A/N: Hello again!!! Two updates in one day? OMGEE aren't you guys lucky???!!! Well anyway this is a combination of the episodes "Dream a little dream of me" and "Mystery Spot" which were crucial episodes in season three I believe so I had to write Alex into them somehow. The summary for DALDOM is short of course, but I knew I had to write it because I want the beginning of this story to follow along with the plot of season three for the most part which means writing Alex into Season three somehow even though its a little AU...just please bear with me!! Anyway there is mild smut in here, but let me know what you think anyway. This chapter was also kind of rushed so I apologize. Next chapter will be better. I promise.


"I'm really not too fond of your friend Bela," Alex admitted packing her things back in her duffel.

Dean frowned heavily and zipped his duffel closed before kissing her on the cheek. "Me either, come on babe we gotta get out of here."

A week and a half had passed since they had found out Bobby was in a coma due to a "psychotic sandman" as Dean called him. Jeremy Frost had not only almost killed the one man who was like a father to her, but also Dean and Sam. And during the course of it all she had gotten to meet the notorious thief that Dean and Sam had told her was trying to make their lives a living hell. She played nicely with Bela although she could see the way Bela's eyes squinted in anger when she realized just how important to Dean and Sam Alex was. Alex admitted that she felt a hint of jealousy when she spotted the English chick that came walking into the motel room, but when she saw the way Dean acted coldly to her, her jealousies subsided. She knew that Dean had nothing but contempt for the woman. And when they found out she stole the Colt from right under their noses she knew exactly why.

She hadn't taken the dream root with the boys, it freaked her out a little to know that they would all be together trapped inside their own heads, so she opted to stay awake and watch over them. She noticed how visibly shaken was after Dean awoke, but said nothing not wanting to bother him. She had no idea that he had been dreaming of a demon version of himself, taunting him about what he would become.

"What did you see in Dean's head, Sam?" Alex asked zipping her duffel and following Sam and Dean out to the Impala. "24/7 porn?"

Sam shrugged with a smirk as Dean frowned. "Nothing, Jeremy kept me separate from Dean. Easier for him to beat my brains out I suppose. What did you see Dean?"

They both noticed the way Dean's face faltered by the slightest of an inch before he shook his head. "Nothing. I was looking for you the whole time," he replied shutting the trunk and rounding the car to climb into the impala.

Alex and Sam followed suit, Sam climbing into the backseat as Alex took the passenger. Dean hesitated as he shifted through his keys and then sighed before turning to look at Alex and Sam. "Guys?" he said softly his eyes dropping.

"Yeah?" Sam said leaning forward against the front seats.

"I've been doing some thinking…and I don't want to die," Dean admitted looking at Sam and then Alex. "I don't want to go to hell…I don't want to leave you guys."

Alex felt relief swarm through her with such an intensity that it came out of her in a heavy sigh. She looked to Sam who shared the same look of relief on his face. He reached forward and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "We will find a way to save you Dean," Sam said with so much confidence in his voice that Alex even believed him. "We aren't going to let you die."

Dean smiled weakly. "Okay good…"


One week later

"Heat of the moment!"

Alex never wanted to hear that song by Asia again. It would forever remind her of the worst seven months of her life. Being stuck in an infinite time loop with Sam, both of them watching Dean die in some new way every day, over and over and over again. She couldn't stand knowing the way he looked as he took his final breath, couldn't stand seeing the light go out in his eyes day after day after day. Sometimes Sam would be the one holding him as he died or it would be her, cradling him as her tears spattered across his face. She and Sam realized that it would continue to happen over and over again, but each time she cried, it never failed. Sam grew resilient to it, expecting it each time they both woke up to the sound of Asia, but she could never get used to it. She always hoped that that would be the day the horrible loop stopped and that it would be Wednesday.

When they found the trickster outside of the diner she thought her prayers had been answered and when she woke up beside Dean with no Asia playing her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She and Sam shared a knowing glance as she hugged Dean desperately and kissed him so passionately he grew hard against her. Dean sent Sam out off for a "long" breakfast while he and Alex ravaged each other, he didn't know why she was in such a good mood or why she clung to him so desperately, but he didn't care. When Sam returned they packed their things and planned on leaving the god forsaken town and never coming back, until they heard the gunshot rang out from the parking lot. She and Sam tripped over each other as they both bolted for the door, but she was the one to reach him first. She hugged him too her body, sobbing uncontrollably as Sam stared into Dean's dead eyes in disbelief.

