Let the Mystery Be
Or the other 90 ways Sam watched Dean die during that sadistic Tuesday. Set During Ep03.11 'Mystery Spot'.
I've been kicking this idea around for a while, but I've also been putting it off considering how daunting it is. Basically every chapter is a bite-sized take on all the other 90 undocumented ways that Dean died that Tuesday. Why 90? Well presumably Dean died a hundred times during that Tuesday when the Trickster (Dad love him) decided to get pop-happy, and only ten were documented during the episode. So I'm filling in the blanks. I know this must have been done before, somewhere, somehow, and to anybody who can point me to a fic with the same premise please do – I would love to read it.
The title is taken from an Iris Dement song of the same name. I actually went through a whole mess of songs ('Please Don't Bury Me' by John Prine coming in a very close second, and although it was lighthearted it didn't quite fit) until I settled on this one. The song is kind of broody and heavy, but it kind of fits better. Turns out, there aren't a lot of humorous songs about death. Who knew?
Rated T for language and violence – no matter how funny you try to make it, repeatedly killing off a fictional character (especially one as yummy as Dean) can get very morbid. Oh, and these are mostly in random order.
Starting With Breakfast
"So you're telling me you're reliving this Tuesday over and over again? Like you're in a time loop – like Groundhog Day?" Dean said, staring at his brother evenly over the table in the diner.
Sam, looking notably drained and on edge, nodded wearily. "I've watched you die over and over again. We need to find a way to break this stupid loop."
Dean looked critically at him, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Okay. So if we're going to break it, we have to start doing things differently. Starting with breakfast."
As Sam watched he stood up to head over to the counter and talk to their waitress, Doris. "Hey, sweetheart, cancel that pig in a poke, I'll have—"
That was as far as he got before he slipped on a greasy napkin on the floor and careened towards the counter. Before Sam could get to his feet to grab him, Dean fell on the breadknife of the man eating pancakes, the force pushing the dull blade into his chest and severing his aorta. Dean toppled to the floor amidst cries of panic.
Sam clutched at his hair. "Dean?"