to the owner and walked up to Sam and Dean, who were trying to bend a coin away from the well. Dean broke a hammer trying to do so.

"Damn!"

"Coin's magical." Sam said.

"Boy, I'd say. I think it's Hoodoo that's protecting the well." Dean said and Sam put a piece of paper over the coin and drew it, "I don't think we can destroy this."

"All right, here." Sam said and handed over the paper to Dean, "You gotta look into this."

"Where are you going?"

"Something just occurred to me." Sam said and left the restaurant.

"Okay?" Dean said.

I took the paper from him and looked at it, furrowing my brows.

"You recognize it?" Dean asked.

"No." I said, "I've never seen it before."

We left the restaurant and started to walk to the motel. I stopped Dean when I saw the kids from earlier, except now the positions were changed, the kid being chased were the kid chasing.

"You better run!" he yelled after the other kids and stopped and looked at me and Dean, "You got a problem, mister?"

"What? No." Dean said and then we started to walk again.

Dean suddenly stopped and held his stomach. I raised my brows in question.

"You're all right?" I asked.

"Yeah."

When we got to our room Dean ran to the toilet and started to throw up. I sat down on the bed with Sam's laptop and tried to find something about the coin. Sam came to the room not long after I had found out what was causing the wishes to come true. He smiled towards me, but his smile turned to a frown when he heard Dean throwing up his guts.

"Dean? You all right?"

"The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad."

I looked at Sam with a question in my look.

"The sandwich, huh?" Sam said and I nodded.

"He made a wish. Stupid man."

The toilet flushed and Dean walked out.

"The coin is Babylonian. It's cursed. Zona found some fragments of a legend, but…" Dean said and gagged a little, "I'm good."

Sam smiled and sat down next to me and looked at the things on the laptop. Dean walked into the room.

"The serpent is Tiamat, which is the Babylonian god of primordial chaos." Dean said, took a can of beer from the fridge and sat down by the bed, making me move back a little, "I guess her priests were working some serious Black Magic."

"They made the coin?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses a coin in a wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers."

"But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy…"

"You get a bipolar nut job."

"And you get E. coli."

Dean groaned and opened the beer.

"This thing has turned more than one town upside down for centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. One person gets their wish, it's trouble. But everybody gets their wish…"

"It's chaos."

"Mhm." Dean said and drank from the beer.

"Any way to stop it?"

"One way." I said.

"We gotta find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the 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've got, you know, a couple of nutso dreams come true, but, once the word gets out about the well things are just gonna get crazier."

I looked at the beer Dean was drinking with a skeptical look.

"Are you sure you're gonna drink beer after throwing your guts up?" I asked and looked him in the eyes.

Dean just smirked.

"Gotta fill up the stomach. It gets easier to throw up then."

"Coke is good. Especially if it open and the carbon dioxide is gone."

"Yeah, but to me it's beer that's the magical medicine."

Later that day I was out getting us something to eat, while Dean slept and Sam was searching for the first wisher. Dean was going to get pissed when he found out that I had borrowed the Impala, but, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get something in her stomach.

I ended up with some French fries and burgers and then I went back to the motel, just in time for Sam and Dean to get out of the room. I got out of the car and smiled apologetically towards Dean who looked a little mad.

"I had to get something to eat." I said, "I got you guys something too."

Dean looked at the fries and the burgers and smiled.

"You're forgiven." he said, "We find someone who can be the first wisher."

We got into the car and drove away towards Wesley Mondale's house. Apparently he was engaged with a girl and no one had seen it coming. We got to the house and walked up to it. Dean rang the doorbell and the door was opened by a pretty, brown-haired girl.

"Hello, ma'am…" Dean started.

"We're the florists for the wedding." I said with a huge smile on my face.

"Oh, my God. Come in." the girl said and we walked inside the house.

"Florists?" Dean asked me.

"What? I only have my FBI intern badge with me. Don't you think she'll be much happier to let us in if I say that we're here for the wedding?"

"Wes, you didn't tell me that you called the florists for the wedding." the girl told her, not so attractive fiancé.

"Huh?"

"You're the best."

"Wha…?" Wesley said as the girl kissed his forehead.

"I'm gonna go get my folders." the girl said and then left the room.

"Wesley, how's it going?" Dean asked.

"It's Wes…" the guy said and started to stand up, but sat back down when Sam and Dean walked closer, "Aren't you the guys from the health department?"

"Yeah. And florists on the side." Sam said and winked at me.

"Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy-bear doctors." Dean said.

"Huh?"

