Follows the episode Mystery Spot. Credit for those parts goes to the writers/creators of the episode.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Day 203 again

'Say What?'

Andie didn't say more than two words until she and Dean reached the café. She'd tried to explain to Dean that twice now she'd relived this day but it was proving just as hard as it had the first two times. She watched as he made the same joke about her bra, as they walked the same way to the café, passed the same people and sat in the same booth.

"Hey; Tuesday! Pig 'N A Poke." Dean said with a wide smile.

Andie just stared at him from across the table with her head leaning into her hands. "Ok; would you listen to me, Dean? Because I am flipping out."

"Are you kids ready?" Doris asked with a grin as she came over.

"He'll take the special; side of bacon and a coffee; black. Nothing for me; thanks." Andie told her quickly.

Doris gave her a strange look but took down the order. "You got it." She walked away.

"Morgan; I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean smirked at her.

"Quit screwing around Dean!" Andie snapped under her breath.

"Ok; ok." Dean laughed a little but leant in closer to her. "I'm listening. So you think you're stuck in some sorta what?"

"Time loop." Andie finished for him.

"Like Groundhog Day?" Dean suggested.

"Yes! Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day." Andie said; relieved she now had a reference for what was happening. Dean simply nodded once; an unconvinced look on his face. Andie held out her hands. "So you don't believe me?"

"It's just a little crazy, Andie." Dean said with a smile. "Even for us; crazy like, ah-

"Dingo-ate-my-baby-crazy?" Andie cut in.

Dean gave her a strange look. "How'd you know I was going to say that?"

"Because you already said it, Dean, that's my whole point." Andie said exasperatedly.

The waitress, Doris, came back over to them with a tray of coffee as well as hot sauce. "Coffee; black and hot sauce for the – oops; crap!" Andie didn't take her eyes of Dean as she caught the bottle as it fell and handed it back to Doris. "Thanks…" She muttered, looking at Andie strangely. She put the bottle on the table and left them alone.

"Nice reflexes." Dean commented.

"No." Andie shook her head. "I knew it was going to happen."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Ok, look, I'm sure that there's some sort of explanation-"



"No; Dean, you are just gonna have to trust me on this, ok?" Andie told him firmly. "You just have to; you owe me that much."

"Calm down." Dean said in a low voice.

"No; don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down!" Andie snapped. "I can't because…"

"Because what?" Dean pressed.

Andie sighed. "Because you die today, Dean."

Dean scoffed. "I'm not gonna die. Not today."

The memory of watching Dean die both times was as fresh in Andie's mind as if they were happening then and there. "Twice now I've watched you die." A lump formed in Andie's throat and seemed to push tears into her eyes. "And I can't do it again; I won't. Please don't...you're just gonna have to believe me."

Dean was watching her very carefully. "Ok." He finally said. "I still think you're nuts—but whatever this is we'll figure it out." Andie nodded in reply and rubbed her temple. Dean kept watching her all through breakfast but she didn't really say much more.

xxx

After Andie and Dean left the diner; the same three things that had happened the past Tuesdays happened again; the golden retriever barked, the pretty woman bumped into Dean and the removal men bickered about the desk. Dean watched Andie, impressed, as she announced each event just seconds before it happened.

"You think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asked Andie; obviously still skeptical.

"Maybe it's the real deal. Y'know the magnetic forces and all; bending space/time and stuff." Andie replied curtly; one thing she had hated since she was little was having to repeat herself. And now she had to do it every few minutes; it was maddening.

"I dunno; all seems a little X-files to me." Dean muttered.

"Well; I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" She snapped.

"Ok, alright. I'm sorry." Dean told her sincerely. "We'll go tonight after they close; get ourselves a nice, long look."

"NO!" Andie screamed; stopped him in his tracks. "We can't."

"Why not?" Dean asked. Andie averted his eyes giving Dean the clear impression he met his end at the Mystery Spot. "I die there?"

"Blown away; actually…" Andie remembered.

"Huh…" Dean huffed. "Alright; fine, let's go now." He continued walking.

Andie lunged after him; grabbing him by the shoulders of his jacket and yanking him off his feet. The pair of them fell backwards onto the curb. Andie was gripped Dean around the neck as Mr. Picket sped past at a frightening speed screaming "Get outta the way ya dam kids!" out of his window.

"Whoa…" Dean breathed as he watched the car that almost cleaned him up go by. He chuckled and turned back to Andie who didn't look at all as happy as he did. All of a sudden Dean became aware of how fast Andie had pulled him back. "Wait; did he…"



"Yesterday; yeah." Andie nodded.

Dean got to his feet and helped Andie up. "And?"

"And what?" Andie asked; brushing off the backside of her jeans.

"How'd it look?" Dean asked; an eager grin spreading on his face. "I mean, did it look all cool—like in the movies."

Andie sighed. "You peed yourself." She told him bluntly.

Dean blanched but quickly regained his composure. "Of course I peed myself." He said defensively. Man gets hit by a car; do you think he's got full control of his bladder? Come on." He then made very sure to look both ways before crossing the street.

xxx

Dean and Andie went back to their motel room and changed clothes, Dean in a cheap, but smart, suit, and Andie in an outfit she had to piece together since she hadn't had the time to by any new clothes. She only had two pairs of jeans; one pair so dark it was almost black so she teamed them with one of Dean's white, collared shirts as well as loosely looping one of his ties around her neck. Looking at herself in the mirror, Andie likened her appearance to that of a sophisticated lawyer or a tragic lesbian. She hoped for the former since she and Dean were going to the Mystery Spot under the guise of being journalists.

