Mystery Spot Part 1
Sam's eyes were closed and he and Angela were sleeping peacefully.
"Heat of the moment…" the radio played
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Sam sat up in bed, and Angela followed suit, leaning up to kiss him softly. He kissed back sleepily and she pulled away smiling.
"Morning." She murmured.
"Morning." He smiled at her.
"Telling you what your heart is…" the radio continued.
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Dean said, sitting on the bed, tying his shoes.
"Dude." Sam said. "Asia?"
"Come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean replied.
"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself." Sam said.
Angela shrugged. "I dunno, it isn't so bad."
Dean turned up the volume and looked at Sam. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you."
"It was the heat of the moment…" the radio played loudly.
Dean started bopping along. Sam shook his head and Angela laughed.
"Heat of the moment. Heat of the moment. Showed in your eyes…" the radio continued.
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Dean gargled loudly and long. Angela looked up at him, her brow raised as she brushed her teeth. Sam tried to ignore him long enough to brush his teeth. Dean grinned.
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"Whenever you're ready, Dean." Sam said.
Dean pulled out a black bra. "This your girlfriend's?" Dean asked.
Angela blushed furiously. "Dean!" she exclaimed. "Put it back." She glared.
Dean laughed, rummaged in the bag some more, and pulled out a gun. "Bingo." He said. He went past Sam and Angela to the door. "Now who's ready for some breakfast?"
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The door chimed as Sam, Dean and Angela entered. The cashier gave Mr. Pickett some change.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Order up." A cook in the background said.
The three hunters found a booth.
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." A waitress said.
Cal passed her some change. "Some coffee."
Dean noticed a poster on the wall. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
"You even know what that is?" Angela asked.
The waitress, whose nametag said Doris came over. "You three ready?"
"Yes." Dean nodded. "I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Make it to coffees and a short stack."
"Just a coffee for me, thanks." Angela said.
"You got it." Doris replied.
"I'm telling you, guys, this job's small fry." Dean said. "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
"Okay, sure, let's get right on that, where is she again?" Sam asked.
"Shut up." Dean replied.
"Look, believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do." Angela shrugged. "In the meantime, we have this."
Sam pulled out some papers.
"All right, so this professor." Dean said.
The headline on the newspaper clipping read 'Missing- Dexter Hasselback Last Seen In Broward, Florida'.
"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam said.
"Last known location?" Dean asked.
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Angela said.
Dean turned over a flyer. The front had a large question mark and the words 'Broward County Mystery Spot'. The back said 'E=MC2?', 'A=R2?' and F=GM1M2/R22?' below the lines Dean read aloud.
"Where the laws of physics have no meaning." He said.
Doris arrived with a tray with three coffees and a bottle of hot sauce.
"Three coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the—
Doris gasped as the hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor.
"Whoops. Crap! Sorry. Cleanup!" she said.
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A dog barked as Sam, Dean and Angela passed. Dean grabbed the Mystery Spot flyer from Sam's hands.
"Guys, joints like this are only tourist traps, right?" Dean said. "I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet."
"Okay, look, we're just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people." Angela replied. "The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex—
"Broward Country Mystery Spot?" Dean asked.
"Well sometimes these places are legit." Sam shrugged.
"All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"
"Well—Sam started.
Dean collided with a blonde girl, who was carrying a stack of paper.
"Excuse me." She said.
"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually." Sam said. "They say 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 replied.
The three passed two movers trying to get a desk in a door.
"Told you it wouldn't fit." The first one said.
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" the second asked.
"All right, look, we're not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." Angela said.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean replied.
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The hallway was neon green with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. The door opened to reveal Sam, Dean and Angel with flashlights. Sam closed the door behind them. They moved up the hallway. Sam pulled out the EMF reader. Dean and Angela shined the flashlights around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside down to the ceiling.
"Wow. Uncanny." Dean said.
Sam examined another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, this one at an angle to the floor. They all moved on.
"Find anything?" Dean asked.
Sam held up the unresponsive EMF meter. "No."
"You two have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean asked.
"Uh, yeah." Sam nodded.
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"No." Angela admitted.
Dean shook his head. They shined their flashlights around the other parts of the room.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the owner asked.
