At the diner…
Sam held a despairing expression on his face after yet again explaining their situation to Angel and Dean.
"Look, I still think you're nuts." Dean shrugged as he and Angel shared a look of agreement, "But okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."
Sam nodded slowly, "Thanks."
"Okay, so, if you're stuck in a Groundhog Day-esque time loop…" Angel cocked her eyebrow, "Why? What's behind it?"
"Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot." He frowned, "Now I'm not so sure."
"What do we do?"
"Well, we keep you two breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of."
Dean shrugged, "Shouldn't be too hard."
"Yeah, right." Sam scoffed, "Dean, I've watched you two die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it."
"Well, nothing's set in stone. You say Angel and I order the same thing every day, right?"
"Yeah." He nodded, "Pig in a poke, side of bacon and a spinach omelette, side of bacon."
Dean turned to Doris, who was standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook, "'Scuse me, sweetheart?" She turned, "Can we get sausage instead of bacon?"
"Sure thing, hon."
"See?" Dean grinned, "Different day already. You see, if the three of us decide that Angel and I aren't gonna die- We're not gonna die." Doris brought over their food and earned a smile from him, "Thank you."
Angel cut into her omelette as Dean stabbed a sausage link with his fork and bit in. Sam looked between them with a relieved grin, but then Dean started to choke.
"Dean." The smile was instantly wiped off Sam's face as he and Angel fretted over Dean and his pained choking, "Dean?"
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
After relaying the events that had transpired the past few days Angel took a shower and Dean sulked from the couch.
"You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?"
"No, Dean."
"What about coffee?" Angel poked her shampoo lathered head carefully around the shower curtain, "We can still stop for coffee right?"
Sam huffed in annoyance as he hollered back at her, "You'll both thank me it's Wednesday!"
Dean grumbled as he looked at the newspaper, "Whatever that means."
Angel frowned and disappeared behind the shower curtain. As Sam looked out the window, both Winchesters jumped at the sound of Angels yelp followed by a thud.
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on…
Dean bit into a takeout taco and then frowned, "Do these tacos taste funny to you?"
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on…
Angel plugged in the motel room coffee pot and was immediately electrocuted.
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on…
Dean plugged in an electric razor to the outlet in the bathroom and was immediately electrocuted.
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on at the Mystery Spot…
Several loud thuds sounded as Sam broke down the walls of the establishment with an axe. Angel stood beside the owner, who was duct-taped to a chair, and frowned as she worriedly watched her youngest brother slowly lose his mind.
"Everybodys fine." Dean knelt down to the owner and tried to make his voice as reassuring as possible, "Nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?"
"Sammy?" Angel kept her voice equally as calm as she spoke, her face softening one Sam stopped and turned to her, "Maybe we should just… forget about this plan, hm? I think you should just drop the axe and let this guy go. What do you say?"
"Something's gotta be going on here." He ignored her and went back to swinging the axe, "I intend to find out what."
"Sam, you already tore this place a new one and nothing is here." Angel frowned as she tried to talk some sense into him, "Time to give it a rest."
"NO! I'm gonna take it down to studs!"
"Sammy, that's enough." Dean got up and walked over to him, "Give me the axe."
"Leave it, Dean."
Dean took hold of it, "Give it."
"No, you give it."
Angel huffed and shuffled closer to them as they struggled, "Come on, Sam, just let it go."
"No!"
"Give me the ax!" Dean demanded, "This is crazy!"
"No!" Sam yelled back, "Just, leave it, please-"
As they struggled around with the ax it flipped out of their hands and, in a fate like something out of Final Destination, hit Angel in a fatal blow and sprayed the owner's face with her blood.
Horror filled Sam, "Oh, my god, Angel!"
As her body dropped to the ground the owner screamed through the duct tape around his mouth.
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on at the diner…
The door of the diner chimed as the Winchesters entered.
The cashier gave Mr. Pickett some change from the register, "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
Sam bumped into Mr. Pickett as they passed and the waitress Doris stopped beside a man, "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."
Cal passed her some change, "Coffee."
As the three of them sat down in a booth, another man already sat at the counter with pancakes and maple syrup. The same man who sat there at all the other Tuesday reboots.
"Hey. Tuesday." Dean noticed a poster on the wall and pointed at it with a smile, "Pig 'N A Poke." Sam put a set of keys on the table earning a look from each sibling, "What are those?"
Sam's voice was monotone as he rolled his eyes to one of the customers, "The old man's."
Angel frowned, "You stole some old guys keys?"
"Trust me, neither of you want him behind the wheel."
Doris stopped at their table, "You three ready?"
"Uh, yes, we are." Dean shot Sam one last odd look before answering, "I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Hey, Doris?" Sam spoke up next, "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."
Doris gaped at him, "How'd you know-"
"Lucky guess."
Angel gave her a wide eyed apologetic look before she walked away and then sent a frown to her brother. All morning he'd been doing stuff like that and it was starting to freak her out.
"Okay." She sighed, "Now, one more time. You said you think we're in a…"
"Time loop."
Dean nodded, "Like 'Groundhog Day'."
"Doesn't matter." He shook his head with a scoff, "There's no way to stop it."
Dean chuckled, "Jeez, aren't you grumpy."
"Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, I'm a little grumpy." A pause stretched as the two of them took in his words before Sam spoke again, "Hot sauce."
Even more confusion filled Deans face, "What?"
