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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 19, 2015 11:05:58 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2015 11:05:58 GMT -5

ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE ELEVEN.

Dean sat on his bed in the motel room, tying his boots and listening to the radio. As "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came onto the station with a blast, Sam's eyes snapped open and he rose into a sitting position in his bed next to Dean's. "Rise and shine, Sammy" Dean cheered. He'd already been awake for about an hour so he was ready to go. The same could not be said for Sam who ran a hand over his face wearily, then shot the radio an annoyed look. "Dude. Asia?" Dean finished lacing up his boots with a grin. "Come on. You love this song and you know it." "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself" Sam returned, though he was grinning too. Dean reached out with one hand to spin the volume knob up several notches. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Sam laughed and shook his head good-naturedly. Dean began bobbing his head along to the music, mouthing the lyrics.

If nothing else, it certainly got Sam out of bed pretty fast.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 19, 2015 14:28:53 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 19, 2015 14:28:53 GMT -5

Sam tried to ignore the sound of Dean gargling water beside him as he brushed his teeth. Dean caught him staring at him, grinned, spat out the water, and pat his mouth dry with a towel. Sam, having hurried because Dean woke first and had a head start on him, was now ready for breakfast and headed for the door, but Dean lagged behind, searching the room for something. Something he probably could have looked for and located while Sam was still sleeping instead of waiting until the last minute. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whenever you're ready Dean." The older Winchester kept rifling through bags, lifting messy piles of clothes and shifting them around. Finally he held up his favorite pistol triumphantly. "Bingo." Stuffing the gun in the back of his pants and covering it with his jacket, Dean nodded. "Now who's ready for some breakfast?" Sam rolled his eyes again.
~~~

They found a nice little diner on the main drag of town. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett" the cashier was telling an elderly gentleman as they entered. "Yeah, yeah" the man answered dismissively, brushing past the boys on his way out the door. Sam gestured at a booth by the window that was vacant and followed Dean over. "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal" a waitress was saying kindly to the scruffy looking guy at the counter they passed. "You know the rules." "Coffee" he muttered, passing over some change reluctantly. Sam took a seat at the booth across from his brother who was scoping out the list of daily specials on the back wall. His eyes lit up. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Sam chuckled. "You even know what that is?" Dean shrugged, clearly not bothered by his lack of knowledge on his preferred order. Sam settled back in his seat, still smiling.

The waitress who'd been taking Cal's coffee order approached their booth, smiling. Her name-tag read Doris. "You boys ready?" Dean nodded eagerly. "Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." "Make it two coffees and a short stack" Sam added politely. He hadn't actually looked at a menu but every single breakfast menu had pancakes so he figured it was a pretty safe choice. Doris scrawled both orders in her little notepad and nodded. "You got it." As she wandered away, Dean leaned back in his seat, frowning slightly. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry" he complained. "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Sam straightened in his own seat, smiling sarcastically. "Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?" Dean's lips twitched. "Shut up."

Sam grinned, reaching into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulling out two folded sheets of paper. "Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. But in the meantime, we have this." He dropped the papers in front of Dean who unfolded the first and visually scanned it. "All right, so this professor" he prompted, seeming to at least pretend to be interested in something other than finding and skinning Bela. "Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished" Sam explained. "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." He tipped his head towards the second folded paper which was a pamphlet for the aforementioned mystery spot. Dean set down the paper on Hasselback and turned his focus to the brochure. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning" he recited straight from the glossy cover. Sam shrugged but before they could discuss it further, Doris was returning with a tray balanced on one hand. She placed a coffee cup down in front of each of them. "Two coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the—" Without the coffee cups weighing the tray down, the bottle of hot sauce went tumbling from the tray and hit the ground hard, smashing into several large glass pieces. "Whoops. Crap! Sorry" Doris apologized before hollering, "Clean up" towards someone in the back of the diner and wandering away.

Their breakfasts arrived shortly thereafter, so they waited until they were back outside, walking down the sidewalk, past a barking dog, before picking up their conversation where it had left off. "Sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling...they're only dangerous to your wallet" Dean pointed out, still scanning the brochure dubiously as they walked. Sam wasn't so quick to write it off. "Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex"- "Broward County Mystery Spot" Dean interrupted, not bothering to hide the skepticism from his tone. Sam gave a defensive shrug. "Well sometimes these places are legit."

Dean rolled his eyes. "All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?" "Well" Sam began but stopped as a distracted blond girl holding a stack of papers bumped into Dean. "Excuse me" she apologized before moving on. Dean glanced over his shoulder at her before returning his focus to Sam who was finishing his earlier statement. "The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where." Dean shrugged dismissively. "Sounds a little X-Files to me." The boys passed two movers trying to get a rather large desk through a not large enough door. "Told you it wouldn't fit" grunted the first and the second came back with a snarky, "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" When they were far enough away that the movers' argument could no longer be heard, Sam addressed Dean seriously. "All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something."

He knew Dean couldn't argue with that.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 19, 2015 15:48:11 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2015 15:48:11 GMT -5

Indeed unable to argue with at least looking into something that may potentially have even the slightest chance of hurting folks, Dean sighed reluctantly. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
~~~

So as soon as night had fallen, the boys let themselves into the mystery spot building to check things out. Dean let his flashlight beam wander up to the ceiling where a table was "mysteriously" upside down, "defying the laws of gravity and physics". He snorted. "Wow. Uncanny." He continued moving deeper into the building, shining his flashlight on occasional objects, none of which impressed him. "Find anything" he finally called over to Sam who was holding his EMF detector up to the back half of a horse stuck in the wall. Sam shook his head. "Not yet." Dean sighed heavily. "You have any idea what you're looking for?" "Uh ... yeah" Sam hedged before shrugging sheepishly. "No." Dean chuckled and continued his own search, not sure what he was looking for either.