Sam and Angela turned to look. Dean pointed his flashlight and handgun at the voice. The owner had a gun aimed at Dean. Dean pointed his gun elsewhere.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, we can explain." Dean said.
The owner pointed the gun at Angela. "You robbing me?"
"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down." Angela replied.
He pointed the gun back at Dean. "Don't move!"
"Just putting the gun down." Dean said.
The owner fired. Dean fell.
"Dean!" Sam and Angela yelled.
The rushed to Dean. Dean struggled to breathe.
"Hey!" Angela said.
Sam looked at the owner. "Call 911."
"I, I didn't mean to—
"Now!" Sam yelled.
The owner left.
"Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no, not like this…" Angela whispered.
Dean went still. His eyes closed. Sam and Angela watched, devastated.
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"Heat of the moment…" the radio played.
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Sam sat up in bed, Angela following suit. They both stared around.
"Telling you what your heart is…" the radio continued.
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Dean said.
Dean was sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. Sam and Angela stared at him, then Sam glanced at the clock radio.
"The heat of the moment… Showed in your eyes." The radio played.
"Dude. Asia." Dean said.
"Dean." Angela murmured.
"Oh, come on Angie, you love this song and you know it." Dean said.
Dean turned the volume up and started bopping along, exactly like the first time. Sam and Angela stared after him.
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Dean gargled loudly and annoyingly. Sam drank some water, swished, and spit. Angela continued brushing her teeth. Dean noticed their lack of reaction and spit out his mouthful.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam muttered.
"You two all right?" Dean asked.
"I think I—Sam started, glancing at Angela. He pause. "Man, I had a weird dream."
"Me too…" Angela murmured.
"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?" Dean asked.
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The door chimed as Sam, Dean and Angela entered. The cashier gave Mr. Pickett some change.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
The three hunters found a booth. Sam and Angela stared around, bewildered.
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."
Cal passed her some change. "Coffee."
Dean noticed a poster on the wall. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
Angela glanced between Dean and the poster. She frowned. "It's Tuesday?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"Are you three ready?" Doris asked.
"Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
Sam stared for a minute. "Uh, nothing for me, thanks."
Angela swallowed thickly. "Same here, I'm good."
"Let me know if you two change your minds." Doris replied.
"I'm telling you, guys, this job's small fry." Dean said. "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
Sam and Angela stared after Doris.
"Hey." Dean said. He snapped his fingers at them. "You two with me?"
"What?" they asked.
"You sure you two feeling okay?" Dean frowned.
Angela sighed. "You don't, you don't remember any of this?"
"Remember what?"
"This." Sam said. "Today. Like it's, like it's happened before?"
"You mean like déjà vu?" Dean asked.
"No, I mean, like, like it's really happened before." Angela said.
"Yeah. Like déjà vu." Dean repeated.
"No, forget about déjà vu." Sam replied. "We're asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."
"Okay, how is that not déjà—
"Don't, don't say it!" Angela replied, getting frustrated. "Just don't even…"
Doris arrived with a tray with one coffee and the hot sauce.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the, oops! Crap!"
Sam noticed the hot sauce wobble on the tray and caught it as it fell. Doris gasped. Sam stared at the bottle in his hand and gave it back.
"Thanks." Doris said. She put down the bottle and left.
"Nice reflexes." Dean said.
Neither Sam or Angela said anything.
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The dog barked as Sam, Dean and Angela passed. Sam and Angela stared back over their shoulders.
"Guys, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean said.
"Okay, look, yesterday was Tuesday, right?" Angela asked.
"But today is Tuesday too." Sam added.
"Yeah. No. Good. You two are totally balanced." Dean replied.
"So you don't believe us?" Angela asked.
Dean laughed and collided with the blonde girl.
"Excuse me." She said.
"Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy." Dean said. "Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another one of your psychic premonitions."
"No, no way, way too vivid." Sam said. "Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then—
"And then what?" Dean asked.
"Then we woke up." Angela said.
Sam, Dean and Angela passed the movers.
"Told you it wouldn't fit."
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
"Wait a minute!" Sam said. "The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it—
"Maybe what?" Dean asked.
"We gotta check that place out, man." Sam said. "Look, just, go with us on this, okay?"
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after it closes, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean replied.
