This chapter wouldn't stop! No matter what I did it grew and grew until I was forced to split it in two! (holy crap that rhymed) Anyway, part two should be up soon and then there will probably be one last chapter to wrap everything up and I'll focus more on Hell On Heels. Hope you like!

Piper frowned as she walked down the street. She may not be a very skilled trickster, but she could still sense the…off-ness of this town. Like something was…misplaced. Kind of. She really couldn't explain it except that a weird squishy feeling had settled in her stomach since she drove into town in her crappy Nissan. Along with that, she had a strange sense that her father was nearby, probably creating havoc.

Following that sense was easy enough. It led her straight to a diner in the middle of town where a few people were sitting about, enjoying breakfast. As she stepped inside, everything froze, reminding her of that scene at the beginning of the second X-Men movie. Her dad waved her over to where he was sitting at the counter. She shook her head when she realized he was wearing a rather nice work suit. He probably was in disguise to everyone else right now, but she always could see his real face, even when he wore a glamour.

"Hey," she greeted as she slid onto the stool beside him, stealing a bite of pancake along the way.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, cuz I am," he gave her a small smile. "But what are you doing here?"

"Heard about the mystery spot," she explained, raising an eyebrow, "And how some asshole professor disappeared there when he was trying to debunk it." His smile grew and she couldn't help but laugh, "What did you do?"

"Threw him into a wormhole."

She made a startled noise in the back of her throat, "That's kinda harsh, don't you think?"

He merely shrugged in answer, conjuring more pancakes for them and a side of fruit for her.

"So what's with all this then?" she asked around a strawberry, gesturing vaguely to the frozen diner with her fork. "If you already got the asshole then why are you still lingering?"

"Winchesters."

"Oh, daddy no. Please tell me you didn't."

He grinned, "Couldn't help myself."

She sighed, shaking her head, "What did you do?"

"Groundhog Day."

"Groundhog Day?"

"Groundhog Day."

"So one of them's stuck in a time loop."

"Yup."

"Bet I can guess which one."

"Bet you can."

"What exactly do you have against Sam anyway?"

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her, "You really want me to answer that?"

She rolled her eyes, "He doesn't even know about the future we'll have. Hell, he doesn't even know I exist yet. You can't blame him for the future God gave me."

"I still don't know what Father was thinking. How are you supposed to–"

"Dad," she cut him off, laying a hand on his forearm. "It's fine. If it all goes to plan, everything will be fine. Plus, I doubt you'd let anything truly bad happen to me."

He smiled fondly at her, patting the hand that was still on his arm, "You can count on it."

"Good." She leaned back to finish her breakfast. "Now. Let Sam and Dean go so we can actually make it to that time."

He pouted, "Oh, come on. Just a couple more Tuesdays?"

"Dad," she sighed.

"Look," he snapped his fingers, turning his syrup from maple to strawberry. "A subtle clue. If the Sasquatch really is as clever as he thinks, he'll notice and realize what's happening."

"And then they'll try to kill you again."

"They won't succeed."

"Still," she shook her head. "Seems a little iffy to me. Besides, won't he notice there's an extra person suddenly sitting in the diner?"

"Easy," he snapped his fingers again before turning back to his breakfast without another word.

Piper stared at her father for a long minute, realization slowly sinking in, "You just made me invisible didn't you?"

"Yup."

"Well, okay then." She took another bite of fruit. "I see anything I don't like though, and I'm stopping this."

He sighed, "I figured as much." Another snap of his fingers sent the diner back into motion, no one reacting to the extra body at the counter.

An old man was at the register paying his bill when the bell at the door jingled, announcing a new customer. Piper looked up to watch Sam preceding Dean through the door. Stress lines marred his faces and his hazel eyes looked flat, dead. His head was down, not looking where he was going. Whatever her dad was putting him through was obviously weighing him down.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett," the cashier said in a falsely cheerful voice.

"Yeah, yeah," the old man groused, snatching his change as he turned to go. He ran into Sam on the way out, Sam's large body barely turning from the impact.

The brothers passed where the waitress was talking to a man at the other side of the counter and sat down in a booth behind Piper and her father.

"Hey. Tuesday," Dean's voice drifted over to her as she finished eating and turned to face them. If they couldn't see her, she may as well enjoy the show. "Pig in a poke," he smiled.

Sam looked exasperated. Like he'd heard this too often. How many times had he gone through this morning? Without changing his expression he slapped a set of keys on the table, making Dean look down in confusion.

"What are those?" the elder brother asked.

"The old man's," Sam's voice was flat. "Trust me. You don't want him behind the wheel."

Piper didn't really get it, and judging by Dean's reaction, neither did he. They both let it go, though, as the waitress came up to their table.

"You boys ready?"

"Yes, we are," Dean answered, still flashing confused looks to his brother. "Uh, I'll have the special, a side of bacon and coffee."

"Hey, Doris," Sam turned to look at the woman. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How do you know that?" she sounded bewildered.

"Lucky guess."

Doris walked away, still a little dazed.

"Okay," Dean said seriously. "So you think you're caught in some kind of what?"

