SPOV
Heat of the Moment by Asia woke me up as the radio next to on the bedside table woke me with a start.
Telling you what your heart is
My eyes snapped open before I sat up in bed and looked over to Dean as he sat on his bed tying his shoes.
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" He grinned.
I rolled my eyes, nodding to the radio. "Dude. Asia?"
"Come on. You love this song and you know it."
"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself."
Reaching over, Dean turned the volume up instead of off. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you," he yelled over the music, causing me to laugh.
It was the heat of the moment
He started bopping to the music, dancing a little as he got to his feet. I shook my head in amusement, throwing the blanket off as the music continued on.
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes
EPOV
I stood in the doorway of the guys' room, waiting with Sam as Dean took his time to get ready.
"Whenever you're ready, Dean," Sam said out of annoyance.
Dean looked through the bags on the counter, pulling out a familiar black lacey bra. He grinned, swinging it around his finger as he turned to give me a wink. "This yours?"
Seeing as we move around a lot, our clothes got messed up quite a bit. Sam had even found a pair of my underwear in his bag once… and totally freaked out. But I didn't care. It was all clean, and just clothes.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. "You know perfectly well that it is."
Laughing lightly, Dean put the bra back on the bench before looking through the bags again. "Bingo." He reached in and pulled out his gun, turning for the door and heading towards us finally. "Now who's ready for some breakfast?"
...
Walking into the diner with the brothers, I was a step behind, looking around.
"Drive safely now, Mr Pickett," the cashier told an old man as he handed over some change.
The old man nodded, though was clearly a grump. "Yeah, yeah."
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules," A waitress told a man who appeared to be homeless.
He pulled some change out of his pocket and handed it over gingerly. "Some coffee."
Reaching a booth, Dean took a seat, sliding over so I could sit next to him while Same sat across from us, in the middle of his side of the booth.
"Hey." Dean pointed to the menu, a smile on his face. "Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. "You even know what that is?"
When Dean didn't answer, I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. "It's a sausage cooked in batter," I told him.
The waitress came to our table then, friendly and welcoming as she pulled out her notebook and looked to each of us. "Are you three ready?" she asked as I read her name tag, 'Doris'.
"Yes." Dean nodded. "I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Make it two coffees and a short stack," Sam added.
"Actually, three coffees. Oh, and some scrambled eggs with a side of bacon as well," I finished, smiling at Doris kindly.
Doris wrote it all down, nodding. "You got it."
Once she was gone, Dean lifted his arm to rest it behind me as he got more comfortable in his seat. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
Sam had found the job, and I hadn't minded going for it, but Dean was determined to find Bela and get the Colt back. Oh, and kill her. He wanted to kill her.
I was having mixed feelings though. Bela was a pain, yes. But she could be useful. Plus, we had a past. As distant as that past may be, and as much as neither of us seemed to care about each other that way anymore, I couldn't deny the fact that Bela was probably the closest thing to an ex I had, and that meant something to me. Not much, but something.
Sam shrugged. "Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?"
"Shut up," Dean responded instantly.
"Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." Sam pulled some papers from his jacket pocket.
Taking the papers, Dean gave it a look over. "All right, so this professor..."
"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished," I noted. "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot."
Doris arrived then, carrying a tray with three coffees and a bottle of hot sauce. "Three coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the-" She gasped as the hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed as it landed on the floor. "Whoops. Crap! Sorry." She turned to the counter behind her. "Clean-up!"
...
Walking down the path on the main street, between the brothers, I smiled at the dog tied to a bike rack as it barked and whined at us.
Snatching the Mystery Spot flyer from Sam's hands, Dean sighed. "Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet."
"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people," Sam argued. "The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex-"
"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean was unconvinced.
"Well sometimes these places are legit."
"It happens, Dean," I agreed with Sam.
"All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"
"Well-"
Before Sam could go on, Dean collided with a blonde girl who'd been walking the other way, carrying a stack of flyers.
"Excuse me," she mumbled as she continued walking.