"Close your eyes, Alex," he said shutting his own quickly. "We will wake up and this will be all over with."

But they didn't wake up. It felt as real as any other day and Dean was still dead. They buried Dean in a hidden plot in the backwoods of the town, calling Bobby who came to help them. Bobby offered to take her home to let her have a break from hunting, but she didn't want to leave Sam. She was afraid of what he would do if he was left alone. She stayed with him as he hunted, neither of them having fun or trying to enjoy life anymore. A month went by of Alex waking up and hoping it was at least Tuesday again, not caring if she heard the dumb song as long as Dean was there and she could have him in her arms once again. But when she opened her eyes there was only another dull motel room with Sam either asleep in the other bed beside hers or already awake and dressed.

She tried to keep her emotions in check, knowing that if she let them get the best of her she would break. But there came a night when they overwhelmed her and Sam found her crying on the bathroom floor when he returned from getting food. He carried her to her bed, strong arms wrapped around her tightly as he looked at her with water brimming in his eyes. She clung to him like an anchor as he ran a hand through her hair and shushed her. Its okay, he whispered in her ear caressing her back. I am going to find that damn trickster and we are going to get Dean back. I swear Alex, I swear it.

She let those words comfort her even though there wasn't a single ounce in her being that believed him. Even if they did find the trickster who was to say that he would even bring Dean back just to please Sam? But she nodded in his arms looking through her tears into his now cold brown eyes, all the light and kindness in them completely gone. She wanted to push him away then, wanted to crawl under her covers and drift off to sleep where she could dream of having Dean in her arms and his mouth on hers, but she didn't. She buried her face into Sam's neck as she squeezed her tighter against him, wanting to find some comfort, any comfort in him.

Soon his mouth was on hers, kissing and biting at her lips as she whimpered against him. She lay limp against him at first, her mind not made up about whether or not she wanted to do this. She gave in as his mouth became more eager, biting at the skin of her neck hard enough to spark pain. She grabbed him by his face roughly and kissed him, teeth scraping and biting as their tongues dueled against each other. There was no love or romance in it at all, just anger and hate for a being they could not find, and that was channeled into sexual energy. His hands held her so hard he left bruises, and the scratches from her nails bled out on his back. But that's what they both needed and wanted, physical pain to outweigh the emotional pain of it all. She egged him on as his fingers slid into her roughly, opening her wider for him.

"Yes Sam…fuck me…more…please Sam, make it hurt."

He slid into her without ease or caution. He was much bigger than Dean, his cock ripping and tearing at her as he bent her over the bed and thrust into her with no abandon. She felt tears still streaming down her face as the complex mixture of pain and pleasure burst through her, rolling and spinning, filling her and draining her all at once. He fucked her like he didn't know her, twisting and turning her into any position that he wished at the time, his hand pulling her hair hard, his teeth digging into her skin, talking to her in dirty slurs that thrilled her and offended her all at once. Soon the feelings in her reached their limit and she burst with them, his name rolling off of her lips only because she knew that he wasn't Dean. He didn't stop; he continued to bounce her on top of him as she straddled him in the reverse cowgirl position, his fingers digging into her sore hips as her hair brushed against his chest. It didn't take long for him to feel his balls tighten as he slammed home once more and spilled himself into her with loud grunt. It felt good and painful all at once, her body pulsing around him until she climbed off of him with a soft sob and lay down beside him. Neither of them said anything for a long time, both of them falling asleep, waking up the next morning to find themselves in each other's arms. She moved quickly, trying to dislodge herself from his arms, but he held her firm forcing eye contact.

"I'm sorry, Alex," he whispered allowing emotion to show on his face for the first time since Dean's death. "I didn't mean to…be so rough…I didn't want to hurt you I just…It won't happen again. And we will never speak of this again…it just…it hurts so badly."

She nodded in answer, brushing a meaningless kiss across his lips before running a hand through brown locks. "I know, Sam…its hurts me too…in more ways than you realize. Let's just find this damn trickster and bring Dean back."

Four months later Bobby called and left a message saying that they had found a way to get a hold of the trickster. They both didn't let their hopes get up as they drove to meet Bobby, the rain spattering on the windshield of the impala as Alex stared out the window. They hadn't had sex again just like Sam had said and they hadn't spoken of it either, as far as they were concerned it hadn't happened and it didn't mean a thing. When they found Bobby in the old apartment performing a ritual, Alex had no idea that Sam knew it was really the trickster. When he plunged the stake into Bobby's back she had felt her heart sink into her stomach and tears fill her eyes. She was turning to Sam to promptly kick his ass when Bobby's body disappeared and the trickster appeared with a laugh.

