It has been a few weeks since Christmas and the three of them found themselves in a motel room, lying on their beds. Sam still had some of his cookies left–unsurprisingly, Dean had eaten all of his in the first day or so and he suddenly regretted smacking Sam's hand away as Sam refused to share any of his, except with Kim of course. Ever since Christmas, Kim had been getting back into her old healthier sleeping and eating routine, getting more than two or three hours of sleep.
Kim woke up from her reasonable amount of sleep to music blasting from the radio on the motel nightstand.
"Telling you what your heart is," the radio blasted. Kim sat up to Dean sitting on his bed fully clothed, head-banging to the song on the radio.
"Rise and shine, Kim and Sammy!" Dean shouted over the song as Sam sat up in his bed. Dean was tying his shoes as he listened to the song. Kim rubbed her eyes and got out of bed and quickly got changed. Sam looked at the radio and sighed.
"Dude, Asia?" Sam questioned.
"Come one, you love this song and you know it." Dean smiled, moving to the song.
"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself," Sam laughed seriously. Kim shuffled on her jacket and stretched her arms out, a smirk on her face as Dean turned up the volume.
"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you," Dean smirked, still sitting on the bed.
"It was the heat of the moment." Quickly, Dean pointed to Sam with a fierce aim and started lip-singing the lyrics, he bopped to the beat before getting up and walking to the bathroom. Kim laughed slightly at him and nodded along as the song continued to play. Sam sent her a look as if to stop encouraging him. She just shrugged.
"It's a good song," she shrugged, the two of them followed Dean into the bathroom to get ready. The bathroom was small but just big enough for the three of them to fit. Dean gargled loudly and long and Sam and Kim tried to ignore him long enough to brush their teeth. Dean grinned evilly at them, wiggling his eyebrows at Kim.
"Whenever you're ready, Dean," Sam smirked at Dean as he rummaged through his duffle bag. Dean pulled out a black bra, staring at it slightly before turning to Kim.
"This yours?" Sam glared at Kim as she smirked, squinting her eyes seductively.
"Oh honey, I'm bigger than that," she smirked, shoving her hands in her pockets. Dean laughed and rummages in the bag some more, and pulled out some guns. Kim smirked as he pulled them out.
"Great, let's go," Kim said. The three of them were about to walk out the door when her phone rung violently. Kim stopped and pulled out her phone, the boys stopped with her. Taking out her phone, she hesitantly answered with a slight cringed expression, as if bracing for the worst. The boys watched, listening to Kim.
"Hi..." she muttered awkwardly, "I know, I'm sorry," Dean gestured for Kim to put it on speaker but Kim shook her head, turning away from them. Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone off Kim, putting it on speaker himself.
"–weeks! It's been weeks since Christmas and not even a phone call," Ellen yelled as Kim sighed. Kim looked at Sam and Dean as they sent a raised eyebrow to her. She rolled her eyes and started speaking out loud.
"I said I was sorry, I forgot," Kim sighed.
"Yeah well, Jo says Merry Christmas," Ellen said immediately, disappointment in her voice.
"Tell her I said 'Merry Christmas' too," Kim sighed sorrowfully, "Merry Christmas, Ellen,"
"Yeah, Merry Christmas my ass," Ellen said roughly, making Kim roll her eyes, "I expected more from twenty-year-olds." Kim cringed at her words, stiffening up. She didn't respond as she heard a shuffle from behind her. She hadn't told the boys when her birthday was or that it had passed.
"Twenty?" Dean asked slightly angry. Kim just turned around to them with a blank expression, Dean obviously frustrated that Kim didn't tell them.
"Oh great, you didn't tell 'em, did you?" Ellen scoffed.
"It's not a big deal," Kim scoffed into the phone as the brothers shared a look behind her. Although Kim couldn't see her, she knew Ellen was shaking her head.
"You better put me on speed-dial, kid," Ellen scoffed.
"You got it, Ellen. I'll make sure if it," Dean said into the phone, taking it off speaker and putting to his ear. Kim huffed as Dean turned his back to them, speaking to Ellen alone. "Yes ma'am, it will be done. See ya, Ellen." With that, Dean hung up and handed Kim the phone, smiling.