Once we were walking again, Sam went on. "The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where."
Dean shook his head. "Sounds a little X-Files to me."
"Told you it wouldn't fit," a guy said as he and another man- both of them were movers- tried pushing a large wooden desk into a building.
The other guys stopped and glared at the first man. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
"Dean, Sam isn't saying this is a definite thing, but there's a chance. We should at least check it out. See if there's anything going on, maybe we can do something?" I suggested.
"All right, all right," Dean gave in. "We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
SPOV
I followed Dean and Lizzie into the Mystery Spot, walking down the double spiral black and neon green hall. Coming to the end, we opened the door and entered the next part, where all the furniture was placed on weird angles and was even upside down, hanging from the roof.
"Wow. Uncanny," Dean scoffed sarcastically, shining his torch to the upside-down table on the roof.
Pulling out my EMF I started scanning the place, while also looking for any other signs that might be able to help us.
"Find anything?" Lizzie called.
I sighed, lowering the reader. "No."
"You have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean asked.
"Uh... yeah," I answered, but when he raised a sceptical eyebrow at me, I let out another sigh. "No."
Shaking his head, Dean turned to keep looking. Lizzie and I did the same, still scanner and searching the space. None of us noticed another person walking into the room.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
The three off us turned, shinning our lights at the person, both Dean and Lizzie pulling out their guns at the same time. But at the sight of the owner aiming a shot gun at us, they quickly lowered their weapons.
Dean slowly started to put his gun away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain."
The owner turned his gun to me. "You robbing me?"
"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down," I told him.
He aimed at Dean. "Don't move!" he warned him.
Dean kept moving slowly, putting his gun away. "Just putting the gun down."
Suddenly the gun went off as the owner fired at Dean. All I could do was watch as Dean fell to the floor.
My heart stopped as I watched as if it were slow motion. Dean was unmoving with holes in his chest from where the shards had hit him. Blood began to pour out as he died right there on the ground of this crappy Mystery Spot con. Right there in front of me.
"Dean!" I rushed over to him as quickly as I could, falling to my knees. "Hey!" He was struggling to breath. I turned to the owner. "Call 911."
The own stuttered. "I-I didn't mean to-"
"Now!"
"I got it." Lizzie pulled her phone out and began to dial, her voice and hands shaking as her wide eyes stared at Dean, tears threatening to pour.
Looking down at Dean again, I held him to me. "Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no. Not like this..." As I held him against me, Dean went still, his eyes closing. "Dean?"
...
Heat of the moment
Telling you what your heart is
My eyes snapped open as I sat up in bed, looking around. Next to me, on the other bed, sat Dean, tying his shoes with a smile on his face.
"Rise and shine, Sammy!"
The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes
"Dude. Asia." He grinned.
I had no idea what was going on here... but something was very, very wrong.
"Dean..."
There was a rushed knock on the door. That hadn't happened before...
"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean reached over and turned the music up as he bopped along and stood, moving to the door.
The moment he began to open it, Lizzie rushed in. Just one look at her and I knew, she was just as confused as I was.
"Anyone else freaking out?" she asked, looking to both of us.
"No, why? You have a weird dream or something?" Dean asked, moving to the bathroom. "Was it clowns or midgets?" He grinned.
EPOV
Everything was happening exactly as it had yesterday. Only yesterday is today... it hadn't taken me long to realise Sam was experiencing the same messed up timeline like me. The way we both watched Dean getting ready, we were both confused, relieved and freaking out.
Entering the diner, Sam and I watched everyone as they did everything the same as yesterday.
"Drive safely now, Mr Pickett," the cashier told the old man as he handed over some change.
The old man nodded, though was clearly a grump. "Yeah, yeah."
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules," Doris told Cal.
Cal pulled some change out of his pocket and handed it over gingerly. "Some coffee."
Dean moved to sit in the booth like he had yesterday, sliding over for me. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." He smiled.
Sam looked between the menu and his brother. "It's Tuesday?"
Dean gave a short nod. "Yeah."