Angela realized what Dean said and whipped around. "Wait, what? No."
"Why not?"
"Uh." Sam said. "Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded."
"My God, you two are freaks." Dean replied. "A match made in heaven, I guess."
"Dean." Angela said.
"Okay. Whatever. We'll go now."
Dean walked a few feet ahead of Sam and Angela and looked to his right as he entered the street. A car slammed into him from his left.
"Dean!" Sam and Angela yelled.
They rushed to Dean.
"Dean, no, no, no." Sam said.
Dean had blood on his face and was barely moving. Sam turned him over and picked him up.
"Come on, Dean." Angela said.
Mr. Pickett leaned out of the now-stopped car. Sam and Angela stared at him, then back at Dean.
"Hey. Dean." Sam said.
Dean wasn't moving.
"Dean. Dean." Angela said.
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"Heat of the moment…" the radio played.
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Sam and Angela sat up in bed and stared around.
"Telling you what your heart is…" the radio continued.
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Dean said. He was sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. They stared at him.
"The heat of the moment… Showed in your eyes…"
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Dean gargled loudly and annoyingly. Sam and Angela watched.
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"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean smiled.
"Would you listen to us, Dean?" Angela asked. "Because we are flipping out."
"Are you three ready?" Doris asked.
"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black, nothing for us, thanks." Sam said.
"You got it." Doris nodded.
"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean smiled. "That must be how Angie feels." He laughed.
"Dean." Angela glared.
"Quit screwing around, Dean." Sam said.
"Okay, okay, I'm listening." Dean said. "So, so you guys think that you're in some kind of a what again?"
"Time loop." Sam and Angela said.
"Like 'Groundhog Day'."
"Yes, exactly, like 'Groundhog Day'." Sam nodded.
"Uh-huh." Dean nodded.
"So you don't believe us?" Angela asked.
"It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—
"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" Sam asked.
"How'd you know I was going to say that?" Dean asked.
"Because you said it before, Dean, that's our whole point." Angela said.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the, whoops! Crap."
Sam caught the hot sauce and handed it back to Doris without looking.
"Thanks." She replied, putting down the hot sauce and leaving.
"Nice reflexes." Dean said.
"No. He knew it was going to happen." Angela replied.
"Okay, look, I'm sure there's some sort of explanation—
"You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe us that much." Sam said.
"Calm down." Dean replied.
"Don't tell us to calm down. We can't calm down. We can't." Angela replied. "Because—
"Because what?" Dean frowned.
"Because you die today, Dean." She murmured.
"I'm not gonna die. Not today."
"Twice now we've watched you die, and we can't." Sam replied. "We won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe us. Please."
"All right." Dean nodded. "I still think you two are nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."
Sam and Angela nodded.
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The dog barked as Sam, Dean and Angela passed. Dean collided with the blonde girl.
"Excuse me."
Sam, Dean and Angela passed the movers.
"Told you it wouldn't fit."
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
"And you guys think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asked.
"Maybe it's the real deal, you know?" Angela asked. "The, the magnetic fields bending space time or whatever."
"I don't know, it all seem a little too X-Files for me"
"Well we don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam replied.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
"No, no, no, no, no, we can't." Angela said.
"Why not?"
"Because you—Sam started.
"I what?"
Neither Sam or Angela said anything.
"I die there?"
"Blown away, actually." Angela muttered.
"Huh. Okay, we go now."
Dean started forward. Sam and Angela rushed after him and grabbed him before he ran into the street. Mr. Pickett's car zoomed past.
"Stay out of the way!" Mr. Pickett yelled.
The three stared after the car.
"Wait, did he?"
"Yesterday, yeah." Sam nodded.
"And?"
"And what?" Sam asked.
"Did it look cool, like in the movies?"
"You peed yourself, Dean." Angela said.
"Of course I peed myself." Dean replied. "Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!"
Dean was careful to look both ways before they crossed the street.
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"Guys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." The owner said. "We could use all the good ink we can get."
"How long have you owned the place, Mr. Kopiak?"
"My family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when."
"So you'd know if anything strange happened?" Angela asked.
"Strange?" he asked. "Missy, strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot."
"What exactly does that mean?" Sam asked.
"Well, uh, it's where the laws of physics have no meaning."