"Now, who's ready for breakfast?"
•※•
The door chimed as Sam and Dean entered the small cafe. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filled the hit Kim in the face as she walked in.
"Drive safely now, Mr Pickett," the cashier said to the man at the register.
"Yeah, yeah," Mr Pickett said, shuffling out the door, past the three of them. They found their way to a booth and shuffled in, Sam sitting next to Kim and Dean sitting across from her. She was closest to the window as she leaned on it, resign her head.
"So, twenty," Dean nodded, bringing up the subject again get. She knew he wouldn't let it down, she just hoped he would get over it.
"Shut up," Kim sighed, playing with the condiments on the table. Dean put his hands up in defence, a smirk on his face.
"Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean smirked, looking at the specials on the wall.
"You even know what that is?" Sam scoffed a laugh.
"You boys ready?" A waitress said, walking up to the table, her name tag said 'Doris'. Kim poked her head out from the table and smirked at the lady. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there." She laughed slightly before taking out her notepad and pen. She just shrugged, she was shielded by Sam's large body.
"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean nodded.
"Make it two coffees and a short stack," Sam said with a polite smile.
"And I'll have–" her eyes scanned the pancakes, "the eggs benedict, please," she smiled.
"You got it." Doris' smiled, walking away.
"I'm telling you, Sam, this job's small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela," Dean scoffed. Kim groaned and smacked her head on the table. She couldn't be bothered dealing with Bela, she was too much effort so such little reward.
After Christmas, Sam, Kim and Dean managed to bump into Bela again. Kim really didn't want her to join the hunt but somehow she managed to squeeze her way in. She had offered Bobby help and halfway through the hunt, she disappeared, not forgetting to take the Colt with her. From then on, they had been trying to get the Colt back but Sam found a case and insisted they helped.
"Okay, sure, let's get right on that-where is she again?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Shut up,"
"Look, believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this," Sam pulled out some papers.
"All right, so this professor," Dean said looking at the paper. The headline on the newspaper clipping read 'Missing - Dexter Hasselback Last Seem In Browad, Florida.'
"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished," Sam said.
"Last known location?" Kim asked.
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Dean turned over a flyer and the cover was a large question mark and the words 'Broward County Mystery Spot'
"Where the laws of physics have no meaning," Kim read from the flyer, a huff escaped her mouth. Doris arrived with thee trays of food and two coffees with a bottle of sauce.
"Two coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the–" Doris gasped as the hit sauce dropped off the tray and smashed in the floor. "Whoops, crap! Sorry," Doris winched as she looked to the three of them apologetically. Dean just sent her a smile before looking at Kim and Sam with a quick eyebrow raise and sipped his coffee, "Cleanup!"
After their meal, they walked out of the cafe and onto the busy street. A dog tied to a bike rack barked at them as they exited the cafe. Sam had the flyer open in his hands, looking down at it as he walked until Dean took it out of his hands and scoffed.
Kim tried to stand next to the two of them but she kept getting pushed behind. The footpath was too narrow to fit three people side-by-side, so she reluctantly got pushed to the back. She couldn't even look over the boys' shoulders to look at the flyer, they were too tall.
"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," Dean laughed.
"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex–"
"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean laughed,
"Well, sometimes these places are legit." Sam shrugged.
"Doubt it," Kim scoffed while Sam sent her a glare over his shoulder. "Fine, so what if this place is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"
"Well–" Dean accidentally collided with a blonde girl, who is carrying a stack of papers.
"Excuse me," she rushed, walking past him rapidly.
"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," Sam explained.
"Sounds a little 'X-Files' to me," Dean huffed as they walked down the street. As they were walking, the three of them passed two movers, trying to shove a table through building's door. Half the table was sticking out onto the street as they walk, just fitting Sam and Dean in a line.
"All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." Sam shrugged.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean sighed, giving in. He just wanted to get it over with and Kim just went along with it, she couldn't really contribute from behind except for the occasional sassy comment. She just wanted to get the job done, although all she really wanted to do was get the Colt back. She didn't care if Bella had to go to hell for it–after all, she's the one that made the stupid deal.