Doris came over, smiling. "Are you ready?"
Dean smiled back at her. "Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
As Sam stared, clearly confused, I took control. "Nothing for us thanks."
Despite everything being weird, I was trying to act as normal as possible. I mean, maybe Sam and I had a shared vision or something? Maybe we were connected through our abilities or something?
"Let me know if you change your mind." Doris shrugged before walking off.
Dean rested his arm behind me like he had before. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." When Sam kept staring after Doris, Dean snapped his fingers in front of his brother's face. "Hey. You with us?"
Sam turned to him. "What?"
"You sure you feel okay?"
Sam sighed. "You don't- you don't remember? Any of this?"
My eyes went wide at Sam's willingness to speak up about the weirdness. "Sam..."
Dean frowned, looking between us. "Remember what?"
"This. Today. Like it's- like it's ... happened before?" Sam asked.
"You mean like déjà vu?"
Sam shook his head as Dean. "No, I mean like, like it's really happened before."
"Yeah. Like déjà vu," Den repeated.
"No, forget about déjà vu." I turned to face Dean more. "Sam and I... it's like we're reliving yesterday. All over again."
Dean looked between as. "Okay, how is that not dé-"
"Don't. Don't say it!" Sam snapped. "Just don't even-" He cut himself short as Doris came back with Dean's coffee.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the-" She gasped as the hot sauce fell, "Oops! Crap!"
But before it could smash on the floor, Sam caught it.
We all froze, looking from the bottle to Sam. He was just as stunned, handing it back to Doris.
"Thanks." She smiled as she put the bottle on the table and left.
Dean turned to his brother, impressed. "Nice reflexes."
Sam and I shared a look without saying anything. Both of us were just as frustrated and confused as the other. As each second went by it was becoming clearer and clearer to me that we weren't dealing with some kind of joint vision. No, what we were dealing with was something weirder and worse.
...
I didn't look at the dog this time, as it barked and whined at us. I just looked to Dean, hoping he'd understand what we'd just explained to him. Sam and I had tried our best to tell him what was going on. But seeing as we had no real idea, we hadn't made much sense.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about.'
Sam sighed. "Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!" His frustration wasn't getting any better.
Dean shook his head. "Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced."
"So you don't believe us?!" Sam asked, hopeful.
The blonde bumped into the Dean again. "Excuse me," she mumbled, walking on.
Dean looked back at her for a moment before turning to his brother and I again. "Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know. I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions."
"Lizzie doesn't have premonitions," Sam noted. "Besides, it was way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-" He stopped himself.
"And then what?" Dean pressed.
There was no way we could tell Dean he died, so I skipped that part. "I don't know about Sam, but I woke up in my room."
Sam nodded. "Me too."
"Told you it wouldn't fit," Mover-one snapped.
Mover-two glared. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot." Sam looked to us, a little excited as if he was on to something. "You think maybe it..."
I understood where he was going. "We gotta check that place out." When Dean scoffed, not interested, I insisted. "Just go with us on this, okay?"
"All right, all right." Dean sighed. "We'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look."
Both Sam and I came to a stop. "No!"
Dean stopped as well, looking to us, now even more confused. "Why not?"
"Uh..." Sam shrugged, dodging the question. "Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded."
Dean watched his brother, slight concern and more confusion in his eyes. "My God, you're a freak."
"Dean," Sam insisted.
"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Shaking his head, Dean turned to walk, taking a few steps on to the read.
Suddenly a car came flying out of nowhere, hitting Dean. Dean flew through the air as the car came to a stop a few feet away, the tired screeching to a halt.
"No!" I ran, moving to Dean.
"Dean!" Sam was right behind me, the two of us kneeling by Dean on the road. Sam pulled his brother to him. "Dean, no, no, no."
My eyes took in the vast amount of injuries covering Dean. He was barely moving as Sam turned him over a little more.
"Come on! Dean." Sam shook him carefully. "Hey. Dean."
But it was too late...
SPOV
Heat of the moment
Telling you what your heart is
My eyes snapped open as I sat up in bed, breathing heavily. What the hell is going on?!