Suddenly a panicked voice called out, "what the hell are you doing here?" Instinctively, Dean drew his gun and turned. The owner of the mystery spot was pointing a gun of his own, looking terrified but determined. Dean quickly pointed his gun in a different direction harmlessly. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain." "You robbing me?" "Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down" Sam promised. Dean began to lower his gun. The owner gestured wildly with the tip of his own gun. "Don't move!" "Just putting the gun down" Dean assured him. BANG!

The jumpy owner had accidentally fired anyway. Dean felt white hot pain pierce his chest and his legs gave out from under him. As he hit the ground hard, he felt Sam's strong arms cradling him while shouting at the tearful owner, "Call 9-1-1! Now!" Dean made a few gasping noises, his vision going foggy. "Dean!" Sam's shout felt like it came from 50 yards away rather than right beside him. "Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no ... not like this...not now..." Dean gave one last shuddery breath and fell still in Sam's arms.

Everything went black.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 19, 2015 16:12:56 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 19, 2015 16:12:56 GMT -5

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position and looked in bewilderment from the radio to his older brother who was sitting, very much alive, on the opposite bed, lacing up his boots and grinning. "Rise and shine, Sammy" he cheered. Sam said nothing, simply continued to stare at Dean, breathing hard and trying to figure out what was going on. He could have sworn they'd had this interaction already. Yesterday. And then Dean had died at the end of the day...but here he was. Not dead. Dean hooked his thumb at the radio, still smiling widely. "Dude. Asia." Sam opened his mouth but all that came out was a simple, "Dean" which the older Winchester wrongly assumed was his objection to the present song. "Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it" Dean countered, reaching over to spin the volume knob several notches, while bobbing his head along to the tune and mouthing the lyrics.

