Supernatural: Mystery Spot

A/N: Hello! Now, I know that this particular story should be taking place later in the season, but I really wanted to do it, especially since I came up with some neat twists.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER ONE: TUESDAY AGAIN?!

"For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief."

Proverbs 24:16

Broward County, Florida

Monday night…

It was 8pm when the Winchesters pulled into a parking spot at a local motel and they got out of the Impala, stretching after a long drive.

"Okay, Sam and I will get checked in, and you stay with the car, Liz," Dean told his twin before heading to the office with Sam.

"Sure," Liz agreed and leaned against the car to wait while examining a newspaper article that Sam had found online that'd hinted at a possible case in the area, and was unaware that she was being watched.

A few minutes later, Sam and Dean returned with a set of keys to room 215. "All right, let's get our stuff inside and get some dinner."

Agreeing with that, they opened the trunk to get their bags out, and both Sam and Dean headed up the stairs while Liz struggled with one of her bags, which had gotten caught on something.

"Come on, you stupid thing," Liz muttered, reaching further in and felt around until she found that the strap had gotten caught on a loose nail. "Got ya." Grinning, she got the strap freed and was straightening up when she became aware of a strange whispering sound.

"What the-?" she began turning around when she felt a light touch on the back of her neck and she fell into darkness instead.

Sam came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see that Liz wasn't in the motel room yet. "Hey, where's Liz?"

Dean, who was digging through one of his bags for his toothbrush, looked up, and was surprised that their sister was still outside. "Huh, that bag must be giving her more trouble then usual. Well, let's go help her."

Agreeing, they went back outside, down the stairs, and were alarmed to see that Liz was sprawled on the ground behind the car, clearly unconscious.

"Liz!"

"Oh god!"

Running forward, Dean reached their sister first, knelt down, and began checking for any sign to indicate an attack while Sam made sure that her pulse was still strong. "Liz? Come on, sis, wake up."

"I don't see any trauma, do you?" Sam asked, shaking her shoulder but getting no reaction. "Dean?"

Dean shook his head, worried. "Nothin', what's going on around here?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted, pulling out his cell phone and called 911. "Hello? I have an emergency…"

Broward General Medical Center

Fort Lauderdale, Broward County, Florida…

It was after 11pm by the time Sam and Dean were able to talk to the head doctor about what was wrong with their sister and if she was going to be all right.

"I'm Dr. Wright, and I have the results of the tests concerning your sister, Elizabeth," said a tall, Hispanic man in his mid-thirties and wearing the usual white doctor coat and scrubs.

"Do you know what's wrong with Liz?" Sam asked, fearing the worse if she didn't recover from whatever this was.

"Well, nothing seems physically wrong," Dr. Wright admitted, checking the chart, "only that she seems to be in a coma of some kind, and from what you both reported, she didn't show any signs of distress before you found her?"

"None," Dean answered. "I mean…yeah, we all were tired from driving for so long, but other than that, nothin' out of the ordinary."

"Dr. Wright, will Liz be waking up anytime soon?" Sam asked.

Dr. Wright sighed. "To be perfectly honest, I don't know for sure, but as long as her vitals remain strong, and her brain activity remains consistent, she may very well wake up in a couple of days."

While that wasn't the best news for Dean and Sam, it was better than nothing, and they weren't going to leave the county, or even the state, until they knew that Liz was going to be all right. After confirming where they were staying and providing contact numbers, the brothers had no choice but to return to their motel, get some rest, and work the case.

"Do you think it could be the Menae?" Sam asked once they were back in the motel room, having gotten some food on the way despite Dean insisting that he wasn't hungry.

"I don't think so," said Dean, pacing and thinking. "I talked to a nurse while we were waiting and she wasn't aware of any children falling into a deep sleep and not waking up in the last few weeks, or of any new flower shops opening up, either."

Sam sighed, agreeing with Dean's emotional frustration. "Well, I guess we just work the case and hope that Liz will wake up in a couple of days. But I'll call Bobby and see if he can come up with anything that might help explain what's going on."

"Good idea," Dean agreed, and then took a big bite out of his hamburger with some hope that everything would turn out all right in the end.

