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WARNING: Some of these episodes/chapters may contain graphic violence, cursing, mentions of suicide or assault and other triggering aspects. Proceed with caution please.

Episode Summary:

The Winchesters investigate the disappearance of a man who went missing at a tourist location. While searching the site, Angel is shot and killed by the owner. Sam and Dean are both devastated but Sam is stunned beyond belief when he wakes up the next morning to find Angel alive and well and Dean none the wiser. As the day unfolds, Sam realizes he is re-living the previous day and tries to prevent Angel's death, which he does but Dean dies instead.

Sam's eyes snapped open as the radio blared Heat of the Moment by Asia from the motel room side table. He sat up in bed and looked over with squinted eyes to Angel who was dressed for the day and brushing her teeth in the bathroom. She smiled at his annoyed face from the mirror before winking at him. Then he turned his tired morning glare to Dean who was sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. He was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"Dude." Sam shook his head, "Asia?"

"Come on. You love this song and you know it."

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself."

"What?" Dean turned up the volume, "Sorry, can't hear you."

Sam and Angel both laughed as Dean started lip syncing and bopping along to the lyrics. Angel shook her head as his bopping came to a stop beside her in the bathroom. He swiped her mouthwash before she could put it back in her bag earning an eye roll but she saved her toothpaste and escaped the bathroom before he could take anything else.

Later on Sam stood next to him in the bathroom as he gurgled loudly and extremely long. Sam tried to ignore him long enough to brush his teeth but he grimaced at the way Dean left their toothpaste. There was dried crud all over it and the cap was nowhere to be seen. When he looked over at him in disgust Dean grinned, still mid gurgle, and Sam shook his head in irritation.

After they were all done with their morning routines Sam and Angel found themselves standing by the door waiting for Dean. He was rifling around the motel room in search of his gun. Angel took a steadying breath as she quelled the bubbling irritation with her little brother.

Sam however was giving him major bitchface from beside Angel, "Whenever you're ready, Dean."

"Gross!" Dean grimaced when he pulled out a black lace bra from his bag, "Angel, why is your crap in here?!"

She peered at the bra before giving him a bored look, "That's not mine."

"Oh." He smirked at Sam, "Yours?" Sam glared and earned a loud laugh from Dean before he resumed rummaging in his bag and finally pulled out his gun, "Bingo." He sighed and put his gun in his waistband before going past Angel and Sam to the door, "Now, who's ready for some breakfast?"

As they stepped inside the local diner the door chimed at their arrival. A cashier at the register handed over some change to an older man in front of her.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."

"Yeah, yeah."

The cook yelled out in the background, "Order up!"

The siblings quickly found a booth to sit in with Angel sliding into her spot followed by Sam as Dean sat across from them.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal." The waitress said as she stopped next to a man, "You know the rules."

Cal passed her some change, "Some coffee."

"Hey. Tuesday." Dean noticed a poster on the wall and pointed at it with a smile, "Pig 'N A Poke."

Sam raised a brow, "You even know what that is?"

Angel looked over the breakfast menu that was on the table, "I don't even want to know what that is."

The waitress, whose name tag said Doris, stopped at their table, "You three ready?"

"Yes." Dean nodded excitedly, "I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."

Sam looked over next, "Make it two coffees and a short stack."

"Three coffees, please." Angel smiled at her, "And the spinach omelette with a side of bacon as well."

Doris smiled at all three of them before walking off, "You got it."

"I'm telling you, guys, this job is small fry." Dean said with a sigh as he leaned back, "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

"Yes, you are absolutely correct, Dean. We should totally get right on that. I mean, good golly, how could that have slipped my mind?" Angel's voice was laced with sarcasm making Dean roll his eyes as Sam chuckled, "So, where is she again?"

"Shut up."

"Look, guys, relax." Sam motioned his hands between them as he quelled the tension, "We all want to find Bela, but we're at a standstill with that." He pulled out some papers from his jacket pocket, "In the meantime, we have this."

Dean took the file from him to go through it, "Alright, so this professor…"

The headline on the newspaper clipping read: 'MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA'.

"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished."

Angel nodded as she took one of the pages out of the file, "Last known location?"

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot."

Dean turned over a flyer. The front has a large question mark and the words 'Broward County Mystery Spot' printed on it. The back said: 'E=MC2?, A=πR2?, and F=GM1M2/R22?'. Below the lines Dean read aloud before passing it to Angel.

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning."

Sam shrugged as Angel's brows furrowed. Doris arrived just then with a tray holding 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 on the floor, "Whoops. Crap! Sorry." She turned to the back, "Cleanup!"

