Follows the episode Mystery Spot. Credit goes to the writers/creators of that episode.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Day 203 again

'Take The Hint'

"Heat of the moment…telling me what your heart meant…" Andie opened her eyes as the 80's song rang though the tinny radio speakers.

Dean was at the foot of the bed tying up his shoelaces. He saw her wake. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." He greeted her loudly.

Andie sat up immediately, staring bewilderedly at Dean. She'd just seen him die; felt him die. Her heart was thumping so loudly she could feel it in her ears.

"Heat of the moment…shone in your eyes…"

The same song? Andie said to herself as she stared at the radio. Dean was at the end of the bed again; tying his shoes the same way he had been yesterday.

"Asia." Dean said with an impressed nod at the radio.

"Dean." Andie breathed; staring at him.

"Come on; you love this song and you know it." He reached over and turned up the volume before singing along and dancing.

Andie, still bewildered, got to her feet and went to the bathroom. She showered and changed into her clothes, jeans and her Let It Be t-shirt, before going back out to Dean who was scowering the room for something; the same way he had been yesterday. Andie watched him until he got to his feet and stared back at her.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I dunno…" she replied.

"You alright?" he asked her.

"No, I think I…" She wasn't sure how to say what she felt. "I just had a weird dream last night…"

"Oh yeah?" Dean smiled devilishly. "What position were we doing?"

Andie rolled her eyes and didn't smile. "Let's just go eat, shall we?" she headed for the door.

"Wait a sec." Dean rifled through his bag and pulled out a lacy, black bra. Andie watched on with an even more stunned face. "What; don't pretend like you don't know I like to carry around your underwear." He smirked and stuffed it back into his bag. "Ah-ha!" He pulled out his gun. "Let's go get breakfast."

Andie let Dean walk past her, her mouth hanging open at the familiarity of what she'd just witnessed.

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"Drive safely now Mr. Pickett." The cashier was saying to an elderly man in a beige cardigan as Dean and Andie walked by him.

Andie did a double take.



"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal." A waitress in a yellow uniform whose nametag read Doris said to a young man who looked very down on his luck. "You know the rules."

Andie could do nothing but stare at Cal as he ordered. The man was counting out small change on the counter. "Just coffee." He mumbled; sliding his coins over to Doris.

As Dean and Andie slid into a booth, Dean checked out the menu on the wall behind the counter. "Hey; Tuesday! Pig 'N A Poke." He smiled gleefully at Andie.

Andie looked up at the menu and back at Dean. "Wait—its Tuesday?" she asked.

"Yeah." Dean replied with a confused glint in his eyes.

"Are you kids ready?" Doris the waitress asked as she arrived at their table, pen and paper at the ready to take down their order.

"Yeah; I'll have the special; side of bacon and a coffee." Dean ordered.

This has definitely already happened, Andie said to herself as she looked at Dean. How could I forget the phrase Pig 'N A Poke? "Nothing for me." Andie said to Doris.

Doris smiled warmly at her. "Lemme know if you change your mind." She said as she left.

"I tell ya, Morgan, I'm not so sure Bela's out this way." Dean said as he leant back into his booth.

Andie wasn't even listening to him. She was watching the man eating his breakfast at the end of the counter; he'd been there yesterday. Everyone in the counter had; including the two old women sitting behind Dean. This had all happened yesterday…hadn't it?

"Morgan; you with me?" Dean said, leaning forwards against the table.

"What?" She asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Are you sure you feel ok?" Dean asked. "You look a little freaked…"

"You don't…" Andie didn't think there was a way to phrase what she wanted to say without sounding silly so she just said it as best she could. "You don't remember any of this?"

"Remember what?" Dean asked.

"This. Today." Andie gestured to the diner. "Like it's all…happened before?"

"Like déjà vu?" Dean offered.

"No; like it's actually happened before." Andie corrected him.

"Yeah, like déjà vu." Dean said again with a smile at his mouth.

"No; forget about déjà vu!" Andie snapped.

Dean grew more concerned as he watched her. "Is this about last night? Us; I mean…what we did…"

Andie grumbled under her breath. "No. I'm asking you if it…if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again."

Dean paused. "Ok…how is that not déjà-"

"Don't say it!" Andie cut in; pointing a finger at him. "Do not say it."