Tuesday morning…

Sam was sleeping peacefully in his bed-

`"Heat of the moment!"`

Sam's eyes snapped open and he immediately sat up, glaring at the alarm clock that'd been set for 8 am.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean said cheerfully from the other bed, where he was already dressed and was tying on his boots while bopping his head to the music, and he didn't seem to be worried that their sister was in a strange coma at the hospital.

"Dude," Sam said, hardly amused. "Asia?"

"Come on, you love this song," Dean teased, grinning like a hyper five-year-old on a sugar rush, "and you know it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself," he said sarcastically, wishing that Liz was there to rein their brother in.

Dean responded by turning up the volume. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." And he started bopping along again, and Sam shook his head before mentally turning the alarm off, making his brother pout.

"Spoil sport," Dean grumbled while finishing off his boots and headed for the bathroom.

Sam snorted, got out of bed, and got dressed while glancing wistfully at Liz's bags, which were stacked next to the closest at his insistence. 'Man, Liz, I really wish you were here right now.' And he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, ignoring Dean, who was gargling loudly.

After Dean found his gun, which Sam had accidentally put inside the air vent the night before, they left the motel and walked five blocks to the nearest diner for breakfast, and Dean joked of how Liz would've hidden his gun in the freezer, which made Sam laughed since their sister had actually done that to them both as an April Fool's joke when they were younger, and even their dad had laughed at the sight of his shotgun, somehow, ending up in the freezer.

"Did he ever figure out how Liz managed to do that?" Sam asked as they entered the diner, where the cashier was giving an elderly man his change and a warning.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."

"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Pickett grumbled as he turned away, pocketing his change and pulling out his car keys.

"Order up!" shouted the cook in the back.

"Don't think so," Dean said shrugging as they walked past the counter, where three men were sitting and two were eating; the third and youngest was fingering some change moodily since it was obvious that he didn't have much to spend and the waitress, Doris, was lecturing him.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal," she reminded him. "You know the rules."

After a few seconds, Cal sighed and passed her some of the change. "Some coffee."

Finding an empty booth, they both sat down and waited for the waitress to come; while they waited, Dean glanced at the posters and pointed to one, grinning. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

Sam made a face at the name and he was certain that Liz would probably be objecting right now. "You even know what that is?"

Before Dean could respond, Doris walked up with a couple of menus. "You boys ready?"

Dean nodded. "Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."

"Make it two coffees and a short stack," Sam added.

Doris nodded, wrote down the orders and walked away. "You got it."

Once she was out of earshot, Dean switched to business mode. "Okay, remind me of why we're here again, besides trying to figure out what did that to Liz?"

"We're here to find a missing professor, jerk," Sam retorted and pulled out a stack of papers, and on the top of the pile were newspaper clippings: MISSING – DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA. "Professor Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished."

"Last known location?" Dean asked, pulling some of the papers, including a yellow flyer toward him to look at.

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot," Sam answered.

Raising his eyebrows, Dean turned over the flyer and read what was on it; the front had a large question mark and the words "Broward County Mystery Spot". On the back was "E=MC2?", "A=πR2?", and "F=GM1M2/R22?" He then looked below the lines and read aloud. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning…oh you've got to be joking, Sam."

Just then, Doris arrived with a tray with two coffees and a bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees, black," she said, setting down the two cups, "and some hot sauce for the-" and she gasped when the hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor, making both Sam and Dean wince slightly. "Whoops. Crap! Sorry," she added for her language and turned to get a mop. "Cleanup!"

Once they had their breakfast without any other incidents, Sam and Dean started back toward their motel, talking about the case, and walked past a dog that barked at them as Dean took back the flyer for another look.

"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right?" he pointed out. "I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet."

Sam rolled his eyes. "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 asked skeptically.

Sam shrugged. "Well sometimes these places are legit."

Dean sighed, having to agree with that, and he knew that Liz would agree, too. "All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"

"Well-" Sam began when Dean collided with a blonde woman, who was carrying a stack of papers.

"Excuse me."

"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually," Sam continued once Dean was done staring after the woman, although it took a well-place elbow in the ribs to do it. "They say that in these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space/time, sending victims no one knows where."

"Sounds a little X-Files to me," Dean commented as they passed two movers, who were trying to get a desk in a narrow doorway.

"I told you it wouldn't fit," one mover complained.

The second mover scowled. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?"

"I was thinking more of Doctor Who," Sam countered and Dean clucked. "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. And until Liz wakes up-"

"All right, all right," Dean cut in, "we'll go tonight, after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."