"Doesn't matter who we are. What matters is what we know."

"So a coin collector, huh, Wes?" Sam asked when he saw a frame with coins in it.

"Oh, yeah. My grandfather gave them to me." Wes said.

"Did you lose one of those coins lately? And by "lose", I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chin's and make a wish on it?"

"No, I… I don't know what you're talking about." Wes said.

"Okay, now. I have a lot of ideas." the girl said as she walked back inside the room with a folder for the wedding, "But, you know, we don't have all the money in the world. Wes is between jobs right now. Means more time for me. You know, I'm thinking a Japanesey-ikebana kind of thing."

"Yes, I can see that." Dean said and glared a little at me.

"Yeah." Sam said, "So, Hope, tell us how you two lovebirds met?"

"Oh, best day of my life."

"I bet." Dean said.

"Yeah. It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here but I never really knew who he was. Not by name anyway. Until one day last month, it was like I just… I just saw him for the first time. He was just glowing." Hope said and started to caress Wes' cheek, "Just glowing."

"Babe, can you get us some coffee?"

"Yes, yeah." Hope said and started to kiss him.

I bit my lower lip to keep myself from laughing.

"Oh, okay. Okay. Okay. Oh, okay. Okay, okay, okay." Wes kept saying in between the kisses, "Okay, okay. Would you…?"

"Yeah." Hope said and left the room.

"Wes, we know. So tell us the truth." Sam said.

"My grandfather found the coin in North Africa, you know, World War II, and he brought it back. He said it was a real wish-granting coin. But that nobody should ever use it." Wes started to explain, "He was all I had, and when he died I thought: "Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?""

"Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back." Sam said.

"Oh, huh. Oh, ha-ha. No, I'm not."

"If you don't stop it something bad is gonna happen." Dean said.

"Something bad, like us." Sam said.

Dean took out his gun.

"We really wish you'd come with us."

We said good-bye to Hope and soon we sat in the Impala, on our way to Lucky Chin's. I sat in the back with Wes, who was a little bit grumpy.

"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. Your town is going insane." Sam said.

"Yeah, come on. You're gonna tell me your relationship with Hope is functional? That it's what you wished for?"

"I wished she would love me more than anything." Wes said and leaned forward in between the seats.

"Yeah, and how is that going? That seem healthy to you?" Sam asked.

"Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive."

"Yeah, to you. She had a life before you, you know." I said.

"You're not supposed to get what you want. Not this way. That what's the coin does. It takes your heart's desires and it twist it back on you. You know the whole, be-careful-what-you-wish-for?" Dean said, and just after that the car bumped into something.

"Did we just hit something?" Sam asked.

"I didn't see anything." Dean said.

"Careful what you wish for." Wes mocked, "You know who says that? Good-looking jerks like you guys. The ones who got it so easy because you happen to be handsome."

"Easy?" all three of us said at the same time.

"Yeah. Women look at you, right. And men at you. They notice you."

"Believe us, we do not have it easy." Sam said.

"We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact we have to fight just to keep whatever it is we got." Dean said.

"But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes." Sam said.

"People are people because they're miserable bastards. They never get what they really want."

"Right, yeah. You get what you want, you get crazy."

"Just take a look at Michael Jackson, or Hasselhoff."

"You know what? Hope loves me now, completely." Wes said, "And it's awesome. Besides, look around. Where's all this insanity you guys are talking about?"

We stopped by a red light and looked at the little boy that had been chased earlier when he tipped over a God-damned car.

"Wow." I said and leaned forward to see better.

"Well, that should cover it." Dean said and got out of the car, "I'll handle Todd. You get Wes to Lucky Chin's. Go."

"Right." Sam said and scooted over to the driver's seat.

We drove over to Lucky Chin's and the three of us got out of the car.

"That… That kid turned over that car like it was nothing." Wes said.

"You should have seen the teddy bear." Sam said.

"Yeah, it was suicidal." I said.

"Now, come on. Fun's over. Time to pull the coin." Sam said, making Wes look down at the ground, "Wes."

"Why can't we just get what we want?"

"Because that's life, Wes."

"You really think that's what Hope really wants?" I asked, laying my hand at Wes' shoulder, just when lightning suddenly struck Sam, "Oh, my God." I said and kneeled down by him, "Please, do as we say, Wes. Go."

Wes quickly walked into the restaurant. I checked Sam's pulse and bit my lip. He was dead.

"Oh, my God." I said and jumped when Sam suddenly came to life, "Oh, my God, Sam." I said and hugged him tightly, "You were dead."