In the bathroom, as Dean gargled water, Sam went right on staring. This was too weird. Dean spat out his mouthful of water and reached for a towel, eyeing Sam curiously. "Are you alright?" "I don't know...I think I—" Sam paused, shaking his head to clear it a little. He must have been dreaming. That was the only thing that could explain it. "Man, I had a weird dream." He chuckled weakly, trying to put it out of his mind. Dean was alive. That was all that mattered. "Yeah?" Dean gave a quirky grin. "Clowns or midgets?" Sam rolled his eyes.
~~~

As it was now time for breakfast, they found a nice little diner on the main drag of town. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett" the cashier was telling an elderly gentleman as they entered. "Yeah, yeah" the man answered dismissively, brushing past the boys on his way out the door. Sam frowned, watching Mr. Pickett leave over one shoulder as he followed Dean to a booth by the window. "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal" a waitress was saying kindly to the scruffy looking guy at the counter they passed. "You know the rules." "Coffee" he muttered, passing over some change reluctantly. Sam's frown deepened distractedly as he watched this exchange, the strangest feeling overcoming him, before sliding hesitantly into the booth across from his brother who was scoping out the list of daily specials on the back wall. His eyes lit up. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Sam did a double-take. "Wait. It's Tuesday?" "Yeah..." Dean gave him an odd look, dragging out the word.

The waitress who'd been taking Cal's coffee order approached their booth, smiling. Her name-tag read Doris. "You boys ready?" Dean nodded eagerly. "Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Getting more weirded out by the minute, Sam swallowed hard and muttered, "Uh, nothing for me, thanks." Doris added Dean's order to her little notepad while addressing Sam with, "Let me know if you change your mind." As she wandered away, Dean leaned back in his seat, frowning slightly. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry" he complained. "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Sam stared after Doris, lost in thought. "Hey." Dean snapped in his face. "You with me?" Sam blinked, bringing his focus back to Dean. "What?" Dean tilted his head to one side. "You sure you feel ok?" Sam glanced around the diner warily before voicing the concern that had been bothering him since waking up. "You don't—you don't remember...any of this?" Dean's expression remained blank. "Remember what?" Sam gestured vaguely to the air around them. "This. Today. Like it's—like it's ... happened before?" "You mean like déjà vu" Dean questioned curiously. Sam shook his head, dismissing this. "No, I mean like, like it's really happened before." "Yeah" Dean agreed. "Like déjà vu." "No, forget about déjà vu" Sam insisted in frustration. "I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again." Dean stared at him, obviously struggling to understand what was going on in Sam's brain. After a few seconds, he gave up. "Okay, how is that not dé—" "Don't, don't say it" Sam interrupted angrily. "Just don't even..." He trailed off, his brow furrowed, trying to think about another way he could explain this, but before they could discuss it further, Doris was returning with a tray balanced on one hand. She placed a coffee cup down in front of Dean. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—" Without the coffee cup weighing the tray down, the bottle of hot sauce began to teeter wildly on the edge of the tray. As it began to plummet towards the floor, Sam, on instinct, shot out one hand to catch it. "Whoops" Doris exclaimed before breathing a sigh of relief and smiling at Sam. "Thanks." Doris wandered away and Dean gave Sam an impressed look. "Nice reflexes." Sam put the bottle of hot sauce on the table between them and said nothing. Something was definitely going on here.

Dean's breakfast arrived shortly thereafter, so they waited until they were back outside, walking down the sidewalk, past a barking dog, before picking up their conversation where it had left off. "Sam, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about" Dean apologized with a bemused shake of the head. In a rushed tone, Sam tried to explain. "Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too." Dean stared, his tone laced with heavy sarcasm. "Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." "So you don't believe me" Sam blustered, his level of frustration elevating. Dean chuckled, unable to take it seriously. "Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy...you know, I mean, even for us crazy" he amended, realizing that with them, crazy was a relative term. "Dingo ate my baby crazy" he went on just before a distracted blond girl holding a stack of papers bumped into him. "Excuse me" she apologized before moving on. Dean glanced over his shoulder at her before returning his focus to Sam and finishing his earlier thought. "Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions." Sam shook his head stubbornly. "No, no way, way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then—" "Then what" Dean prompted. "Then I woke up" Sam lied, not wanting to bring up the part about Dean dying there.

The boys passed two movers trying to get a rather large desk through a not large enough door. "Told you it wouldn't fit" grunted the first and the second came back with a snarky, "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" When they were far enough away that the movers' argument could no longer be heard, Sam's eyes widened in sudden realization. "Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it—" "Maybe it what?" Dean gave him a skeptical look. Sam exhaled deeply in determination. "We gotta check that place out." Seeing the look on Dean's face, he begged, "Look, just – go with me on this, okay?"

Time to figure out what was going on.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 20, 2015 9:42:12 GMT -5

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Dean sighed reluctantly. Sam was making no sense at all, but he was clearly bugged about something and if going to this mystery spot would help him get over it and stop talking nonsense about it being the same day as yesterday, then he saw no reason why they shouldn't go. They'd probably end up there anyway since that was this missing professor's last known location. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look" he promised.

"Wait, what?" Sam whipped his head around. "No." Dean wrinkled his brow. "Why not?" "Uhh..." Sam seemed to be searching for a reason. Finally he finished with, "– Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded." Dean stared. "My God, you're a freak." "Dean" Sam huffed in annoyance. "Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." He rolled his eyes and stepped off of the curb, preparing to cross the street.

Suddenly, without warning, a car driven by Mr. Picket, the old man from the diner, zoomed around the corner, colliding with Dean. He hit the windshield, flew about 50 feet in the air, and then landed on the pavement. Hard. He felt Sam's strong arms cradling him, and heard him sob, "Dean!! No...no, no, no...Come on! Dean!" Dean made a few gasping noises, his vision going foggy. Above all else, he felt the sharp stabbing pains of his broken ribs puncturing his heart. Dean gave one last shuddery breath and fell still in Sam's arms.

Everything went black.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 20, 2015 10:02:51 GMT -5

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Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position and looked in complete and utter bewilderment from the radio to his older brother who was sitting, once again very much alive, on the opposite bed, lacing up his boots and grinning. "Rise and shine, Sammy" he cheered. Sam said nothing, simply continuing to stare at Dean, breathing hard. As Dean gargled water in the bathroom, Sam went right on staring.

All the way from the motel room to the nice little diner on the main drag Sam's hysteria was mounting. So by the time they were sitting in their booth and Dean was pointing at the list of specials with a cheery, ""Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," Sam was more than just a little tense. "Okay, would you listen to me, Dean" he whisper-hissed. "'Cause I am flipping out." He'd tried explaining a little of this predicament to Dean on the way over but hadn't made much progress. He was hoping now that Dean had the promise of bacon arriving shortly, he'd be a little more receptive. Doris made her way over, notepad open. "You boys ready?" "He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black" Sam announced shortly. "Nothing for me, thanks." Doris nodded, surprised at the speed and brusqueness of the order. "You got it" she confirmed, wandering away. Dean leaned back in his seat, grinning. "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." "Quit screwing around, Dean" Sam shot back flatly.

Dean's chuckle died in his throat as he straightened in his seat and nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'm listening" he promised seriously. "So, so – you think that you're in some kind of a what again?" "Time loop" Sam filled in. "Like 'Groundhog's Day'" Dean asked after a minute. "Yes, exactly" Sam agreed in relief that they were getting somewhere. "Like 'Groundhog Day'." Dean nodded, his expression doubtful. "Uh-huh...." Sam deflated. "So you don't believe me." Dean couldn't help his serious facade cracking as he chuckled again apologetically. "It's just a little crazy. I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—" "Dingo ate my baby crazy" Sam suggested dryly. Dean blinked in surprise. "How'd you know I was going to say that?" "Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point" Sam informed him tightly, frustrated.

Dean settled back on his side of the booth, considering this as Doris came wandering back over, balancing a tray on one hand. She placed a coffee cup down in front of Dean. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—" Without the coffee cups weighing the tray down, the bottle of hot sauce began to teeter wildly on the edge of the tray. As it began to plummet towards the floor, Sam flicked out one hand to catch it mid-air and returned it to Doris without looking. "Whoops" Doris exclaimed before breathing a sigh of relief and smiling at Sam. "Thanks." Doris wandered away and Dean gave Sam an impressed look. "Nice reflexes." "No. I knew it was going to happen" Sam explained dully.

Dean nodded slowly. "Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation"- Sam's posture was stiff as a wooden board. "You're just going to have to go with me on this, Dean" he begged intensely. "You just have to, you owe me that much!" Dean looked caught off-guard by his ferocity. "Calm down." "Don't tell me to calm down" Sam returned instantly in a panicky tone. "I can't calm down. I can't. Because—" "...because" Dean prompted. Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Because you die, today, Dean."

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 20, 2015 11:26:30 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 20, 2015 11:26:30 GMT -5

Dean made a face. "I'm not going to die." There was a beat and then he fixed that statement. "Well...not today." Because, as they had yet to figure out a way free of his demon deal, he was, as of this moment, still going to be dying in under 5 months. But that was then. Not now. "Twice now I've watched you die" Sam corrected in a choked up voice. "...and I can't— I won't do it again, okay?" A few teardrops threatened to spill from his eyes. His voice was quietly desperate. "You're just going to have to believe me. Please." For the first time, Dean felt compelled to take this whole "groundhog day" theory of Sam's seriously. It must have been just his pure vulnerability. He wasn't making things up. He was really freaked out. "All right" Dean agreed finally. "I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Sam nodded unhappily, looking off to one side.
~~~

