Chapter Four
It was the heeeeat of the moment, tellin' me what I wanted-
"Dude, come on. Wake up."
Dean Winchester sat up slowly on the mattress in the motel room as he heard his brother say the all too familiar words. He looked up and locked eyes with Sam for just a moment, shooting him a terrifying glare before lowering his head back onto the pillow with a sigh.
An hour later, the Winchester brothers were sitting in the same booth at the same diner, with the same civilians and the same waitress. Much to his annoyance, Dean found himself having to explain his story to his brother once again after his coffee had almost spilled for the umpteenth time.
"Well Dean, I'm still having a little trouble grasping this whole situation," Sam stated after listening to his brother's explanation, "but whatever's happening, we'll figure it out."
"Yeah, we better freakin' figure it out..." Dean muttered.
"So, do you have any idea why you're stuck in this time loop?" Sammy questioned. "Have you gotten any clues over the, er, past few days?"
"I thought it had something to do with the Mystery Spot, but now I don't know. Going there has only gotten you killed, twice, but I dunno what else this could be."
Sam nodded. "Okay, well, there's gotta be something we can do. The only thing I can think of is just making sure I stay alive until tomorrow. That can't be too difficult, right?"
Dean chuckled despite himself. "I dunno Sammy, I've watched you die three times already and I haven't been able to do anything to stop it. Kinda like Final Destination, ya know?"
"Well, maybe we can change things," the younger Winchester replied. "Try to mix things up a bit and change the day around. How about I add something to my order?" Dean nodded with a thoughtful expression, and then his brother called over to Doris to add a side of bacon to his short stack. "There," he smiled. "Different day already. If we really try and think about all of our decisions throughout the day, I think we can do this."
Dean smiled as he sipped his coffee; perhaps they really did have a chance at defeating this time loop or whatever it was. Like Sammy said, it was a different day already, and—
The elder Winchester was snapped away from his thoughts as he heard his younger brother start coughing. Sam had gulped down a bit of his beverage, too, and it looked as if it went down the wrong pipe. He slammed a hand against his chest a few times as he continued to cough. And cough. And cough.
"…Sammy?"
It was the heat of the moment—
"You mean we can't go out, to do anything, at all?" Sam questioned Dean, who had just re-explained the situation, along with a new decision that would hopefully get his brother a step further to staying alive. "You don't even want to go get breakfast?"
"Believe me, I want to go get some of that pig n' a poke like nobody's business, but I know we're both going to thank me when it's Wednesday."
Sam snorted. "Whatever that means." Dean shot him a bit of a look. "Well, if we can't go out, I think I'm going to do some research. Might give Bobby a call and see if he knows anything about time loops."
Dean nodded. "Okay, sounds good. I'm going to go take a shower, and you're going to sit at that table and not go anywhere, right?" Sam rolled his eyes with a small smile as his brother walked into the bathroom. The younger Winchester then went to grab the bag that contained his laptop and snatch his phone up from its spot on the nightstand.
As he got ready to dial Bobby's number, he looked at the amount of battery that his cell phone had left and noticed that it definitely wouldn't last during a lengthy call. He fished around in his black backpack until he finally found the cord that attached to his phone charger. After eventually locating an outlet, Sam went to plug the charger in. To his surprise, he was met with an agonizing volt of electricity shooting through his body. The younger Winchester let out a scream before falling to ground.
When the loud thud reached Dean's ears, he ran out of the bathroom in a panic. He clenched his jaw and his fists when he saw his brother's body on the floor, rage filling up the pit in his stomach.
- tellin' me what I wanted.
Dean dropped the grocery bag on the table in the kitchen area of their motel room with a frown. It was noon on Tuesday, again, but he was grateful that Sammy had made it at least this far. Even with the plan in order, they were still human, so he had run out to get some food after instructing his brother to sit in a chair and not touch anything. So far, he was still alive, and that was a plus.
"What'd you get?" Sam asked as his stomach grumbled.
Dean started unloading the bag. "Couple packs of beer, few bags of chips, and some microwaveable meals. Even got LeanCuisine for my sissy of a brother." He handed the latter to Sam, who rolled his eyes and started removing the food from its box. As he read the instructions, plopped it in the microwave, and hit the timer, Dean popped open a beer and started chugging.
"Aw crap," he said after he had finished. "I forgot the chips in the car. Stay right here."
"Yeah, sure," Sam replied, leaning on the counter as he waited for his food to finish. After he had heard the door slam, he grabbed a beer for himself and took a sip. He watched the digits on the microwave count down; he could feel himself getting hungrier with every second. Suddenly, the device made a buzzing sound and started spewing out smoke, which was quickly followed by a small flame. Sam looked at it in shock for a few seconds until he realized what was happening, and lunged for the sink.
Outside, Dean opened the shotgun door of the 1967 Chevy Impala. He felt around for the second grocery bag and pulled it out from under another backpack. The older Winchester then straightened up and shut the car door. Before he could turn around, there was a large boom from behind him, with a huge amount of smoke and heat right on its tail. He didn't even have to turn around to know what had happened, and what was about to—
It was the heat of the moment-
It was four o' clock on Tuesday, again, but Sam was still alive, and that's what mattered. He had spent the whole day doing research with his brother; surfing the web, calling Bobby, and reading all the books they had on them for more information on this time loop. However, even with the plan in order, Sam was still human. With all that sitting and all that beer they'd been sipping, it was really time for a stretch and a bathroom break.
After doing both, the younger Winchester made his way to the sink to wash his hands. He soaped, he rinsed, and then flicked some of the water on the ground before wiping the rest of it on his shirt. He took a step forward and suddenly flew backward, finding that there was more water on the floor than he had realized. The big man flailed his arms trying to find something to hang onto, but couldn't do anything before his head smacked onto the hard sink.
Dean, hearing the noise from the other room, closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He then threw the book he was reading across the room and slammed his fists on the table. "Son of a-!"
-shown in her eyes.
Dean brought the axe down for another blow to the Mystery Spot's walls. There were already hundreds of punctures and holes, but he continued his destruction. Gasoline had been laid down in all of the rooms and Mr. Carpiak had been taped to a chair behind him. Dean Winchester had had enough of this time loop.
Sammy stood by the owner of the attraction's side, watching his brother with his brows furrowed. He put a hand on the man's shoulder to try and calm him down. "Everything's going to be okay, we're not going to hurt you," he assured the man, and then turned to his brother. "Dean! I think you should calm down and think about what—"
"NO!" Dean shouted, seething. "There is something causing this time loop and I'm going to tear this place apart and down to the ground until I find out what it is!" He continued chopping away at the wall, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the axe.
"Well, I think you've done enough damage to this man's property, maybe—"
"NO!" the elder Winchester yelled again. "I'm ripping up the friggin' floorboards, tearing into the walls, and burning this place to the ground!"
Sam sighed with a frown. "Seriously, Dean, give it a rest," he said as he walked over to his brother, who was giving the weapon another swing.
"No, you give it a rest!" Another swing.
"Dean, give me the axe."
"Shut up Sammy!" One more swing.
"I'm not kidding, give it up!"
"NO!"
Blood splattered across Dean and Mr. Carpiak's faces. The latter started to squirm and shout, but only muffled noises came out of under the tape covering his mouth.
"Oh no…" Dean said, dropping the axe. "Mother of—grahhh!" he shouted as he slammed his fists into the wall repeatedly.
It was the heeeeat of the moment-
