Dean was about to go in for the kill, to really sell the spaceman on the trip through his spaceship, but something strange happened. A hot chick beamed up - there were the sparkles and everything - said some really strange things, and then was gone.
"Elf?" Dean couldn't help the smirk. Yeah, he could see how someone might get First Officer Mr. Spock confused with an elf, only a little. Elves were like faeries, and faeries were assholes. Spock wasn't an asshole, not exactly. Sure, he had a logic stick stuck up his ass, but he wasn't an asshole.
"She must be some chick I met a long time ago." He refused to think that she might have met him before. Like the girl with the burger. He refused to accept the fact that he, or some other Dean, had been here. He knew for certain he had never been to the City, but then his last time through Heaven, he had been rather certain he'd never been there before either. He got the feeling that his certainty in both instances might not be that strong or certain.