Dean's breakfast arrived shortly thereafter, so they waited until they were back outside, walking down the sidewalk, past the barking dog, the blond girl with her "Excuse me", and the movers with their "Told you it wouldn't fit" and "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" before picking up their conversation where it had left off. "And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it" Dean wanted to know, frowning. Sam shrugged defensively. "Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever..." Dean was having a hard time processing this tourist trap as a true threat. "I don't know, it all seems a little too "X-Files" for me" he muttered dismissively which caused Sam's spine to bristle. "Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Dean put up his hands. "All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." "No no no no no, we can't" Sam protested immediately. Dean frowned. "Why not?" "Because y–y–ou..." Sam seemed unable to get the words out. "I what" Dean prompted impatiently. Sam still said nothing but it was the look on his face that finally gave it away. Dean furrowed his brow. "I die there?" "Blown away, actually" Sam elaborated quietly. "Huh." Dean nodded in understanding. "Okay, let's go now."

He turned to step off the curb and Sam grabbed his arm, hauling him backwards just as a car rounded the corner. "Stay out of the way" the old man from the diner hollered through the open car window as he zoomed along. Dean chuckled but it died in his throat pretty quickly at the look on Sam's face. "Wait, did he –?" Sam nodded grimly. "Yesterday, yeah." Dean stared after the car thoughtfully for a minute before his lips twitched in the direction of a smile again. "And?" Sam clearly wasn't following his thought process. "And what?" "Did it look cool, like in the movies?" This was clearly not of import to Sam who squinted in irritation at his older brother. "You peed yourself." Dean's smile faded defensively. "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" With a deep breath, he cautiously looked both ways before crossing the street this time.
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"Boys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this" the mystery spot owner enthused. "We could use all the good ink we can get." Sam tapped his pen against the open top page of the prop notepad in his hands. "How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?" Mr. Carpiak smiled proudly. "Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when." "So you'd know if anything strange happened" Sam went on, watching the owner with interest. "Strange?" Mr. Carpiak chuckled knowingly. "Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot." Sam did not appear satisfied with this answer. "Right, but what exactly does that mean?" Mr. Carpiak smiled and recited, "Well, uh ... it's where the laws of physics have no meaning." "Okay, but like how" Sam asked impatiently. Mr. Carpiak lowered his voice conspiratorially and grinned. "Take the tour." Dean looked up from his own prop notepad. "The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?" Mr. Carpiak's smile flickered. "Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?" "Just answer the question" Sam demanded in a hard voice. Mr. Carpiak sighed and shook his head. "The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. Look, we're a family establishment"- He was clearly trying to get back on track with the interview but Sam wouldn't let him. He got right up in his face with a stony-faced expression, his jaw set. "Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?" Mr. Carpiak's smile, which had already been strained, was now gone entirely. "Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right" he admitted, losing the evasive "mystery spot" voice. "Hell, I used to sell bail bonds." Sam didn't back off. Dean looked between the two for a second and then pocketed his notepad and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Okay, Kojak, let's get some air." He steered Sam from the building gently.

"Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought - it's full of crap" Dean announced as they headed down the street side by side. "Then what is it, Dean" Sam snapped in frustration. "What the hell is happening to us?" "I don't know" Dean admitted, stopping and turning to face Sam head-on. "All right, let me just..." He trailed off, thinking things through. "So, every day I die, right?" Sam nodded tightly. "And that's when you wake up again, right" Dean summarized and Sam nodded tightly again. Dean shrugged lightly. "So let's just make sure I don't die." It seemed like a simple enough solution. "If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out." Sam blinked, as though he'd never considered this. "You think?" "It's worth a shot" Dean pointed out reasonably. "I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight." Sam gave an anxious, hopeful nod. Dean grinned. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" He took two steps before being flattened by the desk that the movers had been trying to hoist on a rope through the window, due to it being too large to go through the door.

