I put on my boots on the couch at the motel room while Dean and Sam were still sleeping in their beds. The radio turned on, playing 'Heat of the Moment' by Asia. Dean and Sam woke up and they both glanced at each other before around.
"Rise and shine, boys!" I said. Sam breathed out and Dean groaned, "Come on!" He hissed quietly. "Scar, we need to talk," Sam said and I frowned.
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"So let me get this," I started as we walked into a diner. "You telling me I died and every time I do, we going back to Tuesday."
"Yes," Dean said and we went to sit down. "There he is," Sam whispered as he sat down beside me. We looked over at a man sitting by eating breakfast. I ordered some pancakes with maple syrup while my brothers were just watching the man.
"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" I asked my brothers as I eat. "Eat your breakfast," Dean said before he continued to stare with Sam. The man got up and started to leave so my brothers got up as well. Sam grabbed the bag he had and they both started to follow the man out, and I followed them with a frown.
We followed the man down the street and when there was no one else around, Dean grabbed him and slammed him into the fence before Sam put the tip of a wooden stake at the man's throat.
"We know who you are, son of a bitch. Or should I say, what," Dean hissed as my eyes grew wide. "Oh my god, please don't kill me," The man begged. "Uh, guys?" I started.
"It took us a hell of a long time but we got it," Sam told the man. "What?" The man asked. "It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts - your kind loves that, don't they?" Sam snapped.
"Yeah, sure, okay. Just put the stake down!" The man said. I took a step forwards, "Guys, maybe you should -"
"No!" Dean cut me off, "There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops - in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god."
"You'd have to be a Trickster," Sam added. "Guys, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia," The man said, "I got three kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space -"
"Don't lie to us!" Sam cut him off, "We know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" Suddenly The man morphed into the janitor of the Trickster that we had killed. We looked at him in shock and he grinned at us, "Actually, boys, you didn't," He said.
"Why are you doing this?" Dean snapped. "You're joking, right?" The Trickster asked, raising an eyebrow, "You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?"
"And Hasselback, what about him?" I asked. "That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one," The Trickster said and chuckled, "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."
"So this is fun for you? Killing Scarlett over and over again?" Dean spat. "One, yes. It is fun," The Trickster said and I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" I asked. "No offense, Cupcake," He said before looking back at my brothers, "And two? This is so not about killing Scarlett. This joke is on you, boys. Watching your baby sister die, every day? Forever?"
"You son of a bitch," Sam hissed. "How long will it take you two to realize? You can't save your sister. No matter what," The Trickster said. "Oh yeah? We'll kill you, this all ends now," Dean said.
"Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear," The Trickster said.
"You're lying," Sam said. "If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner," The Trickster said. My brothers exchanged a look before looking at me, and then back at the Trickster.
"No. Easier to just kill you," Sam said. "Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that," The Trickster said before snapping his fingers.
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I was drying my wet hair as I walked out of the bathroom. The radio turned on, 'Back in Time' by Huey Lewis and the News was playing. My brothers set up and glanced at each other and then back at me with their eyes grew wide.
"What, you both gonna sleep all day?" I joked. "No Asia," Dean said. "I know. This station sucks," I said, shrugging. Sam checked the clock radio and looked at Dean, "It's Wednesday."
"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off," I said as I placed the towel on the chair. Sam threw off the bed covers and walked up to me, pulling me into a tight hug.
I frowned but hugged him back and looked over at Dean, "Guys, how many Tuesdays did you have?" I asked. "Enough," Dean said before Sam pulled away. "What, uh, what do you remember?" Sam asked me.
"I remember you two were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it," I said. Sam nodded and glanced over his shoulder at Dean before back at me, "Let's go."
"No breakfast?" I whined. "No breakfast," Dean said, getting up. "We'll buy something on the way." I sighed, "All right, I'll pack the car," I said with a smile before turning to the door but Sam hold his hand out to stop me, "Wait, you're not going anywhere alone."
"But it's the parking lot," I pointed out. "Just - just trust me," He said. I sighed, "Come on," I muttered. I waited for my brothers to get ready to head out and after that, I headed to the door but stopped and turned to look at my brothers, "Hey, you guys don't look so good. Something else happen?"
Dean and Sam glanced at each other but then quickly looked over at me. "No," Dean said. I frowned but slowly nodded before we headed out.