"I'm just fooling with you guys!" He said with a bright smirk. "Jeez Sam who ever said Dean was the dysfunctional brother clearly hasn't seen you with sharp objects in your hand. Whoa…full metal jacket."

"Bring him back!" Sam shouted stepping forward. He sounded angry and demanding which made Alex step forward and place a hand on his shoulder as the trickster frowned at him. She let the tears fall down her face as she looked the creature in the eyes.

"Please bring him back," she said softly, hoping he would see the hurt and pain in her eyes and bring him back again.

"Who? Dean?" The trickster asks incredulously. "Dean is dead sweetheart. His soul is rotting away downstairs as we speak."

"Then please just take us back to Wednesday when this all started," Alex pleaded instead.

"No," The trickster said with a frown. "I don't think I should. There's a lesson to learn here. Sam, this obsession you have with saving Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes from it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. Bad guys know it too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you gotta just let people go…And Alex…honey…just think of what your daddy would think if he knew this is what you had become after he gave up his life to save you and bring you peace."

Alex felt her stomach cave in at the tricksters words. "What…what do you mean?" She questioned. "My dad died from cancer…"

The tricksters smile widened. "That's what you think missy…your dad is in the same spot that Dean and John Winchester are in….hell."

Alex's mind reeled at the implications the trickster was making. Sam felt for her, but he did not want to waste the whole reason of why they had come and lured the trickster there. "He's my brother," he continued stepping forward again.

"Yup and like it or not this is what life is gonna be like without him. You two alone…hunting and living on the run…occasionally screwing each other even though you know its wrong, but you just can't help it."

"No!" Sam shouted grabbing him by his shirt. "Please…just please…"

The trickster rolled his eyes in with a sigh. "I swear it's like talking to a brick wall with you two. This all stopped being fun months ago. I'm over it."

Sam and Alex blinked in confusion. "What does that mean?" Sam questioned.

"That's for me to know and you two to find out," the trickster replied with a snap of his fingers.


When Alex and Sam awoke again it was too the sound of Huey Lewis and the news. They both sat up, looking at each other as they shared shocked glances. They looked to the bathroom, seeing Dean standing in the doorway staring at them both with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth gazing at them both curiously.

"You both just gonna sleep all day?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

"It's Wednesday," Alex said with a large smile looking at Sam who nodded in agreement.

Dean frowned at them. "Yeah. Which usually comes after Tuesday. One of you turn thing off," he said motioning to the radio.

Alex and Sam ignored his order and rushed out of their beds, both reaching Dean at once and hugging him tightly. Dean grunted as they made impact but wrapped his arms around them both, looking at them weirdly. Alex rose on tip toe as his face turned to hers and kissed him quickly, one hand going into his hair before she and Sam both pulled back.

"Whoa…how many Tuesdays did you guys have?" Dean asked.

"Enough," Alex and Sam replied at the same time. Then they both blinked in surprise.

"Wait… You remember?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah….well I remember you both being whacked out yesterday and I remember catching up to the trickster. That's about it."

Sam and Alex shared a glance as Dean went back into the bathroom. Neither of them had to speak to let the other know that they would never tell Dean about those six months where he was dead to them, how they each had to live alone without him and the things that occurred. It would be their little secret, never to be spoken again by either of them. They both just wanted to get the hell out of the town and move on. The one thing Alex did want to look into is what the trickster had said about her father, but it could wait until Thursday when she could make sure they weren't in the loop still.

"Let's get the hell out of this town," Alex sighed.

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yes, NOW."

"No breakfast??" Dean whined looking at them both.

"No breakfast," they answered at once.

Dean sighed. "Fine…I'll pack the car."

"No you won't," Alex ordered. "You pack your things up here and we will all leave together. You aren't leaving our sight."

"It's the parking lot, Alex," Dean replied giving her a look.

"Just trust us," Sam answered.

They packed their things quietly; making sure nothing of them was left behind before they were ready to go. They were heading out the door when Dean stopped them both. "You guys okay? Neither of you look that good," he asked. "Something else happen?"

Sam and Alex shared a glance looking at him before they both shook their heads.

"I'm fine," Alex lied heading out the door.

"Me too," Sam offered. "I just had a weird dream is all. A really weird dream."

Dean nodded. "Clowns or midgets?"