And everything went black.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 21, 2015 21:17:40 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 21, 2015 21:17:40 GMT -5

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio. He sat up in bed slowly, looking over to Dean who was lacing up his boots on the other bed. "Rise and shine Sammy" he cheered. Sam lay back down with a weary exhale. Here we go again.
~~~

"I still think you're nuts, but ... whatever this is, we'll figure it out" Dean promised sincerely. Sam gave a clipped nod. "Thanks." Dean leaned back in his seat with a curious frown. "So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?" "Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot" Sam explained. "Now I'm not so sure." Dean nodded along slowly. "So what do we do?" "Well, we keep you breathing" Sam theorized, passing it off as though it was his own plan and Dean hadn't been the one to bring it up first yesterday. "Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of." Dean nodded reassuringly. "Shouldn't be too hard." Sam snorted. "Yeah, right. Dean, I've watched you die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it." Dean leaned forward again in his seat, resting his hands on the table. "Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" Sam nodded in confirmation. "Yeah. Coffee, pig in a poke, side of bacon." Dean addressed Doris, who was standing in the back by the kitchen. "'Scuse me, sweetheart? Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" "Sure thing hon" Doris agreed, relaying the change of order to the chef. Dean gave a pleased smile. "See? Different day already." He nodded confidently. "You see, if you and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die." Sam couldn't help grinning slightly as Dean's swagger. It sounded pretty good to him.

Doris arrived with Dean's breakfast. Dean smiled gratefully at her before digging into the sausage. Sam's grin widened. Suddenly, Dean began to make little choking noises, dropping his fork. Sam's smile froze. "Dean?" The choking noises got louder. "Dean???"
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

"You mean we can't even go out to breakfast" Dean called from the bathroom where he was taking a shower. Sam glanced over one shoulder from the window where he was peering through the curtains. "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday" he called back, letting the curtain drop into place again. There was a sudden yelp and an accompanying loud thud.
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

Dean took a large bite from his breakfast take-out taco, an odd expression clouding his face as he chewed. "Do these tacos taste funny to you?"
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

Dean plugged in his phone charger. A burst of electricity coursed through him violently.
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

Sam tore the axe in his hands through another beam of the mystery spot's wall, determined to rip the place apart until he discovered what on earth was making him repeat Tuesday and Dean's death over and over and over and over again. "Everybody's fine" Dean soothed the trembling owner, who was duct taped to a chair and gagged with yet more tape. "Nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?" He turned his face away from Mr. Carpiak to address Sam next in a forced cheery tone. "Sammy? Maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, what do you say?" Mr. Carpiak nodded hopefully. Sam gripped the axe tighter. "Something's gotta be going on here" he insisted darkly. "I intend to find out what." Raising the axe high above his head, he swung it down again.

"Place is tore up pretty good, dude" Dean pointed out, his voice still cheerily upbeat and soothing, trying to calm Sam down. "Time to give it a rest." "NO" Sam roared. "I'm gonna take it down to studs." Dean rose to his feet, approaching Sam. "Sammy, that's enough. Give me the axe." "Leave it, Dean" Sam objected, holding tightly to the axe, trying to take another swing. "Give it to me" Dean insisted, moving closer and managing to grip the handle as it swung down. "No, you give it" Sam returned angrily. "Let it go" Dean ordered, countered by Sam's, "no, you let go" as they tussled with it. "Give it back" Sam exclaimed loudly, managing to wrestle the axe away finally.

The blade sliced right through Dean's neck, splattering Mr. Carpiak's face with blood droplets. Dean dropped to the ground. Mr. Carpiak screamed bloody murder into his gag. Sam stared with an ashen complexion. "Dean??"
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

They returned to the diner. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett" the cashier was saying, as usual, as they entered. "Yeah, yeah" he answered dismissively, brushing past the boys on his way out the door. Sam bumped shoulders with him, easily picking his pocket of the set of keys stashed there. "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal" Doris was reminding Cal. "You know the rules." "Coffee" he muttered, passing over some change reluctantly. Sam took a seat at the booth across from his brother who was scoping out the list of daily specials on the back wall. His eyes lit up. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Sam dropped Mr. Pickett's keys onto the table between them with a dejected expression.

Dean turned away from the wall menu. "What are those?" "The old man's" Sam explained dully. "Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel" he added at Dean's surprised expression. Doris wandered over, smiling politely. "You boys ready?" Dean nodded eagerly. "Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Sam tilted his head to one side, studying their waitress with no expression. "Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot." Doris looked surprised, though not offended. "How'd you know that?" "Lucky guess" Sam answered dryly. She shrugged and wandered away. Dean stared after her for a minute, lost in thought and then finally turned back to Sam, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. "Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" "Time loop" Sam filled in. Dean nodded slowly. "Like 'Groundhog Day'?" "Doesn't matter" Sam muttered tonelessly. "There's no way to stop it."

Dean chuckled. "Jeez, aren't you grumpy." Sam straightened in his seat slightly, his shoulders stiffening. "Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through, and it never stops. EVER" he stressed. "So yeah, I'm a little grumpy." He noticed Doris on her way back over, and announced, "Hot sauce." Dean blinked, obviously not following the jump of topic. "What?" Doris arrived, placing Dean's coffee cup in front of him. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—" Without the coffee cups weighing the tray down, the bottle of hot sauce once again began to teeter wildly. Sam's hand was already waiting to catch it. "Whoops" Doris exclaimed before smiling gratefully at Sam. "Thanks." Sam slid the hot sauce back onto the table without looking at Doris.

"Nice reflexes" Dean praised as Doris wandered away. "I knew it was going to happen, Dean" Sam insisted. "I know everything that's gonna happen." "You don't know everything" Dean argued, looking doubtful. "Yeah, I do" Sam countered tightly, knowing what was coming next. "Yeah right" he and Dean said in unison. "Nice guess" they continued in synch. "It wasn't a guess" Sam pointed out quickly before following that up with, "Right, you're a mind reader," once again in unison with Dean who was starting to look frustrated. "Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They leaned towards each other, Dean's tone irritable, Sam's flat. "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish!" They went on. "Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex." Dean looked around, as though trying to come up with something to say that would throw Sam off of his synchronized speaking path. Sam waited it out and then opened his mouth at the same time Dean did, mirroring him word for word. "Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he—" The desired insult was not finished aloud as both boys threw up their arms and leaned back in their seats, blustering, "alright, alright, enough!"

After a few seconds of tense silence, Dean exhaled in annoyance. "What's your point?" Sam swallowed hard. "My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday. I've watched you die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your life, and I can't." His throat tightened dangerously, his eyes prickling hotly with the threat of tears. "No matter what I do, you die. And then I wake up. And then it's Tuesday again."

After Dean finished his breakfast, they set off down the sidewalk again. "Dog" Sam announced. They passed the barking dog. "Where's my dang keys" Sam announced. They passed Mr. Pickett who was groping around in his pockets, muttering "where's my dang keys". "Excuse me" Sam announced. The distracted blond girl holding a stack of papers bumped into Dean. "Excuse me" she apologized before moving on. Dean glanced over his shoulder at her consideringly. "She's kinda cute." Suddenly, Dean shot out one hand to stop them both from continuing. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" He turned and jogged in the opposite direction, calling out, "Miss?" Sam stared after him.