•※•
It was nighttime when the three of them found themselves sneaking into the tourist attraction with their flashlights out and guns ready. Sneaking in, they walked into a neon green hallway with a black spiral painted on the walls and door, making it look like a weird tunnel. Kim looked around the room, its bazaar features intrigued her as Sam pulled out out the EMF reader. As they walked down the hallway and into a room, Dean shone his flashlight around, landing on the ceiling where a table with a bowl on it was nailed, upside down and up onto a table.
"Wow, uncanny," Dean sassed in spite of the place as Kim smirked at how stupid her surrounding looked. She could never understand how people found that entertaining as Sam scanned a tilted table with a glass and set dinner on it.
"Find anything?" Kim asked, looking around in slight disappointment.
"No," Sam replied, holding out his EMF reader, it was motionless.
"You have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean asked.
"Uh, yeah." Sam sounded a little too animated as if he was trying to convince himself. Dean rose an eyebrow at him and Sam sighed, "No." Dean shook his head and slightly rolled his eyes as the three of the continued to look around again. Statures of strange people were dotted around the room but Kim and Dean looked at the obvious fake shark head mounted on the wall. It was quiet as they looked around, the creepy object casting even creepier shadows from their flashlights.
"What the hell are you doing here?" a voice said from behind them. Instantly, the three of them turned around, guns were drawn. The owner of the 'Mystery Spot' sprung up, aiming a shotgun at them. Kim pulled out her gun and aimed it at his chest. The guy looked unstable, shaking as he pointed the shotgun at them.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, we can explain," Dean said quickly, putting his hand up and dropping his aim. Kim didn't move, in fact, she cocked her gun. As her hand automatically went to cock the gun, the hammer got jammed. She looked up frustrated, her finger pulling the hammer. it was jammed and her gun was useless. Sam looks to Kim who was struggling and watched as she tried to quickly un-jam it, but it was clogged up. Slowly and in a non-threatening way, Kim placed her gun back into her waistband.
"You robbing me?" he asked, shaking as he improperly held the shotgun.
"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down," Sam said calmly.
"Don't move!" he yelled unstably.
"Just putting the gun down." The owner fired and Kim watched helplessly as Dean flew back on impact.
"Dean!" Sam and Kim rushed to Dean as Sam scooped him in his arms. Dean struggled to breathe as he looked up at Kim and Sam.
"Call 911," Kim screamed emotionally to the owner.
"I-I didn't mean to-"
"Now!" Sam yelled and Kim watched as the owner walked away, shaking. Kim swallowed hard as Kim slightly pushed the hair out of Dean's face.
"Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no, not like this..." Sam muttered to his brother as Dean gulped for air. Suddenly, he goes still and his eyes close. Sam could feel his Dean's body fall limp just as Dean had felt Sams. Kim gasped and put her hand over her mouth, an involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Her face straightened immediately as she pulled her faulty gun out and threw it across the room. Her eyes landed on Dean, and all of a sudden she realized how motionless he was.
•※•
Kim woke up from her reasonable amount of sleep to music blasting from the radio on the motel nightstand. Sam shot awake unusually quick.
"Rise and shine, Kim and Sammy!" Dean shouted over the song as Sam sat up in his bed. Dean was tying his shoes as he listened to the song. Kim rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, quickly got changed. Sam looked at Dean suspiciously, squinting his eyes.
"Dude, Asia," Dean smirked as Sam stayed in his shocked expression.
"Dean," Sam muttered quickly, still extremely confused.
"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it," Dean turned the volume up and started bopping along, pointing to Sam with a fierce aim before getting up and going to the bathroom. Sam looked at Kim, extremely confused and worried as she nodded along to the song.
"It's a good song," she shrugged. Kim looks at Sam as he shook his head, the two of them following Dean into the bathroom.
The three of them stand at the sink, Kim brushed her teeth and tried to ignore Dean's long and loud gargling. Kim gave Dean an annoyed glare-which he returned with a smirk-while Sam swished around some water in his mouth before spitting it out. Sam sent Dean a weirdly confused look as Dean spat out his water and looked at Sam.
"What?" Dean asked blankly.
"I don't know."
"You all right?"
