Wishful Thinking Part 1

Sam, Dean and Angela were sitting at a table. Dean was downing shots.

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

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

Angela raised a brow, not really believing him. But she didn't press.

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

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

"Radical." A cheerful waiter said. "What else can I get you guys?"

"Uh, I think we're good." Angela said.

"Yeah?" the waiter asked.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili change?" the waiter urged.

"No, no, we're, we're still good." Dean replied.

"Okay, awesome."

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

"Right." Sam nodded.

"What?"

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam said.

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

"Look, Dean, I just want to help." Sam pressed.

"You and Angie know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is."

"Outstanding." The waiter came back. "Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?"

"Dude." Dean sighed.

"Listen, guys. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme."

"Uh, no extremities, please." Angela replied. "Just the—

"Check?" the waiter asked. "All right, awesome."

"Thanks." She said.

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

"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." Sam replied.

"That's good news for once." Angela said.

"Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit." Sam replied. "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."

Dean chocked with his beer.

"The victim claimed that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested." Sam continued.

"Women, showers. We got to save these people." Dean replied.

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Dean dropped Sam and Angela off in front of Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant.

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"I'm not surprised the spirit world chose to make contact with me." Candace said. "I'm something of a… natural sensitive."

"I can sense that about you, Candace, that whole… sensitive thing." Angela smiled softly.

"So, what did you say you're calling your books?" Candace asked.

"Oh, well, um… well, the working title is… 'Supernatural'." Sam replied. "Yeah, we've been crossing the country, gathering stories like yours. But, anyways, you were telling us about your encounter."

"Yes." Candace nodded. "Well…" she sighed. "Once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run."

Sam and Angela got distracted by a couple kissing at another table.

"And you said the ghost chased you?" Angela asked.

"Not just that." Candace replied. "It knew my name. It kept yelling, 'Mrs. Armstrong! Mrs. Armstrong!' and that's when I hit the stairs and fell."

"You fell? The ghost didn't push you?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I don't, I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe." Candace replied.

"Did you feel like it meant to hurt you, like it was violent, or…" Angela started.

"It was a ghost. I'm lucky to be alive. Anyway, I was at the bottom of the stairs, and that's when it got weird." She chucked. "It helped me up."

"Say again?" Sam and Angela asked.

"Yeah." Candace nodded. "It helped me up. And it kept saying over and over. 'Please, don't tell my mom.'"

"Yeah, that's weird." Sam replied.

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Dean was reading the local newspaper on the stairs of the Fitness Center. The headline says: Local Man Wins $168M Lottery.

"Well, you pick up anything?" Angela asked.

"No EMF in the shower or anywhere else." Dean replied. "This house is clean."

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

"I got to tell you, I'm pretty disappointed." Dean sighed.

Angela rolled her eyes. "You wanted to save naked women."

"Damn right I wanted to save some naked women." Dean nodded.

Sam chuckled lightly.

Three bullies were chasing one boy.

"Come on, guys, get him!"

"I got him! I got him!"

"Run, Forrest, run!" Dean yelled.

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

A man was arguing with a police officer on the pier.

"How the hell was I supposed to get a look at it?" Gus asked. "It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!"

"Something's going on." Dean said.

"Yeah, okay, Gus." The police officer replied. "I understand you got shook up. Anyone would be. But don't you think it, don't you think it had to be a bear?"

"I know a damn bear track when I see one! This thing didn't leave bear tracks! Its feet were huge!"

"Now, Gus…"

"It was Bigfoot, Hal, the Bigfoot!"

"Gus, you're not talking sense here."

"There's a Bigfoot out there, dammit, and he's a son of a bitch!"

"Excuse us." Angela cut in. "FBI."

"What?" the officer asked.

"Yes, sir." Sam nodded. "We're here about the… that."

"About Bigfoot?"

"That's right. Sir, can you tell me exactly what happened?" Angela asked.

"Yes, I can." Gus nodded.

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"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." Sam replied.

"Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply." Dean said.

Sam, Dean and Angela found huge tracks.

"That, uh… is a big foot." Angela muttered.

"Okay." Dean nodded.

They followed the tracks to the back of a liquor store that had been broken into.

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"So, what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch?" Dean asked. "Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk."

Dean helped himself to a bottle of something on the shelves, and put it into his jacket pocket.

"Hey. Check this out." Sam said.

"He took the whole porno rack?" Angela frowned.