"No."

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Dean thanked the woman and returned to Sam's side. "100 Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands" he asked incredulously. Sam shrugged. Dean held up the flyer he'd received from her. "This the guy who went missing?" It was a rhetorical question so he barged ahead without needing Sam's answer, hooking one thumb over his shoulder. "That's his daughter back there." Sam's eyes widened. He snatched the flyer from Dean and hurried in the opposite direction, calling out, "Ma'am? Excuse me." Dean chuckled and shook his head.

The barking dog they'd passed...apparently a lot...was watching him, wagging its tail. Dean smiled at him, approaching. "Hey buddy! Somebody need a friend? Good boy—aaah!"

Everything went black.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 22, 2015 10:28:36 GMT -5

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Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." Sam tapped a few keys on his computer at the diner's table where he and Dean were sitting. Again. Dean looked up from his breakfast. "What is he?" "I talked to his daughter" Sam explained. "Apparently the guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog...he writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites—he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business." He turned the computer so Dean could see. "Here." "Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior" Dean read from the posted biography with a snort. "More like a pompous schmuck, if you ask me." Sam nodded agreeably. "Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself."

"When did you have time to do all this research" Dean wanted to know curiously. Instead of answering, Sam packed up his computer and slid out of the booth. "Come on." As Dean followed suit, he began chuckling. Sam looked his way. "What?" Dean shrugged. "I just...it's just funny, you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, like just desserts." He chuckled again and then moved off towards the cashier. "You're right" Sam agreed, adjusting the strap of his laptop case on his shoulder. "That is just desserts." His eyes landed on a plate at the counter that a middle aged man had just abandoned. The plate and remaining half of a pancake were both drenched in a sticky pink substance. Sam's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Dean had made it all the way over to the cash register before noticing Sam wasn't behind him. He returned to Sam's side. "What's wrong?" Sam tilted his head to the side. "Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" Dean shrugged. "It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Sam's jaw tightened. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me."
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came blaring over the radio.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean nibbled at his bacon curiously. "Eat your breakfast" Sam ordered stiffly, his eyes on the pancake-eating man who was just finishing up, his syrup choice back to maple. Dean looked surprised. As the man got up from his chair and headed for the exit, Sam slid from the booth and followed, carrying a brown paper bag. "What's in the bag" Dean called after his retreating back, scampering after him. Sam kept both eyes on the man ahead of them.

Speeding up, Sam was able to grab the man by the collar of his shirt, spin him around, and pin him in place against the nearest chain link fence. From within the brown paper bag, he'd withdrawn a stake dipped in his own blood...which would explain the handkerchief knotted around his forearm...and now placed it threateningly to the man's throat. "I know who you are" Sam growled. "Or should I say, what." "Oh my god, please don't kill me" the man whimpered. Dean was staring, gobsmacked by Sam's behavior. "Uh...Sam..." Sam ignored them both. "It took me a hell of a long time but I finally got it. It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?" "Yeah, sure ok" the man agreed, obviously just saying whatever Sam wanted to hear. "Just put the stake down please!" Dean took a hesitant step forward. "Sam, maybe you should"- "NO" Sam bellowed in fury, causing both Dean and the man to flinch. "There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster." The man looked desperately between Sam and Dean. "Mister, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space!" Sam shook him by the front of his shirt, digging the stake tip deeper into his flesh threateningly. "DON'T LIE TO ME! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

There was a brief pause and then suddenly, without warning, the face of the man in front of them morphed into the face of the trickster from a year ago that they thought they'd killed. He was grinning widely. "Actually Bucko...you didn't."

The boys stared.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 22, 2015 14:46:32 GMT -5

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Dean was caught off-guard by this latest turn of events. He went right on staring open mouthed at the trickster while Sam asked in a low voice, "why are you doing this?" The trickster raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" Dean crossed his arms. "And Hasselback, what about him?" The trickster smirked. "That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." The trickster chuckled jauntily. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town." Sam narrowed his eyes. "So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" "One, yes. It is fun" the trickster agreed without an ounce of shame. Dean glared at him. "And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?" "You son of a bitch" Sam growled. "How long will it take you to realize" the trickster went on, tilting his head to one side, studying Sam intensely. "You can't save your brother. No matter what." Dean knew this was a lot deeper than just this one groundhog day problem. Dean could tell just from the look on the trickster's face that it was a metaphor for the demon deal.

But Sam wasn't quite there yet. "Oh yeah" he challenged. "I kill you, this all ends now." The trickster held up his hands in surrender. "Hey hey hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday." He nodded energetically, looking between the boys. "I swear." "You're lying" Sam snapped. The trickster shrugged. "If I am, you know where to find me" he pointed out reasonably. "Having pancakes at the diner." Sam glanced over at Dean who gave a subtle shrug. It wasn't like he was the trickster's biggest fan or anything, especially now, so he would have no issues seeing Sam off him. Sam turned back to the trickster, setting his jaw. "No. Easier to just kill you." He lifted the stake high. The trickster smiled. "Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that."

He snapped.

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Mystery Spot. // Sam // Mar 22, 2015 21:53:54 GMT -5

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Sam's eyes snapped open as "Back in Time" came blaring over the radio. Sitting up in bed, it took him a second to realize that the song blaring out of the radio was not "Heat of the Moment" and that Dean was not sitting on his bed lacing up his shoes but was across the room, brushing his teeth at the sink. Noticing Sam's open eyes, he turned away from the sink to address him. "What, you gonna sleep all day?" "No Asia" Sam breathed in relief. Dean made a face. "Yeah, I know. This station sucks." Sam's eyes landed on the radio's clock which broadcasted not only the time, but the day as well. "It's Wednesday" he exclaimed. Dean spat a mouthful of water into the sink, giving Sam an odd look. "Yeah...which usually comes after Tuesday." He gestured at the radio. "Turn that thing off, will you?" Sam pushed back his covers, standing and smiling broadly. "What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" After hearing "Heat of the Moment" for over 100 days in a row, any different song would have been the most beautiful song he'd ever heard.

"No" Dean answered honestly, setting aside his toothbrush and watching Sam carefully. "Jeez, how many Tuesdays did you have?" Sam grabbed a long-sleeved shirt and tossed it on over his tee-shirt hastily. "I don't know. I lost count." He suddenly realized what Dean had asked. "Hey, wait. What do you remember?" Dean shrugged lightly. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday and then I remember running into the Trickster. But uh no, that's about it." Sam nodded, reaching for his backpack with one hand. "All right. Pack your stuff, let's get the hell out of town. Now." Dean frowned. "No breakfast?" Sam couldn't help smiling.

"No breakfast."
~~~