"I think I-," Sam paused for a second, a small smile appeared on his face, "Man, I had a weird dream,"
"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?" Kim just rolled her eyes and was about to leave the bathroom when she heard her phone ring. Quickly, she answered it, giving Dean and Sam a look as they watched her. Dean mentioned for Kim to put the phone on speaker after Kim mentioned it was Ellen, but just as Sam suspected, she refused. Rapidly, Dean reached out and grabbed her phone, putting it on speaker for her.
"I said I was sorry, I forgot," Kim sighed, talking to Ellen as she gave Kim an ass-whoopin' because she didn't ring on Christmas.
"Yeah well, Jo says Merry Christmas," Ellen replied.
"Tell her I said 'Merry Christmas' too," Kim sighed sorrowfully, "Merry Christmas, Ellen,"
"Yeah, Merry Christmas my ass," Ellen said roughly, making Kim roll her eyes, "I expected more from twenty-year-olds," Kim cringed at her words and Sam watched as she stiffened up, just like his dream.
"Twenty?" Dean asked slightly angry. Kim didn't respond.
•※•
"Drive safely now, Mr Picket." the cashier said to the old man in the cream jumper as the three of them walked into the same dinner as yesterday. Sam watched, a perplexed expression on his face as he watched the old man push past them and out the door. He could have sworn he saw him yesterday.
"Yeah, yeah."
The three of them find a booth, the exact same as yesterday and in the same position as yesterday. Just as they sat down, Dean turned to Kim as Sam looked around, bewildered.
"So, twenty," Dean said.
"Shut up," she replied. Dean smirked and looked around the cafe as Sam listened to their conversation, just like yesterday.
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," Dean said with a smile, pointing to the specials menu. Sam glanced between Dean and the poster.
"It's Tuesday?" Sam asked, slightly alarmed.
"Yeah."
"Are you boys ready?" she asked as Kim stuck her head out from behind Sam, revealing herself, "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," she apologised to Kim.
"Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee," Dean smirked as Sam stared for a minute, a look of trouble across his face as he tried to act as normal as he could.
"Uh, nothing for me, thanks." Sam nodded rapidly, Doris nodded.
"And I'll have-" she paused for a second, "the eggs Benedict, please," Doris nodded.
"Let me know if you change your mind," Doris said to Sam as she walked off.
"I'm telling you, Sam, this job's small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean sighed as Kim nodded, but Sam didn't respond, looking at the waitress, "Hey." Dean snapped his fingers at Sam, "You with me?"
"What?" Sam asked blankly.
"You sure you feeling okay?" Kim asked, looking over at Sam, he sighed, thinking if the right words today.
"You don't-you don't remember? Any of this?" Sam stuttered, looking around.
"Remember what?" Dean asked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"This. Today. Like it's-like it's happened before?"
"You mean like déjà vu?" Kim asked.
"No, I mean like, like it's really happened before."
"Yeah. Like déjà vu." Dean continued.
"No, forget about déjà vu," Sam Ellie's with a sigh, "I'm asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again."
"Okay, how is that not dé-" Sam cut him off angrily.
"Don't, don't say it! Just don't even..." Sam trailed out as Doris arrived with arrives with a tray with one coffee and the hot sauce. She smiled sweetly as she served the drinks and Sam watched closely.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the-oops! Crap!" Sam noticed the hot sauce wobble on the tray and caught it as it falls. Doris gasped as Kim smirked. Sam stared at the bottle intensely, he could have sworn that exact thing happened yesterday, "Thanks." Doris laughed in glee, taking the bottle from Sam and putting it down and left.
"Nice reflexes." Kim huffed a laugh. Sam didn't say anything, he just looked at the bottle on the table, still extremely perplexed.
As they walk out onto the street, a dog barked at them as they walked by. Sam noticed it was the Sam dog tied to the same bike rack as yesterday. He stared back at the dog over his shoulder as Kim and Dean tried to make sense of what Sam was talking about. Sam looked behind him, to see Kim was there, unable to fit in the line as they walked on the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Dean said as they walked down the street.
"Okay, look, yesterday was Tuesday, right?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows as she listened to Sam, "But today is Tuesday too." Sam sounded angry that no one understood what he was talking about. Dean looked over his shoulder to Kim and she just shrugged, having no idea what he was talking about.
"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced," Dean sassed.