While Andie was changing, Dean fashioned her and ID out of one of Sam's old ones so she could use the same name, Leslie Flanagan. Then the pair of them drove to the Mystery Spot.

For Andie; seeing the owner, Mr. Korpiack, again was eerie. The last time she'd seen him he was nervously aiming a gun at her and Dean—and then he shot and killed Dean. But now, as she stood before him in the middle of the Mystery Spot, children and families having a dun day out surrounding them, he was smiling and welcoming to two 'journalists' asking about his business.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." Mr. Korpiack said with a wide grin. "We need all the good ink we can get."

"How long have you owned this place, Mr. Korpiack?" Andie asked him.

"Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't wanna know when." He gestured to her that she should make a note of that in the notepad she had open.

"So you'd know if anything strange happened." Andie assumed.

"Strange happens here all the time; sweetness." Mr. Korpiack chuckled. "That's why we call it the Mystery Spot." He winked at her.

Dean glanced between Andie and Mr. Korpiack. "Ah; what does that mean exactly?" he asked.

"Well, um…it's where the laws of physics…have no meaning" Mr. Korpiack touted the tagline from the brochure to Andie; not to Dean.

"Like how?" Andie asked more earnestly.

"Take the tour." He grinned and winked at her again.

"Scuse me…do you have a problem with me?" Dean shrugged; squaring his jaw.

"Hm?" Mr. Korpiack glanced at him.



"You're directing all your answers at my partner…" Dean told him; ignoring the withering look Andie was giving him.

Mr. Korpiack chuckled bashfully. "Forgive me...she's more aesthetically pleasing than yourself."

"Yeah; I'm with you there." Dean shared the chuckle but then narrowed his eyes into a glare. "But look at her like that again and I might have to clock you in the-"

"Dean." Andie cut in firmly.

Mr. Korpiack gave Dean a puzzled look. "I thought your name was Marty…"

"It is!" Andie told him quickly; her mind racing for a plausible excuse. "Dean….Dean is an Australian term for 'shut the eff up'." She thwacked Dean in the chest with the back of her hand and gave him a stern look.

"The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?" Dean asked, trying to gain a more professional stance.

The time; the owner did look at Dean. "I, ah, what-what kinda article is this?" He sputtered.

"Just answer the question." Andie told him sweetly.

"The police scowered every inch of this place; they couldn't find him – I've never seen him before." He gestured to the kids playing behind him. "Miss; we're a family establishment…"

"You listen to me." Andie threatened him; standing right up in front of his face. She was getting desperate for answers. "Something weird is going on here now do you know anything about it or not?"

"Look…gimme a break." Mr. Korpiack said in a low voice. "I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March; hell, I used to sell bail bonds."

Dean watched as Andie death-stared this man down; he could almost touch the intensity she was giving him. "Ok; partner; let's get some air."

xxx

"Morgan; I'm sorry but I doubt that guy knows anything." Dean said to Andie as they walked back to the car.

"Stop calling me Morgan." Andie muttered tiredly. "And for what it's worth; I don't think so either but he…"

"What?" Dean prompted her. She averted his eyes in the same way she had earlier when Dean had found out he died at the Mystery Spot. "Don't tell me...he didn't...did he kill me?"

Andie sighed hugely. "Point is; he wasn't helpful." She paused.

Dean nodded. "Yeah; and that place was exactly what I thought—full of crap."

"So then what is it, Dean?" Andie asked him. "What's happening to us?"

"I dunno…" Dean muttered. "Ok; wait a minute…" He stopped on the pathway and turned to Andie; trying to make more sense of the situation. "Every day I die."

"Yeah." Andie replied.

"And that's when you wake up again, right?" he continued.

"Yeah." Andie nodded.



"Maybe it's 'cos we had sex." He thought aloud.

"What?" Andie snapped.

"Hey; I'm just saying." Dean said, unable to hide his smile. "We have sex then you relive the day?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I don't relive us having sex if that's what you're getting at." Andie snickered. "I relive you dying; slightly more memorable."

"Slightly." Dean cocked his head at her and grinned.

"Shut up." Andie snapped and started to walk away.

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry." Dean caught up to her and stopped her again. "I'll stop. Well; I'll try to…" The sad look in Andie's eyes really made him stop. "Ok; look. Let's just make sure I don't die today, alright?"

"What do you mean?" Andie furrowed her brow.

"If I make it 'til tomorrow, maybe this whole thing stops and we can figure it out." Dean suggested.

Andie considered this. "Yeah...I guess...that might work."

"It's worth a shot." Dean agreed. "I say we grab some take out and lay low til midnight; sound good?" He was happy to see Andie look more relaxed.

"That is...the most helpful thing you've said all day." Andie smiled.

"Good." Dean smiled back and they kept walking. "You want Chinese?"

Before Andie could respond; a desk fell from nowhere and crushed Dean completely flat on the sidewalk. Looking up, Andie saw the two removalists looking at Dean with shocked expressions. Having obviously been unable to get the desk through the door; they'd tried tying it on a rope and heaving it up through the window. It had snapped the second Dean walked underneath it. Andie just stared at Deans legs sprouting out from underneath the desk; heaving deep, helpless sighs.