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean grinned from where he was sitting on the bed next to mine, tying his shoes.
The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes
...
Lizzie sat next to me, the two of us watching Dean carefully.
He smiled at the menu. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
I just got to the point this time, not wasting time. "Okay, would you listen to us, Dean? 'Cause we're flipping out."
Doris came by, smiling. "Are you ready?"
"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for us, thanks," Lizzie told her curtly, without looking away from Dean.
Doris hesitated before shrugging and walking off. "You got it."
Dean looked shocked at first, before he grinned. "Liz, I get all tingly when you take control like that."
She sighed, frustrated. "Quit screwing around, Dean."
"Okay. Okay." Dean nodded, looking between the two of us. "I'm listening. So, so- you think that you're in some kind of a what again?"
"Time loop," I answered.
"Like Groundhog Day."
I relaxed a little, glad he understood. "Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day."
"Uh-huh..."
Lizzie shook her head, frustrated. "You don't believe us."
He laughed. "It's just a little crazy. I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh-"
Lizzie and I finished for him. "Dingo ate my baby crazy?"
Dean paused, his smile falling. "How'd you know I was going to say that?"
"Because you said it before, Dean, that's our whole point," I told him.
Doris came by with Dean's coffee and the hot sauce. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops! Crap."
I caught the sauce and handed it back without even blinking.
"Thanks…" Doris put the bottle on the table and left, looking at me surprised and a little weirded out.
"Nice reflexes." Dean looked impressed.
I shook my head. "No. I knew it was going to happen."
Dean sighed. "Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation-"
"You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean, you just have to," Lizzie told him.
"You owe us that much," I added, getting more and more annoyed.
I understood why he didn't believe us, but it didn't make anything any less annoying. Lizzie and I were the only people who seemed to be able to remember everything from the day before, which never actually happened. We were stuck with the memories of Dean dying.
There was no way in hell we were going to go through that anymore. So no matter how long it took, we were going to get Dean to believe us, and we were going to stop whatever the hell was happening.
He leaned forward, keeping his voice low. "Calm down-"
I cut him off, "Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because-"
Once again, I couldn't seem to tell him. Telling him that the way each day had ended so far was after he died... I wasn't too sure how he'd handle that news.
"Because what?" he pressed.
I was surprised when Lizzie answered, honestly. "Because you die, today, Dean."
Dean shook his head, not believing her. "I'm not gonna die. Not today."
I took a deep breath. "Twice now we've watched you die, and I can't- we won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe us. Please."
Hearing it from me, looking at the desperation in our face, Dean finally nodded. "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."
EPOV
The dog barked, the woman bumped into Dean and the mover's argued. It was all the same. Not only was this confusing, it was getting old fast. With Sam and I the only people different each day, we relived through a lot of the same stuff. This place was going to get on my nerves really fast- and that's got nothing to do with Dean dying.
"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asked us.
Sam shrugged. "Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever."
"I don't know, it all seems a little too 'X-Files' for me." Dean wasn't convinced.
"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam snapped.
"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
I grabbed Dean's arm as I came to a stop, shaking my head. "No, we can't."
"Why not?"
"Because y-y-ou-" Sam couldn't even say it.
"I what?" Dean pressed for an answer. When Sam and I just gave him a look, he understood. "I die there?"
Sam nodded. "Blown away, actually."
Dean looked surprised. "Huh. Okay, let's go now." He started forward.
Sam and I rushed at the same time, grabbing him right before he could step out onto the street. Less than a second later, a car sped past.
Mr Pickett yelled out of his window. "Stay out of the way!"
The three of us stared after him.
Dean laughed, turning to Sam and I. The unamused and stressed looks on our faces stop his laughing. "Wait, did he…?"
I sighed. "Yesterday."
"And?"
Sam looked confused. "And what?"
"Did it look cool, like in the movies?"
"You peed yourself," Sam told him, irritated.
Dean shifted a little, uncomfortable and embarrassed. But he tried to hide his feelings. "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!"