"Yesterday was Monday, Sam," Kim explained.
"So you don't believe me?" Sam asked frustrated and very confused. Dean just laughed a bit as a response as a blonde girl crashed into him.
"Excuse me," she stammered, walking past. Sam looked around as if he was waiting for someone to remember her from yesterday, a scrunched-up and confused expression tainted his face.
"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." Dean mentioned, but Sam instantly shook his head.
"No, no way, way too vivid," Sam sighed and tried to explain, "Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-"
"And then what?" Dean asked as Kim listened.
"Then I woke up," Sam muttered as they walked past two movers, trying to shove a table through a building door. "Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it-"
"Maybe what?"
"We gotta check that place out, man. Look, just, go with me on this, okay?" Sam insisted.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after it closes, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean agreed, Kim nodded her head behind them. Sam realized what Dean had just said and whipped around to him.
"Wait, what? No." Sam said quickly, a little too quickly. Kim was now next to them since they stopped walking and could finally join the conversation.
"Why not?: Kim asked. Sam turned to her with an urged look on his face.
"Uh. Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded," Sam replied. As they were about to walk off, Sam stopped them and turned to Kim, pulling his gun out of his waistband, "Use this."
"My God, you're a freak," Dean answered, walking off after Kim confused and hesitantly took the gun.
"Dean."
"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Kim huffed at them. Dean walked off first and Sam followed him. Kim put the gun on her waistband but it wouldn't fir. She sighed, trying to shove the gun in but her pants were too tight. She never wore skin-tight jeans on a hunt, it wasn't practical.
"Dean!" Kim heard Sam scream, a loud crash was heard throughout the streets. Kim looked up to see Sam hovering over Dean, bloodied and bruised, lying in the middle of the road. Kim dropped the gun and sprinted to Dean, a firm expression settled across her face. "Dean, no, no, no." Kim instantly put pressure on Dean's head wounds as he looked up at her, struggling to breathe. It was no use, it was useless.
"Come on, Dean."
"Dean!" Kim belted, his eyes falling shut.
•※•
Sam jolted awake, slightly gasping for air as he woke to the sound of 'Heat of the moment' playing on the radio.
"Rise and shine, Kim and Sammy!" Dean shouted over the music as he tied his shoelaces on the bed, nodding and pointing to Sam as the song played.
•※•
Sam watched from outside the bathroom as Kim brushed her teeth and Dean gargled, long and loud.
•※•
Kim's phone range.
"I expected more from a twenty-year-old," Ellen snapped.
"Twenty?" Dean asked, slightly angry as Kim cringed.
•※•
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," Dean smiled pointing to the board.
"Would you listen to me, Dean and Kim? Because I am flipping out." Sam whispered rapidly, shaking a bit.
"Are you boys ready?" Doris asked with a smile.
"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black, nothing for me, she'll have the eggs benedict, thanks." Sam rushed, breathing quickly as he fidgeted with his fingers.
"You got it."
"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that," Dean smirked as Kim huffed a laugh. She looked to Sam who didn't seem as casual as usual.
"Quit screwing around, Dean."
"Okay, okay, we're listening,"
"So, so you think that you're in some kind of a what again?" Kim asked, playing with the condiments on the table. Sam looked at her fingers as she spoke, replying to her movement in his mind.
"Time loop."
"Like Groundhog Day?"Dean asked, not believing him for a second.
"Yes, exactly, like Groundhog Day."
"Uh-huh," Dean replied, extremely animated, nodding his head rapidly.
"So you don't believe me." Dean scoffed a laugh as Kim rolled her eyes at his immaturity.
"It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh-"
"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" the words fired out of his mouth rapidly as he finished off Dean's sentence.
"How'd you know I was going to say that?" Dean asked suddenly.
"Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point," Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes at his brother who watched him wearily. Doris came around with a tray as she served Dean his coffee.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the-whoops! Crap." Sam caught the falling hot sauce and handed it to Doris, not looking away from Dean as he did so. "Thanks." Doris laughed slightly, putting the sauce on the table.
"Nice reflexes," Dean said slowly, starting to believe his brother.
"No. I knew it was going to happen." Sam explained blatantly.