Doris arrived with the coffee and hot sauce, "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops! Crap!" Sam caught the hot sauce and slid it across the table, "Thanks."
Dean smirked, "Nice reflexes."
"I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen."
"You don't know everything-"
"Yeah, I do."
The two of them spoke in unison, "Yeah, right. Nice guess."
Sam looked between the two of them grimly, "It wasn't a guess."
He and Dean again began to speak in unison, "Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They leaned towards each other simultaneously as Angel gaped from beside Sam, "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he-"
"Okay, that's enough!" Angel split them up with a shocked and equally freaked out look, "You two are starting to give me a migraine."
"That's not all." Sam leaned back and continued, "Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit." Judge Myers, overhearing, knocks over his glass of chocolate milk, "Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."
Dean's eyes went wide again, "What's your point?"
"My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday. I've watched you two die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your lives, and I can't. No matter what I do, one or both of you die, and then I wake up. And then it's Tuesday again."
Later on, as they walked down the street…
Sam still looked dejected, "Dog." The dog barked at the three of them as they passed, "'Where's my dang keys?'" As they passed Mr. Pickett on the sidewalk, he was searching his pockets for the keys Sam lifted, and repeated those same words, "'Excuse me.'"
He said that right before Dean collided with a blonde girl who turned and uttered those words as Dean checked her out.
"Okay." Angel huffed out a breath as her eyes went wide, "You're really starting to freak me out, Sam."
He nodded, still dejected, "I know."
"She's kinda cute." Dean chuckled as he referred to the blonde girl before putting out a hand to stop the three of them from walking, "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, "I ever do this?"
Dean turned and walked back to the blonde girl, "Excuse me, miss!"
Angel looked to Sam questioningly as the latter stared after their brother in a little shock, "No."
The blonde gave Dean one of her papers which happened to be a missing person's flyer, "A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Sam shrugged and Dean held up the flyer, "That's the guy who went missing?"
Sam stared at the name 'DEXTER HASSELBACK' under the picture from the newspaper clipping, "Yeah?"
"That's his daughter back there."
"Ma'am?" Sam grabbed the flyer and ran after the woman, "Ah, Miss?"
Angel and Dean turned to watch him run over as the golden retriever growled and barked at Dean. He looked down at the dog, then smiled as he leaned over to pet it.
"Dean…" Angel frowned as the dog backed up from him but remained growling and barking, "I don't think you should-"
"Somebody just needs a friend, huh?" He continued, "Good boy- aah!"
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Later on at the diner…
Dean sat eating as Angel sipped on her coffee. Sam was next to her as he read something on his laptop.
"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is. I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog." The man who was eating pancakes behind them got up and left just on time, "He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites- he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business."
Angel leaned over and read the computer screen. It was the biography of the author of the blog 'The Hasselback Report' with a picture of Hasselback and a headline.
Angel frowned as she read it aloud, "Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior?"
Dean scoffed, "More like a pompous schmuck."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam shook his head, "I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself."
Angel sifted through the computer tabs he had open, "When'd you have time to do all this research?"
"Come on." Sam took the laptop from her and packed it up as they stood, looking over at Dean as he chuckled, "What?"
"I just, it's just funny, you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes in one." Dean opened his arms, "It's kinda poetic, you know, like just desserts."
"You're right." Sam chuckled as the two of them passed him to walk to the door, "That is just desserts."
He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the abandoned plate from the earlier man. It had a partial pancake and pink syrup slathered all over it.
Angel turned to him when she noticed he wasn't following, "What's wrong?"
Sam watched the man walk by the diner windows, "Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?"
"It's a free country." Dean shrugged, "Man can't choose his own syrup, huh?" He chuckled, "What have we become?"
"Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever." Sam thought for a second, "Except me."
Another Tuesday reboot…
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Sam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed and stared around.
"HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"
Angel smiled from the bathroom mirror and winked at him as Dean tied his shoes from the other bed in the room, "Rise and shine, Sammy!"
Later on at the diner…
The man Sam was suspicious of was eating pancakes in his usual spot, this time with maple syrup. Behind him, Angel and Dean were both eating as Sam watched the man.
"One more time." Angel looked over as she picked up her coffee, "You said you think we're in a-"
Sam quickly dismissed her, "Eat your breakfast."
Angel and Dean both frowned at that as Sam watched the man leave. Sam hurriedly took out a brown paper bag before following.
Dean frowned as he called after him, "What's in the bag?"
"Okay, he's losing it." Angel hurriedly put some bills on the table before motioning to Dean and sliding out of the booth, "Come on."
As the man walked down the street, Sam grabbed him and slammed him into the fence. He puts the tip of a wooden stake at his throat as Dean and Angel ran up to them.
"I know who you are. Or should I say, what."
"Oh my god…" The man cowered in fear, "Please don't kill me."
Angel looked at him like he'd snapped, "Sam-"
"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it." Sam glared at the cowering man, "It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don't they?"
"Yeah, sure, okay." The man glanced nervously at the stake, "Just put the stake down!"
Dean looked him over worriedly, "Sam, maybe you should-"
"No! 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."
"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife's name is Amelia. I got two kids. For crying out loud I sell ad space!"
"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"
The man then morphed into the trickster, "Actually, bucko, you didn't."
All three of them gaped in shock because as far as they knew this particular trickster was already killed by them and Bobby last year on a job where he had the three siblings at eachothers throats.