Fifteen minutes later, while Dean was packing up the car and Sam was finishing in the room, a sudden, startling loud gun-shot sounded. Sam left his bag where it was and sprinted outside, his heart in his throat in anticipation of what he'd find. Dean lay on the pavement beside the Impala and Cal from the diner was running in the other direction, holding a gun. Sam's stomach lurched. "DEAN!!" He hurried to his brother's side, cradling him in his arms. "No, no, no no no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn't supposed to happen today, come on" he pleaded, shaking Dean. When the older Winchester didn't move, Sam closed his eyes, waiting. And then opened them in panicked confusion before trying again. And still nothing happened. He swallowed hard. "I'm supposed to wake up now."

But he didn't.

--- SIX MONTHS LATER ---

Sam sped along a dark road in the Impala, staring straight ahead with no expression. His phone rang and he ignored it. He didn't get around to checking it until later that night and found a voicemail from Bobby. "Sam? It's Bobby. Heard about that demon thing you took care of in Death Valley. Nice job. Been about three months we talked, though. Be nice to hear your voice. Give a call. I'm here." Sam deleted the message.

Bobby's next message came about a week or so later while Sam was staring at the wall of his motel room which was covered with clippings about tricksters and how to track them. "Sam? Bobby again. Look, I'm worried about you. Just tell me you're not sitting alone somewhere obsessing over this damn Trickster. Call me, Sam. We can find it together. No one man should take something like this on alone. You hear me? By the way, that vampire nest in Austin, hell of a job." Sam deleted the message.