"Okay, look, I'm sure there's some sort of an explanation-"
"You're just going to have to go with me on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much," Sam said rapidly and angrily, looked to Kim for a response and she just shrugged and nodded.
"Calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down. I can't calm down. I can't. Because-" Sam began to breathe heavily as she spoke, his words getting faster by the minute.
"Because what?" Dean asked after Sam stopped suddenly.
"Because you die today, Dean."
"I'm not gonna die. Not today."
"Twice now I've watched you die, and I can't. I won't do it again, okay?" Sam turned to Kim was looked very confused as she shuffled in her corner, "I don't know about you, you don't die. Really, you don't do anything! But you wake up the same as me and remember nothing. You're just going to have to believe me. Please." Sam said solemnly, he looked as if he was about to lose his mind. Dean watched as his brother pleaded with him- with them to believe him.
All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Sam nodded, sighing slightly.
•※•
The dog barked.
Kim was pushed to the back.
"Excuse me." the blond girl said she rushed past Dean.
The movers argued about getting the table through the building door.
"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asked as they walked down the street, Kim and Dean not really noticing the things going on around them as if they were seeing it for the first time.
"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever," Sam replied.
"I don't know, it all seems a little too X-Files for me."
"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam replied getting frustrated.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look," Dean said.
'No, no, no, no, no, we can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you-"
"I what?" Sam doesn't say anything, "I die there?"
"Blown away, actually."
"Huh. Okay, we go now." Dean started to walk forward as Kim looked at her surroundings behind them, not really noticing anything. Sam rushed to stop him from walking onto the road. Just in the nick of time, Sam pulled Dean away as the car zoomed past.
Dean looked from the car to Sam, and them back at the car.
"Wait, did he?" Dean asked.
"Yesterday, yeah."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" Dean smirked, etching his brother on. Sam stared blankly at Dean as he smirked, eager to wipe that smile off his face for joking around while he was suffering.
"You peed yourself, Dean," Sam replied. Dean looked at his brother and then at Kim, who had a smirk on her face as she listened to the story, catching up with the boys.
"Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" Dean yelled, re-earning his masculinity before looking carefully before crossing the road. The two of them followed.
•※•
"Boys, 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' said.
"How long have you owned the place, Mr Kopiak?" Sam asked.
"My family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when." he said looking to Dean-who was taking down the notes-wanting him to add that specific part to their 'article'.
"So you'd know if anything strange happened."
"Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot." Mr Kopiak smiled with his weird outfit a pristine haircut.
"Stranger than normal," Kim added, Mr Kopiak looked to her with a strange look.
"What exactly does that mean?" Sam intervened, going back to Mr Kopiak's answer.
"Well, uh, it's where the laws of physics have no meaning." Mr Kopiak said, looking at Dean to see if he had written it down.
"Okay, like how?" Sam asked, getting angry. He looked up at them, a grin on his lips.
"Take the tour,"
"Dexter Hasselback-the man that went missing. Did he take the tour?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow. The owner's grin dropped, moving back a bit.
"Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?" he asked hesitantly.
"Just answer the question," Sam spat.
"The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I've never seen him before. We're a family establishment-" Mr Kopiak rambled.
"Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?" Sam said lowly, getting up in the owners face.
"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," he sighed nervously. Sam stared at him, stone-faced.
"Okay, Kopiak, let's get some air." Dean steered Sam outside as Kim followed. They both could tell he was getting very tense, about to explode.
"I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. Full of crap." Dean said to Sam, out on the street.
"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" Sam yelled.
"I don't know. All right, lemme just, so, every day I die." Dean summarized, looked to Sam for confirmation.
"Yeah." Sam nodded, slightly pissed.
"And that's when you wake up again, right?"
"Yeah."
"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." Dean shrugged as if it was obvious.
"You think?"
"Yeah, why not?" Kim shrugged.
"I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight." Sam nodded.
"All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" Dean smirked and started to walk forward. He had only taken two steps when he was flattered by a falling desk. Shocked and Shook, Sam looked up to see the two movers looking out the window apologetically. Kim ran to Dean, an emotionless expression across her face. You wouldn't be able to tell she was broken, her poker face was perfect. But her heart sank like it was the first time she saw Dean die.