"Time loop," the exasperated look was back.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"It doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it." It almost broke her heart how defeated he sounded. Piper frowned at her father, giving him a small pinch in the side – the only not obvious retaliation she could give. He flinched and frowned at his plate, but otherwise didn't react. He was especially skilled at acting like nothing was happening in situations like these.

"Jeez," Dean's voice brought her attention back to the boys' table. "Aren't you grumpy?"

"Yeah, I am. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"This is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, I'm a little grumpy."

"A hundred?" she hissed to her father, giving him another pinch. He flinched again but this time smirked, his eyes flicking to hers briefly. She rolled her eyes. He could be so childish sometimes.

"Hot sauce." Sam said out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Coffee," Doris appeared by their table, setting a coffee mug in front of Dean, "Black. And some hot sauce for the–" she cut off as the small bottle slipped off her tray and Sam caught it deftly with one hand, setting it on the table without ever looking away from Dean. "Whoops! Crap. Thanks." She glanced between the brothers before scurrying away.

"Nice reflexes," Dean blinked as his brother spoke over him.

"I knew it was gonna happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen."

"You don't know everything."

"Yeah I do."

Dean smirked a second before they began talking in unison, much to the elder brother's annoyance.

"Yeah, right." They paused, Dean frowning. "Nice guess."

"It wasn't a guess," Sam shook his head slightly.

"Right, you're a mind reader," they continued together. "Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They both leaned forward, speaking quickly and quietly, "You think you're being funny, but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up – okay. Enough."

They both leaned away, Dean glancing out the window to collect his thoughts while Sam scowled at him. Piper was holding onto her middle, doubled over she was laughing so hard. Tears were pouring down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She was kind of glad no one could see her. They'd probably think she'd gone insane. Her father, however, was chuckling silently into his mug, obviously trying to hold himself back from bursting out as well, if not from the display the boys just put on, then from his daughter nearly passing out from laughing too much.

"That's not all," Sam muttered.

"Oh God, there's more?" she shook her head, wiping away tears with the back of her hands, turning to where Sam was looking at the cashier.

"Randy, the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Meyers?" He nodded to an older man sipping a milkshake at the corner of the counter. "At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit." The judge, having overheard, dropped his shake in shock. "Over there," he motioned to the only other guy at the counter, the one the waitress had been talking to earlier when the Winchesters had first walked in. "That's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."

"What's your point?" Dean asked, beginning to look scared.

"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. No matter what I do, you die. And then I wake up. And then it's Tuesday again."

Piper turned to her father, laughter gone as she scowled at his profile while he calmly read the morning paper, "You make him watch his brother die?" He didn't answer, not that she expected him to. "Over and over. You make him watch. A hundred Tuesdays dad? This isn't funny. It wasn't to begin with. This ends. Now."

The guys had gotten up to leave while she spoke, paying for the food they hadn't eaten.

"I don't care if they haven't figured it out or not. This is gonna end today." She slid off her stool and jogged to keep up with them. The moment she stepped out of the diner, she felt the illusion over her pop, making her visible once more. The Winchesters, with their freakishly long legs, had gotten a good head start, already half way down the next block. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she jogged across the street and then fell back into a brisk walk, catching up enough to overhear them talking.

"The dog," Sam said in a bored tone as they passed a golden lab tied up outside a store. It barked at them shaking its tail. Piper patted its head as she passed.

"There's gotta be some way out of this," Dean practically growled, frustrated with the situation.

"Where's my dang keys?" Sam mocked the old man from earlier as they passed him. He repeated what Sam had just said, patting down his sweater pockets. Piper offered him a kind smile.

"Excuse me," Sam muttered a second before a pretty young woman knocked into them, turning to say excuse me and continuing down the road. Piper got one of the girl's flyers as she passed. She glanced at the picture of the dickhead who his father dropped into a wormhole, Dexter Hasselback. The woman turned out to be his daughter. Piper wished she could apologize for her father's sick sense of humor, but that would be weird for the other woman.

Suddenly Dean was standing there, talking to the blonde woman and startling Piper into silence. She glanced down the road where Sam stood looking slightly stunned. She cursed silently when she realized, even if he'd never looked back on any other Tuesday and therefore wouldn't know if she'd been there or not, he had seen her once before. At the college, when she'd gone to meet Henry, the Winchesters had been talking to him. Sam had looked directly at her, and even if he didn't know where he'd seen her, he definitely recognized her now.

Not wanting to stick around and find out what Sam had to say to her, she gave a smile to the blonde woman as Dean turned away as well, told her she'd keep an eye out for her father, and headed back to the diner.

"Ma'am?" Sam's voice called. She didn't turn to see who he was calling to. "Uh, miss?"

She felt a sharp tug somewhere behind her navel. She blinked and suddenly it was early morning again and she was standing beside her Nissan outside the diner. The flyer was gone from her hands and the street only had light traffic. Looking through the blinds of the building in front of her, she spotted her dad eating pancakes and the old man walking up to the cashier to pay his bill.

Looked like it was another Tuesday.