"Well, I'll say it again." Dean said. "What the hell is going on in this town?"

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela sat down on a bench outside the store.

"I got nothing." Dean said.

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

"Or it's Bigfoot." Dean replied. "You know, and he's some kind of alcohol-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovyn."

A girl on a bike passed Sam, Dean and Angela. A Bust Asian Beauties magazine fell to the ground from the box on the bicycle.

"A little young for busty Asian beauties." Dean said.

The girl, Audrey, dropped off a box full of alcohol and porn, along with a 'Sorry' note, at the back door of the liquor store. Sam, Dean and Angela followed her home.

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"What's this, like a 'Harry and the "Henderson's' deal?" Dean asked.

"Hello?" Audrey asked.

"Hello!" Angela smiled. "Um, could we… you know what? Are your parents home?"

"Nope."

"No." Sam sighed.

"No. Um… have you seen a really, really furry…" Dean started.

"Is he in trouble?"

"No." Angela chuckles. "No, no, no. Not at all. We just, we wanted to make sure he was okay."

"Exactly." Dean nodded.

"He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick."

"Wow. Uh… amazing." Dean nodded. "'Cause you know what? We… are, uh… teddy bear Doctors."

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

"Sure." Sam nodded.

"Sure. Yeah." Dean said.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela followed Audrey inside the house and upstairs.

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"He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." Audrey knocked on the door. "Teddy? There's some nice Doctors here to see you."

She opened the door to reveal a real, big and drunk teddy that was watching television.

"Close the friggin' door!" it yelled.

Audrey closed the door. "See what I mean?"

The three hunters looked at each other.

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"All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked." Audrey said. "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 said.

"Audrey!"

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

"I wished for it."

"You wished for it?" Angela asked.

"At the wishing well."

Dean opened the bedroom door. Teddy was watching the news on the TV.

"Look at this." The teddy chuckled. "You believe this crap?"

"Not really." Dean muttered.

"It is a terrible world." Teddy said. "Why am I here?!"

"For tea parties!"

"Tea parties? Is that all there is?" it asked as guns fired on the TV.

"Audrey, give us a second, okay?" Sam said. "Okay. Are we… should we… uh, are we gonna kill this teddy bear?"

"How?" Dean asked. "Do we shoot it, burn it?"

"I don't know." Angela shrugged. "Both?"

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

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here. Audrey. Where are your parents?"

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

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

"Lollipop disease." Dean said.

"Lollipop disease." Sam nodded.

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

"Yeah, so, is there, is there someone, maybe a grown-up, that you can stay with while we treat him?" Angela asked.

"Mrs. Hurley lives down the street."

"Perfect." Dean nodded.

"Good, yeah, good." Sam said. "Uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh, and, Audrey?" Dean asked. "Where is this wishing well?"

~/~\~

A boy threw a coin into the fountain and left as the three hunters entered.

"Think it works?" Dean asked.

"Got a better explanation for teddy back there?" Angela raised a brow.

"Well, there's one way to find out."

"What are you gonna wish for?" Sam asked.

"Shh!" Dean threw a coin. "Not supposed to tell."

"Somebody order a foot long Italian with jalapeño?" the delivery guy asked.

"That'd be me." Dean said.

Sam, Dean and Angela were sitting at a table and Dean was eating his sandwich.

"I think it works, guys. That was pretty specific." Dean said.

"The teddy bear, the sandwich…" Sam muttered.

"Mm. I'm guessing this." Dean showed the newspaper article about the lottery winner.

"I'm guessing that." Angela pointed out the couple at the next table.

"Well, that definitely goes on the list." Dean replied. "What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like a kind of douche-y thing to do."

"Yeah, maybe." Sam agreed. "But come on, man. When has something like this ever some without a price tag? And usually a deadly one."

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "It's a damn good sandwich. All right. Fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on."

"Uh, excuse me you three." The Chinese waiter cut in. "I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here."

"Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here." Dean replied. "Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C."

"Rats?!" the waiter exclaimed.

The fountain had been drained. Dean was sweeping the coins.

"Typical fountain, plaster Buddha." Dean said. "Nothing I can see."

"Yes, nothing." The waiter replied. "We keep a clean place here."

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation, okay?" Angela asked. "Thank you."

"Oh, come on." Dean smirked. "Aren't you a little bit tempted?" he flipped Sam a coin.

Sam chuckled. "No." he handed the coin back to Dean. "Wouldn't be real. I wouldn't trust it."

