Wes convinces Hope he's not angry, and then she turns all sex-kittenish. "Let me make it up to you, Wes. Let me make it right." She moves in, and makes to unbutton his shirt, when thank heaven the blessed doorbell rings, because I already and quite clearly stated, "Let's move on, shall we?" Hope answers the door. It's Sam and Dean. They're posing as florists, there to make a bid on the wedding, so Hope scurries off to get her folders. Wesley recognizes them from Chin's as the guys from the Health Department. Sam says, "Yeah, and florists, on the side." Dean says, "Plus, F.B.I., and on Thursdays, we're Teddy Bear doctors." I do love meta when it's done right. So, Dawn's in trouble. Must be Tuesday. Wes says, "Huh?" and Dean says all that matters is what they know. They get to the point when they notice some old coin collections displayed on the wall. Wes denies dropping a coin into the fountain at the restaurant, and Hope returns with her wedding materials. When she drops that Wesley is between jobs right now (which makes him... more attractive to her) the boys pump her for information on how they met. "It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here. I never really knew who he was -- not by name, anyway. Until one day last month, oh, it was like I just saw him. For the first time, he was just glowing. Oh, just glowing." She rubs his face and is clearly getting amorous. Wes tries to distract her by asking her to get them some coffee, but she starts smooching his face off. He mutters uncomfortable okays between kisses, and the look on Sam and Dean's faces are just precious, here. It's like all the proof they need that this poor woman is under a spell, and Wes knows it.