Doris came back over with two coffees on a tray along with a bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees black." She said as she set them on the table. Andie watched the hot sauce bottle wobble on the tray. "And some hot sauce for the—oh!" the tray slipped and the hot sauce bottle fell…but Andie caught it before it hit the floor. "Crap!" she looked thankfully at Andie when she saw the bottle had been saved. "Thanks." She said, taking it from Andie and placing it on the table. She smiled and walked away.

"Nice reflexes." Dean commented with an impressed grin.

Andie could only muster a weak smile in response.

Dean took a second to phrase what he wanted to say. "So -- just so I know -- you don't regret what we did last night...do you?"

Andie looked at him and couldn't help but smile; he looked so worried. "No." She assured him "For the record I actually think it was long overdue." Dean seemed to be extremely pleased with this answer and the two set about having a very normal, but very familiar to Andie, breakfast. She overheard the same women talking about the Mystery Spot behind Dean and, after they'd left, collected a newspaper and brochure and told Dean about Dexter Hasselback. Again.

When they left and headed back towards the motel; a Golden Retriever tied to a bike rack barked as Dean and Andie walked passed it. Andie stared back at it as they walked; recalling the same dog from the day before.

"Same dog?" Dean asked as he watched her. She nodded. "Andie; I'm sorry but I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Ok; look." Andie's brain was starting to hurt. "Yesterday was Tuesday, right?" Dean nodded slowly. "But today is Tuesday, too!"

"Yeah you're totally making sense." He mumbled.

Andie slapped her hands at her thighs. "So you don't believe me?!"

Dean laughed a little before a pretty, blonde woman bumped into Dean while passing them. "Scuse me." she apologized; rearranging the handful of papers in her hands. Dean turned back to check her out a little.

Instinctively; Andie reached out her hand and pull Dean's chin back at her but as she did; she was struck once again with that same, eerie 'I've done this before' feeling. She let go of Dean's chin and furrowed her brow again.

"Look; I'm just saying that it's crazy, ok?" Dean explained. "Even for us; crazy. Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy. You sure it wasn't just a dream?"

"As much as I love you referencing my country in an insult; it was way too vivid to be a dream." Andie told him. "Ok…we were at the Mystery Spot and then…" The image of Dean getting shot and bleeding to death in Andie's arms was burned into the back of her mind.

"Then what?" Dean prompted her.

"Then I woke up." She finished as they walked passed two removal men.

"I told ya it wouldn't fit!" the balding, rounder of the two men grumbled as he strained pulling at one desk corner.

"Whaddya want; a Pulitzer?" his skinnier, greasy haired partner snapped.

Whilst turning back to look at the men for a second time; a thought occurred to Andie. "Wait a minute – the Mystery Spot!" Andie slapped Dean's arm. "Maybe it…"



"Maybe what?" Dean asked.

"We gotta check that place out." Andie finished. "Please just go with me on this; ok?"

"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close; get ourselves a nice, long look." Dean agreed.

"Wait; no!" Andie yelped immediately; grabbing him by the arm and stopping him.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Um…" Andie shrugged. "Let's just go now. Business hours; nice and crowded." She smiled.

Dean looked at her strangely. "My God you're weird, Morgan."

"Dean." Andie snapped firmly.

"Ok; fine. We'll go now." He agreed, walking off ahead of her.

Andie sighed and walked after him. He crossed the street before her and, right before Andie's eyes, was hit by a car. His body flipped up over the roof and fell heavily onto the street. Andie stood open mouthed at him. "Dean!" She screamed as she raced into the street and rolled him on his back. His mouth was dribbling blood down his cheek; half his face was scratched and he seemed to have no control over his body; he was just limp. "No, no, no. Come on." She dragged him onto her lap. "Dean?" His eyes were open but they were staring into nothingness.

The car screeched to a halt and an old man, who Andie realized it was Mr. Pickett from the café, stuck his head out the window. "Oh, Lord!" he said when he saw Dean.

Andie looked back down at him; her face crumbling into tears. "Dean…" She moved his head so he was facing her and leant her mouth against his forehead. "I'm so sorry…"

"Heat of the moment…telling me what your heart meant…" Andie opened her eyes as the 80's song rang though the tinny radio speakers.

Dean was at the foot of the bed tying up his shoelaces. He saw her wake. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." He greeted her loudly.

Andie sat up immediately, staring bewilderedly at Dean. Her eyes still stung with the tears she'd been crying seconds before. But Dean was fine…what the hell is going on?, she thought to herself.

"Heat of the moment…shone in your eyes…"

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