Angela was getting frustrated. "Okay, like how?"
The owner grinned. "Take the tour."
"The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?" Dean asked.
"Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?" the owner asked.
"Just answer the question." Sam said.
"The police scoured every inch of this place." The owner said. "They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment—
Sam got in the owner's face. "Listen to me." He said. "There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?"
"Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break." He replied. "I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds."
Sam stared at him, stony-faced.
"Okay, Kojack, let's get some air." Dean said.
Dean steered Sam outside, Angela following.
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"I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought." Dean said. "Full of crap."
"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" Angela asked.
"I don't know." Dean replied. "All right, lemme just, so, every day I die."
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"And that's when you two wake up again, right?"
"Yeah." Angela said.
"So let's just make sure I don't die." He shrugged. "If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."
"You think?" Sam asked.
"Worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."
Angela and Sam nodded.
"All right, good. Who wants Chinese?"
Dean started walking again and got two steps before being flattened by a falling desk. The movers, one holding the other end of the snapped rope and the other up in the window, Sam and Angela stared.
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Sam and Angela sat up in bed and stared around.
"Telling you what your heart is…"
Dean was sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. Sam and Angela stared at him.
"The heat of the moment…"
Sam lied down and tried to breathe. Angela followed suit, resting her head on Sam's chest.
"Showed in your eyes… It was the heat of the moment…"
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"I still think you two are nuts, but whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said.
"Thanks." Angela mumbled.
"So. Uh. You two are stuck in 'Groundhog Day'." Dean said. "Why? What's behind it?"
"Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot." Sam replied. "Now we're not so sure."
"What do we do?"
"Try to keep you breathing, try to make it to tomorrow." Angela said. "That's the only thing we can think of."
"Shouldn't be too hard." Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, right, Dean, we've watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it." Sam replied.
"Well, nothing's set in stone." Dean replied. "You said I order the same thing every day, right?"
"Yeah." Angela nodded. "Pig in a poke, side of bacon."
Dean turned to Doris, who was standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook.
"'Scuse me, sweetheart." Dean said.
Doris turned.
"Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" Dean asked.
"Sure thing, hon."
"See?" Dean asked. "Different day already. See, if we decide I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die."
Doris brought over Dean's food.
"Thank you." Dean said. He stabbed a sausage with his fork and bit in. Sam and Angela grinned. Dean started to choke.
"Dean." Sam said.
"Dean?" Angela asked.
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Sam and Angela sat up in bed and stared around.
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Dean poked his shampooed head around the shower curtain.
"You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?" Dean asked.
"You'll thank us when it's Wednesday!" Sam called.
"Whatever that means." Dean replied. He disappeared behind the shower curtain.
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Sam and Angela looked out the window. They heard Dean yelp, followed by a thud.
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Dean bit into a takeout taco.
"These tacos taste funny to you guys?"
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam and Angela sat up in bed.
Dean plugged in an electric razor and was electrocuted.
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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There were several thuds. Sam was breaking down the walls with an axe. Dean grinned at the owner who was duct-taped to a chair. Angela stood on the other side of the owner.
"Everybody's fine, nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?" Dean said. "Sammy?"
Sam stopped and turned.
"Maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, what do you say?" Dean asked.
"Something's gotta be going on here." Sam replied. "I intend to find out what."
Sam went back to swinging the axe.
"Place is tore up pretty good, dude." Dean replied. "Time to give it a rest."
"No!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm gonna take it down to studs."
Dean stood up. "Sammy, that's enough, give me the axe."
"Leave it, Dean."
"Give it."
"Guys, be careful…" Angela said.
"No, you give it." Sam said.
"Let it go."
"Guys…" Angela tried again.
"No." Sam told Dean.
"Let it go, come on!"
"Dean, leave it, please—
The owner and Angela were splashed with blood.
Angela flinched and yelped.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
There was a thud. The owner tried to yell through the duct tape.
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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The door chimed as Sam, Dean and Angela entered. The cashier gave Mr. Pickett some change.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
Sam bumped into Mr. Pickett as they passed.
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."
Cal passed her some change. "Coffee."
Sam, Dean and Angela sat down in a booth. There was a man at the counter with pancakes and maple syrup.
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean said.