"I don't know. That bear seemed pretty real."

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started… think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and white picket fence."

"Not what I'd wish for."

"Seriously?" Dean asked.

"It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore."

"All right, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?"

"Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody."

Dean nodded. "Angie? What about you?"

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"Really?" Sam asked. "Y-you wouldn't wish that we hadn't broken up? You wouldn't wish away the bad that happened between us?"

She looked up at him and shook her head. "No. Because if I wished that we were still together, sure, I'd really, truly love you, but you wouldn't really, truly love me. It'd be, it'd be fake love." She said. "And I rather not be together at all than have you love me with fake love, Sam."

Sam looked down at her, shocked. She still loved him, even after all this she still loved him. He nodded. "Yeah, yeah it, that makes sense." he murmured.

Dean looked between them and whistled. "Damn." He said. "What is that?" he asked, looking into the well.

"Some kind of old coin." Sam said after a moment. "I don't recognize the markings."

Dean tried to pick it up. "Damn."

"Lift with your legs." Angela said.

"Is that little mother welded on there? Huh." Dean muttered.

Sam, Dean and Angela walked back into the restaurant. Sam and Dean came in with a hammer and crowbar.

"Hey, hey, hey, what is this?!" the waiter exclaimed. "You are gonna break my fountain!"

"Sir, I don't want to slap you with a 44/16, but I will." Sam warned. The waiter left them alone. "All right, thanks."

"Let me see that. I got an idea." Dean said.

Dean tried to budge the coin from the fountain, but broke the hammer.

"Ho!" the waiter cried.

"Damn!"

"Coin's magical." Angela said.

"Boy, I'd say. I think it's hoodoo that's protecting the well. I don't think we can destroy this."

Sam traced the coin and gave the paper to Dean, who showed it to Angela.

"All right, here. You got to look into this." Sam said.

"Where you going?" Dean asked.

"Something just occurred to me." Sam said.

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There was a blonde woman wearing only a towel and wet footprints could be seen. Sam grabbed the shoulder of the invisible pervert guy and he appeared, completely naked.

"Aah!" the woman yelled.

"What?" the guy asked.

"Don't worry, ma'am." Sam replied. "I'm with the health department."

The woman left.

"So, you can turn it on and off, huh?" Sam asked.

"How… how did you know that I was…"

"You actually walked up to a wishing well, dropped a dime, and wished to be invisible so you could spy on women in the shower?"

"N-no. No. N-no, no, no. That's crazy."

Sam exhaled sharply. "Put on some pants. And stay visible."

"O-okay."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were walking.

"So, you ever gonna tell me what went down between you and Sam?" Dean asked.

"Maybe at some point." Angela said.

"Would that some point happen to be now?" Dean raised a brow.

She chuckled. "Hell no, Dean." She replied.

He sighed. "Right." He muttered.

Todd was chasing the bullies. "You better run!" Todd stopped and turned around to confront Dean and Angela. "You got a problem, you two?"

"What? No." Dean replied, putting a hand on his stomach.

Angela frowned at him. "Oh no…" she said.

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Sam came into the room and heard Dean getting sick in the bathroom. Angela sighed, rubbing small circles on Dean's back.

"Dean? You all right?" Sam asked.

"The wishes turn bad, Sam." Angela replied.

"The wished turn very bad." Dean agreed in a strained voice.

"The sandwich, huh?" Sam asked.

"The coin was Babylonian." Angela replied. "It's cursed. We found some fragments of a legend."

Dean looked unwell again. "I'm good." He assured. "The, uh… the serpent is Tiamat, which is the, uh, Babylonian god of primordial chaos. I guess their, uh, priests were working some serious black magic."

"They made the coin?" Sam asked.

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

"But the wishes get twisted." Sam nodded. "You as for a talking teddy…"

"You get a bipolar nit job." Dean said.

"And you get E. coli." Sam replied.

"Mm." Dean nodded. "This thing has turned more than one town upside down over the centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish…"

"It's chaos." Sam said.

"Mm-hmm." Angela said,

"Any way to stop it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Angela replied. "We got to 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 a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, things are just gonna get crazier and crazier." Dean continued.

A/N: So, we got a small little tidbit that lets us know that deep down, Angie still loves Sam. She may be upset with him, but she still loves him. Anyway, I hope y'all liked the chapter.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Let's try and get to at least 15! Love you guys!

~Emily