Later that night, Sam and Dean quietly broke into the building that contained the so-call Mystery Spot and, after turning on their flashlights, found themselves standing in a neon green hallway that had a black double spiral painted on the walls.

Exchanging a look, Sam pulled out their EMF reader and started up the hallway with Dean leading the way with his flashlight. Soon they entered a room where a table, lamp, and ashtray were attached upside-down to the ceiling.

"Wow," Dean said sarcastically. "Uncanny."

Ignoring him, Sam examined another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, only this one was at an angle to the floor.

"Find anything?" Dean asked as they continued searching the room and examining the other strange things in it.

Sam frowned at the unresponsive EMF meter, wondering if it was broken. "No."

Dean wasn't too surprised by that answer and snorted. "You have any idea what you're looking for?"

"Uh, yeah," Sam began and then faltered when Dean raised his eyebrows. "No," he finally admitted and Dean shook his head, annoyed.

"Well, since there's clearly nothin' here, I vote we leave, get some sleep and hope that Liz wakes up soon," Dean suggested and Sam reluctantly agreed, and they turned to go-

"What the hell are you doing here?" a voice demanded from behind them.

Both Sam and Dean turned around, and Dean pointed his flashlight and handgun at the voice; it was the owner, who had a gun aimed at Dean.

Realizing this, Dean quickly pointed his gun elsewhere and lowered his flashlight. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, we can explain."

Scared, the owner then pointed the gun at Sam, who had his hands raised. "You robbing me?"

"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down," Sam answered honestly, gently nudging the man's mind, but was surprised to find that something was blocking his ability. 'What the-?'

Suddenly, the owner pointed the gun back at Dean, who had been trying to put his own gun on the floor. "Don't move!"

Dean froze, equally surprised that Sam's Jedi mind trick hadn't worked either since he could tell when Sam was using it…most of the time. "Just putting the gun down."

Unfortunately the owner was so nervous that he accidentally fired, the buckshot slammed into Dean's chest, knocking him to the floor.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, dropping both his flashlight and the EMF reader as he rushed over to his brother, who was struggling to breathe, and tried to put pressure on the wound. "Come on, Dean, stay with me," he pleaded before turning to the owner, who was staring in shock. "Hey! Call 911."

"I-I didn't mean to-" the owner began, panicking.

"Now!" Sam ordered, his Jedi ability finally working as the owner bolted; breathing hard, he turned back to his dying brother, terrified. "Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no, not like this…" but it was too late as Dean stopped breathing and his eyes slowly closed; devastated, Sam began crying and buried his face into his brother's jacket. "Dean…Dean…"

`"Heat of the moment!"`

Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up and stared around the motel room in confusion. What was he doing in the bed? Was he having a bad dream?

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean announced, making him jump; once again, Dean was sitting on the other bed, tying his boots.

Sam stared at him, wondering how his brother could be alive when he just saw him die, and then at the clock radio blankly.

"Dude. Asia," Dean laughed, oblivious to his brother's confused expression.

Sam began breathing hard. "Dean."

"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it," Dean cut in, turning the volume up and started bopping along, looking forward to a great day with the hope that Liz would be awake soon.

Meanwhile, Sam just sat in the bed, confused beyond belief before finally getting out and getting dressed in clean clothes. He had been dreaming, hadn't he?

In the bathroom, Dean was gargling loudly and annoying; Sam, on the other hand, just drank some water, swished, and spit into the sink.

Dean noticed his brother's lack of reaction and spit out his mouthful. "What? You worry about Liz?"

Sam shook his head, wondering why this all seemed so familiar. "I don't know."

"You all right?" Dean asked, concerned.

"I think I-" Sam began and paused. "Man, I had a weird dream."

"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?" Dean asked and Sam scowled, before dumping the remaining water in his cup on his sibling's head, making him yelp in protest.

"Sam!"

A few minutes later, they were walking to the nearby diner with Sam still confused and Dean was, once again, completely oblivious that something was wrong with his brother. They entered the diner just as Mr. Pickett was leaving, stuffing his change into his pockets and pulling out his keys.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."

"Yeah, yeah."

Sam stared around, bewildered as they walked past the same counter with the same three men to find a booth, and Doris was lecturing Cal about the same thing.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."