Sam put a set of keys on the table. Dean looked at them, then at Sam.
"What are those?"
"The old man's." Sam replied. "Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel."
"You three ready?" Doris asked.
"Uh, yes, we are." Dean nodded. "I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Hey, Doris?" Angela asked. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."
"How'd you know that?"
"Lucky guess." Angela said.
"Okay, so you two think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked.
"Time loop." Sam muttered.
"Like 'Groundhog Day'." Dean said.
"Doesn't matter." Angela said. "There's no way to stop it."
"Jeez, aren't you angry."
"Yeah, we are." Angela replied. "You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row Sam and I have been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, Sam and I are a little grumpy." She said. "Hot sauce." She added.
"What?" Dean asked.
Doris arrived with the coffee and hot sauce.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the, whoops! Crap!"
Sam caught the hot sauce and slid it across the table.
"Thanks." Doris said.
"Nice reflexes." Dean added.
"I knew it was going to happen, Dean." Sam replied. "Angie and I know everything that's gonna happen."
"You two don't know everything."
"Yeah, we do." Angela said.
"Yeah, right. Nice guess." They all said in unison.
"It wasn't a guess." Sam replied.
"Right, you two are mind readers. Cut it out, guys. Guys." They all said.
The leaned towards each other simultaneously.
"You think you're being funny but you're being really childish!" they said. 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 he—
Dean threw up his hands. "Okay, enough!"
"That's not all." Angela replied. "Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit."
Overhearing, Judge Myers knocked over his glass.
"Over there, that's Cal." Sam said. "He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."
"What's your point?" Dean asked.
"Our point is we've lived through every possible Tuesday." Angela said. "We've watched you die every possible way. Sam has ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we know to save your life and we can't. No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday again."
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"Dog." Sam said.
The dog barked as Sam, Dean and Angela passed.
"There's gotta be some way out of this." Dean replied.
"Where's my dang keys?" Sam muttered.
The passed Mr. Pickett.
"Where's my dang keys?" Mr. Pickett asked himself.
"Excuse me." Angela muttered.
Dean collided with the blonde girl.
"Excuse me."
"She's kinda cute." Dean said. Dean put out a hand to stop Sam and Angela. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" he asked. Dean went back to the blonde girl. "'Scuse me, miss!"
Sam and Angela stared after him.
"No." Sam murmured.
The blonde girl gave Dean one of her papers. On it there was a picture and the word 'MISSING'.
"Hundred Tuesdays and you guys never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean asked.
Sam and Angela shrugged. Dean held up the flyer.
"It's the guy who went missing." Dean said.
Sam and Angela stared at the name 'Dexter Hasselback' under the picture from the newspaper clipping.
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
"That's his daughter back there.
Sam took Angela's hand and grabbed the flyer. He ran after the blonde girl, taking Angela with him.
"Ma'am?" Sam called.
The dog growled and barked at Dean.
"Hey buddy!" Dean said. "Somebody need a friend?" he asked. "Good boy, aaah!"
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"Heat of the moment…"
Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Dean was eating and Sam and Angela were on the laptop; behind them the man with pancakes was reading a newspaper. A thing of pink syrup was next to his plate.
"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." Angela said.
"What is he?"
"We talked to his daughter." Sam said. "Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog."
The man left.
"He writes about tourist attractions." Angela added. "Mystery spots, UFO crash sites, he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here."
She turned the laptop to face Dean. On the screen was the biography of the author of the blog 'The Hasselback Report' with a picture of Hasselback and a headline Dean read aloud.
"Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior?" Dean asked. "More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam replied. "I mean, Angela and I have read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself."
"When'd you two have time to do all this research?"
"Come on." Angela said.
Sam packed up the laptop. The got up. Dean laughed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I just, it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one." Dean said. "It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts."
"You're right, that is just desserts." Angela said.
Sam noticed the man's abandoned plate; it had a partial pancake and pink syrup.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
Sam and Angela watched the man walk by the diner windows.
"Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" Sam asked.
"It's a free country." Dean replied. "Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?"
"Not in this diner." Angela murmured. "Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except for Sam and I."
A/N: Hey guys! This chapter was really fun to write (it's like my favorite episode tbh). So hope y'all enjoy!
Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys.
~Emily