A month passed before Bobby tried again. "Sam? It's Bobby. I found him." Sam called Bobby back immediately.
~~~

Sam stepped inside the mystery spot building, his posture stiff, still no expression on his face. Bobby approached him with an affectionate smile, pulling him into a hug. "It's good to see you, boy." Sam remained stiff in the hug. "What are we doing here Bobby?" "Well, it's the last place we're sure the Trickster worked his magic" Bobby explained, pulling back from the one-sided hug. Sam stared straight ahead blankly. "So?" Bobby took a step backwards, gesturing at an open book on a nearby table. "So you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here." Sam moved closer to the table. "What do we need?" Bobby sighed. "Blood." Sam nodded curtly. "How much?" Bobby made a face. "Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh, too." "Meaning we have to bleed a person dry" Sam concluded tonelessly. "And it's gotta be tonight" Bobby finished. "Or not for another fifty years." Sam didn't bat an eyelash. "Then let's go get some."

He turned to leave. Bobby's voice, soft and crushed, spoke up from behind him. "You break my heart kid." Sam paused. "What?" "I'm not gonna let you murder an innocent man" Bobby insisted. Sam squinted at him in annoyance. "Then why'd you bring me here??" Bobby shook his head incredulously. "Why?? Because it was the only way you'd see me! Because I'm trying to knock some sense into you! Because I thought you'd back down from killing a man!" "Well, you thought wrong" Sam returned flatly. "Leave the stuff, I'll do it myself." Bobby shook his head firmly. "I told you, I'm not gonna let you kill a man." Fed up, Sam raised his voice to a shout. "It's none of your damn business what I do!" Bobby flinched. Sam stared hard at him, unrelenting. A tiny portion of his subconscious told him he was being downright rude but he couldn't help it. He missed Dean so much. With every fiber of his being. And he would do anything to get him back.

"You want your brother back so bad?" Bobby turned to his bag on the table and pulled something free. When he turned back to Sam, he could see it was a long sharp knife. "Fine." Sam eyed the knife warily. "What are you talking about?" "Better me than a civilian" Bobby answered quietly, holding the knife out. "You're crazy, Bobby" Sam countered, his stony expression wavering slightly. "I'm not killing you." Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Oh, now I'm the crazy one?" He shook his head somberly. "Look, Sam, I'm old, I'm coming near the end of my trail. You can keep fighting. Saving folk. But you need your brother. Let me get him back to you." "Bobby" Sam began woodenly, but Bobby wouldn't let him finish. "You and Dean, you boys are the closest thing I have to family. I wanna do this." He nodded seriously, locking eyes with Sam. "Ok" Sam finally agreed, taking the knife and swallowing. "Just make it quick" Bobby requested in a shaking voice, turning away from Sam and kneeling in preparation. "Do it son." Something had clicked for Sam. He wasn't sure exactly when but it had. "Yeah, okay, Bobby" he agreed, narrowing his eyes, and pulling a blood-stained stake from within an inner jacket pocket. "But you wanna know why?" He approached slowly from behind. "Because you're not Bobby" he finished, grabbing Bobby around the shoulders and plunging the stake deep into his chest through the back and out the other side. Blood spurted out of the wound as Bobby pitched forward, lying on his stomach, unmoving. Sam's certainty that this wasn't Bobby flickered. "Bobby??" Nothing. "Bobby??!"

There was another second of absolute silence before Bobby's corpse vanished and the stake that had been impaling it flew across the room where the trickster caught it in one hand, grinning. "You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam. Smart." He nodded, impressed. "Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands." He whistled. "Holy Full Metal Jacket." Sam's tough exterior began to melt. "Bring him back." The trickster blinked in surprise. "Who, Dean? Didn't my girl send you flowers? Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak." A glassy shine clouded Sam's eyes. "Just take us back to that Tuesday—er, Wednesday—when it all started" he begged in a trembling voice. "Please. We won't come after you, I swear." "You swear" the trickster repeating skeptically. Sam nodded fervently. "Yes." "...I don't know" the trickster hedged, beginning to pace. "Even if I could"- "You can" Sam insisted. "True" the trickster agreed. "But that don't mean I should." After a beat, he went on in exasperation, "Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish Cro-Magnon skull of yours." "Lesson" Sam echoed weakly. "What lesson?"

"This obsession to save Dean" the trickster pointed out. "The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam." He brushed off his hands and held them up, taking a step back. "Sometimes you just gotta let people go." Sam's vision blurred as more tears built upon the ones already there. "He's my brother." The trickster nodded unsympathetically. "Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him." Sam knew a valid point was being made. That even if he did get Dean back right now, he'd lose him again in four months if they were unable to break the demon deal and he'd be right back to this achy, hollow, misery, but that didn't mean anything to him. He just needed his brother back. For however long he could have him. "Please" he begged in a shaky voice. "Just...please."

The trickster threw up his arms. "I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall" he complained before sighing heavily. "Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You're Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal. I'm over it." Having no idea what the trickster was referencing, Sam frowned in confusion. "Meaning what?" The trickster smiled. "Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out."

He snapped.
~~~

Sam's eyes snapped open as "Back in Time" came blaring over the radio.

Dean looked over at him from the sink where he was brushing his teeth. "What, you gonna sleep all day?" Sam stared. Dean made a face. "I know, no Asia. This station sucks." Sam checked the clock radio. "It's Wednesday" he announced in relief. Dean gave him an odd look. "Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday." He gestured at the radio with his toothbrush before tossing it aside. "Turn that thing off." Ignoring him, Sam pushed back his covers, got out of bed, crossed the room in two strides, and pulled Dean into a bone-crushing hug. There were no words to express how glad he was to be reunited with his brother.

Dean returned the hug after a few seconds with a baffled expression. "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?" "Enough." Sam released his brother from the hug, taking half a step backwards. "What, uh, what do you remember?" Dean shrugged lightly. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. And that's about it." Sam nodded, exhaling. "Alright, let's go." Dean frowned. "No breakfast?" Sam gave his head half a shake. "No breakfast" he declared. Dean sighed and nodded reluctantly. "All right, I'll pack the car." Sam's heart gave a little jump. "Wait, you're not going anywhere alone." "It's the parking lot, Sam" Dean exclaimed in exasperation. Sam bit his lip. "Just—just trust me." Dean rolled his eyes and set about packing together their belongings. Sam did the same, at a slower pace, trying to keep his expression cheerful, though it obviously didn't work, because as Dean headed for the door, he paused and looked at Sam over one shoulder. "Hey, you don't look so good. Something else happen?" Sam thought about the seven months of hell he'd just lived through without Dean. Thought about the trickster's warning that he wasn't going to be able to save Dean. And swallowed hard. "I just had a really weird dream" he lied quietly. Dean smirked. "Clowns or midgets?" He lifted his eyebrows teasingly before stepping outside, leaving Sam alone in the room he'd just spent over 100 mornings waking up in. He tried to smile.

He couldn't.

[THE END.]

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