This time, we all looked both ways before crossing the road.
DPOV
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. We could use all the good ink we can get." The owner of the Mystery Spot smiled at the three of us.
"How long have you owned the place, Mr Carpiak?" Sam asked.
"Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when."
Liz nodded. "So you'd know if anything strange happened?"
"Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot." The owner chuckled.
Sam frowned. "What exactly does that mean?"
"Well, uh... it's where the laws of physics have no meaning."
"Okay, like how?" Sam was clearly getting annoyed and agitated.
I still wasn't sure what was going on between Liz and Sam, but whatever it was it was getting to them. If they were telling the truth and they really were stuck in some kind of Groundhog Day thing, then I wasn't sure how much longer they'd last before going nuts.
The owner grinned. "Take the tour."
Before Sam or Liz could say anything, I spoke up. "The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?"
"Uh, uh..." The owner's smile fell as he looked to each of us. "Hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?"
"Just answer the question," Liz snapped.
"The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment-"
Sam stepped forward, getting in the owner's face. "Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?"
Shaking by Sam's behaviour, the owner finally told us the truth. "Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds."
Seeing Sam still glaring at the owner, I stepped forward, grabbing my brother's shoulder. "Okay, Kojak, let's get some air." Steering him towards the exit, I nodded to Liz who also looked pissed. "You too."
SPOV
With my hands shoved in my pockets to keep myself from fidgeting out of annoyance and frustration, I walked along side Lizzie, following Dean on the path along the main road in town.
Dean sighed. "Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. It's full of crap."
"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" I snapped.
"I don't know. All right, let me just-" He stopped himself, turning to Lizzie and I. "So, every day I die."
I gave a short nod. "Yeah."
"And that's when you two wake up again, right?"
Lizzie nodded. "Yeah."
Dean shrugged. "So let's just make sure I don't die. If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."
Could it be that easy? "You think?"
"It's worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight," Dean suggested, earning a hopeful and anxious nod from both Lizzie and I. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" He started walking again.
But after a few steps, a heavy wooden desk fell on top of him, crushing him… to death.
Lizzie and I looked up at the same time to see a snapped rope and the two movers looking down at us.
...
Heat of the moment
My eyes snapped open as I sat up in bed.
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean smiled from where he sat on his bed, tying his shoes.
Telling you what your heart is
The heat of the moment
With a heavy sigh, I laid back down shaking my head.
Shown in your eyes
It was the heat of the moment
EPOV
I was exhausted. Not only were we repeating the same day and watching Dean die over and over, but we were exhausting ourselves. Sam and I were tired, confused, and desperate. So desperate, I was almost ready to make some kind of deal with whatever demon I could find.
Almost that desperate. But not quite.
Dean watched us carefully, having heard us explain most it to him. "I still think you're nuts, but... whatever this is, we'll figure it out."
"Thanks," Sam muttered.
"So, uh... if you're stuck in Groundhog Day, why? What's behind it?" Dean asked.
I shrugged. "Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now we're not so sure."
"What do we do?"
"Well, we keep you breathing," Sam started. "Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of."
Dean shrugged. "Shouldn't be too hard."
Sam scoffed. "Yeah, right. Dean, we've watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it."
"Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Pig in a poke, side of bacon."
Dean turned to Doris as she stood at the counter talking to the cook. "'Scuse me, sweetheart?" he called, causing her to turn to him. "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?"
She smiled, giving a short nod. "Sure thing, hon."
Dean turned back to us, giving a short shrug. "See? Different day already. You see, if we decide that I am not gonna die. I'm not gonna die."
Doris came over and placed Dean's meal in front of him with a smile.
"Thank you." He nodded to her before stabbing one of the sausages and taking an exaggerated bite.
Sam and I grinned at his enthusiasm. That was until Dean started choking...
"Dean…" I shifted in my seat.
Sam's eyes went wide. "Dean?"
SPOV
Heat of the moment
My eyes snapped open as I sat up in bed, looking around. God damnit!
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