After breakfast…

As the three of them walked down the street a golden retriever whined and barked at them as they passed. Dean grabbed the Mystery Spot flyer from Angel's hands.

"Guys, joints like this are only tourist traps." He shook his head, "I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. That kinda thing."

"I mean, he's not wrong, Sammy." Angel nodded, "Places like this are generally only dangerous to your wallet. Maybe we should find another gig."

"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-"

A mocking tone filled Dean's voice, "Broward County Mystery Spot?"

Sam grumbled in irritation, "Well sometimes these places are legit."

"Alright, alright. Calm down." Angel patted his arm with a smile, "If it is legit-"

"And that's a big-ass if."

Angel elbowed Dean to shut up, "You know the lore?"

"Well-"

As Sam started to explain, Dean collided with a blonde girl passing him on the sidewalk. She was carrying a stack of paper in her hands and seemed to be in a hurry.

Quickly she turned to meet Dean's eye apologetically but didn't stop her rush, "Excuse me."

"The lore's pretty friggin' nuts, actually." Sam continued his explanation as Dean glanced back at the woman with an appreciative smirk on his face at her beauty, "I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where."

Dean sighed dismissively, "Sounds a little X-Files to me."

The three of them paused their conversation as they passed two movers who were trying to get a large desk in a small doorway.

"Told you it wouldn't fit!"

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?!"

"Look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something."

"We'll go tonight after they close." Angel instructed, interrupting whatever complaint Dean was about to say, "That way we can get ourselves a nice long look."

Later that night at the Mystery Spot…

The hallway of the building was neon green with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. The three of them took out their flashlights and made their way down the hallway carefully. After shutting the door, Sam pulled out his EMF reader. Angel and Dean shined their flashlights around as they walked through an open door into a room. Deans flashed his onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling.

"Wow." Sarcasm laced his voice as he studied the gimmick unimpressed, "Uncanny."

Angel examined another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, this one at an angle to the floor as Sam moved around the room with the EMF.

The blonde turned, "Find anything?"

Sam held up the unresponsive EMF meter with a frown, "No."

Dean gave him an annoyed look, "You have any idea what you're looking for?"

"Uh… yeah." Both Angel and Dean raised their eyebrows skeptically, "No."

Angel sighed as Dean shook his head. The three of them resumed shining their flashlights around other parts of the room as they looked around.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

All three of them turned to the foreign voice as Angel and Dean each pointed their flashlights and guns at the newcomer. The owner, Mr. Carpiak had his own shotgun in his hands. He aimed it shakily at the both of them as he moved it from Dean to Angel in a panic.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean pulled his gun up immediately, motioning for Angel to follow his lead and she begrudgingly pulled up her weapon, "We can explain."

He pointed the shotgun shakily at Sam, "You robbing me?!"

"Look, nobody's robbing you." Sam kept his hands raised and visible, "Just calm down."

"Don't!" He then reared the shotgun onto Angel when she made a move to lower her weapon to the floor, "Don't move!"

"Just take a breath, sir" Angel kept her voice steady and calm, "I'm putting my gun down."

Mr. Carpiak then fired directly at her. The bullet hit her in the chest and sent her onto her back with a pained whimper. Pain sliced through her from the shotgun round to the chest. Blood spurted from her mouth when she tried to breath.

Horror filled Sam as he rushed to his sister's side and half picked her up in his arms, "Angel!"

Panic and horror filled Dean as he also dropped to Angel's side, briefly glaring at the shocked older man, "What the hell's wrong with you?!"

Angel's wide shocked eyes filled with tears as she gasped in a breath but couldn't catch it. She whimpered in pain and horror when her own hand came up from the bullet wound covered in blood. Her other hand clutched Sam's jacket tightly as her wild eyes met his grief stricken ones.

"Hey, hey listen to me Ang." Dean immediately jumped to action and took off his jacket as she weakly looked at him, "You're gonna be okay, sweetheart. You're gonna be fine. It's nothing."

"Hey!" Sam barked at the owner with tears in his eyes, "Call 911!"

"I- I didn't mean to-"

"Now dammit!" Dean barked at him as he pressed his jacket to Angel's chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding, "W- we just gotta stop the bleeding." She groaned when he did and Dean gripped her free hand in reassurance, "I know. I know it hurts. Just- just breathe through it. Focus on us."

"No, no, no. Not like this." Sam sobbed when her eyes lulled, "You stay awake, Angel!" A sob broke through her lips as she looked up at him and Dean one last time before going still, her green eyes closing as devastation filled both of her brothers, "Angel."

"No. No!" Dean's shaky hand came up to shake her awake before he felt for a pulse but there was none, "Oh, no, no, no." His hand gripped her limps one tightly as he sobbed for her with Sam, "Angie…"