Sighing, Cal passed her some of the change. "Coffee."

As they sat down in the same booth, at least Sam thought it was the same booth, and waited to give their orders. Dean noticed a poster on the wall and grinned.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

Startled, Sam glanced between his brother and the poster, which was the same one from last time. "It's Tuesday? But I thought it was Tuesday yesterday…wasn't it?"

Dean frowned, wondering what was going on with his brother. "No, yesterday was Monday, and today is Tuesday."

Just then, Doris walked up. "Are you boys ready?"

Dean nodded. "Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."

'How can it be Tuesday again?' Sam wondered before focusing on the present…such as it was. "Uh, nothing for me, thanks."

"Let me know if you change your mind," Doris told him before walking away.

"Okay, remind me of why we're here again, besides trying to figure out what did that to Liz," Dean requested, only to find that Sam was staring after Doris. "Sam? Hey." And he snapped his fingers at his brother, making him jump. "You with me?"

Sam looked at him blankly for a moment. "What?"

"You sure you feeling okay?" Dean asked, once again concerned.

Sam sighed. "You don't — you don't remember? Any of this?" he asked.

Now Dean had a blank look on his face. "Remember what?"

"This," Sam said, gesturing around the diner. "Today. Like it's — like it's happened before?"

Dean pondered this. "You mean like déjà vu?"

"No," Sam said, "I mean like, like it's really happened before."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Like déjà vu."

"No, forget about déjà vu," Sam snapped, almost losing his temper. "I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."

Dean frowned, confused. "Okay, how is that not dé-"

"Don't, don't say it!" Sam growled. "Just don't even…"

"Coffee, black," Doris announced, returning and setting down a single cup of coffee, "and some hot sauce for the — oops! Crap!" as the tray wobbled and the hot sauce began to fall-

Sam caught it and Doris gasped; he stared at the bottle in his hand for a moment and gave it back.

"Thanks," Doris said gratefully, put the bottle down and walked away.

"Nice reflexes," Dean commented, but Sam didn't say anything. What the hell was going on around here?

Just like last time, the dog barked at them as they passed, a blonde woman bumped into Dean, and the two movers were trying to get the large desk through a door that was clearly not big enough.

"Sam, I'm sorry," Dean apologized, "but I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Sam sighed, trying to explain it…again. "Okay, look, yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced."

Sam pouted. "So you don't believe me?"

Dean laughed while privately wishing that Liz were there to help figure out what was going on with their little brother. "Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions."

"No it wasn't anything like that since I don't get visions anymore," Sam reminded him, "and anyway, it was way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-" 'And then you died.'

"And then what?" Dean asked after a few seconds had passed.

"Then I woke up," Sam lied, not wanting to admit that he'd seen his brother die right in front of him, and that something had kept him from nudging the owner's mind at that exact moment. "Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it-"

"Maybe what?" Dean asked, wondering where his brother was going with this.

"We gotta check that place out, man," Sam said, and noted his brother's concerned expression. "Look, just, go with me on this, okay?"

Dean nodded, deciding to play along. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after it closes, get ourselves a nice long look."

Sam panicked when he heard those words. "Wait, what? No."

Now Dean was really confused. "Why not?"

Sam swallowed, thinking fast. "Uh. Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded."

Dean stared at his brother, surprised. "My God, you're a freak." And winced when Sam scowled and kicked him in the shin. "Ow! Okay. Whatever. We'll go now." He then headed for the street, glancing to the right-

WHAM!

Out of nowhere, a car slammed into him from his left.

Sam jumped backward as the car screeched to a halt, the breaks screaming, and then he ran toward his brother's unmoving body. "Dean!" he fell to his knees, ignoring everything else. "Dean, no, no, no. Not again, not again." There was blood on his brother's face and he carefully turned him over and picked him up. "Come on, Dean," he pleaded as Mr. Pickett leaned out of the car window, but Sam was focused on his brother, who was dead…again. "Dean. Dean-"

`"Heat of the moment!"`

Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in motel bed. Again.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Dean was alive again, and Sam looked at the alarm clock, confirming his worse fears.

T-U-E

Yeah it was Tuesday all over again.

A/N: Now, I haven't seen Groundhog's Day all the way through just yet, but other shows have referenced that movie, and that's why this is one of my favorite episodes for the third season of Supernatural. R&R everyone!