Chapter 12: Mystery Trials
His eyes fly open, his chest heaving high and he can hear Dean's obnoxious singing. He's now sitting up, panting like a freak'n dog on a hot summer day. He looks around and sees Dean just like he did the day before—teasing him by turning up the song, lip-syncing, and bobbing his head to the beat. finds Dean standing up bobbing his head to the music.
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" He yelled, turning up the music and jamming out. Sam shakes his head in confusion. Maybe it was just a nightmare.
Dean heads to the bathroom, does his usual routine for his mornings and off they go. He drives Him and Sam over to the diner. He spots the special and they get seated. He noticed Sam's wearily flusters and decides to let Sam deal with it on his own. It's better off that way. Meanwhile The same scene in the diner replays, befuddling Sam who catches the hot sauce from falling this time. Dean smiles at his brother's catch and high-fives him. Sam pulled a face and Dean just shrugged and ate the Pig 'n a Poke with a side of bacon.
Sam's puzzled as they run into the same things as he thought happened yesterday. They run across the dog, the woman, and the movers again while Sam convinces Dean to check out the Mystery Spot now instead of later. Dean agrees, steps out onto the street, and flies through the air in spectacular fashion when a speeding car hits him. Sam rushes to his side and is again traumatized by holding his dead brother in his arms.
"Dean!" He cries, this can't be happening. Dean's eyes flutter shut. What the hell is going on?
—xx—
Later Lexie's awakes in her brother's arms to find Alice and FP whispering away. They didn't know she was awake yet. So she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. "She's been crying in her sleep, Al." She heard her brother. She wanted to punch him for talking about her but he sounded concerned. She guessed she would let it side; just this time for once she would.
"Oh.. Maybe it was about Dean." As if, it so wasn't about that dick. She was not crying over him. She could care less about that bastard. He ruined her. Her brother was put in the hospital due to his lies. Oh don't even get her started on his brother. He was just much to blame as Dean.
FP groaned," If I see that fucker I'll—" He was cut off by Alice.
"Kill him? Oh come one, FP. I'm sure he didn't mean to get you nearly killed." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right, Alice. He never bothered to keep Lexie save when I was— you know."
"I know." She sighed heavily. "I'm sure that he had to take care of his ablies." Suggested Alice. She was trying to give the young man with green emerald eyes a chance.
Lexie had it. She couldn't stand them talking about her, as if she wasn't in the room. Well they thought she was asleep. But if they knew her well enough. They would know she doesn't sleep at hospitals. Hospitals are for the sick and dying. Sure hell not for the living. She knew that for sure. Also they are hella creepy. Or maybe she's just watched too much horror movies about hospitals. Jughead loves anything that exposes history. Man that kid is a movie bluff for sure. JB on the other hand likes Pink Floyd and old music. Lexie wasn't very confident on her music. Sure she knows the basics but other than that; she's clueless.
"I told him to get the hell outta town." FP and Alice were startled by the sudden voice.
Alice walked away from the window and tilted her head toward the bruttente. How could her best friend be so stupid? She was letting a good guy get away and why.
"Lex, why? He seems like a good guy." Lexie scoffed.
"Good? That's an understatement. He's not a real FBI agent." Alice gasps with a hand over her mouth.
"What?!" She shouts, causing FP to cover his ears with his pillow that was behind his head. "Then What is he?"
"Apparently…" Lexie starts explaining, while sitting up right and of course rolling her eyes. "... he hunts the Supernatural." She says trying to sound serious and quoting with her fingers.
FP slightly winces. He knew he wasn't crazy. He actually saw Jason. There was no way he could making this up.
"For real?" Alice giggled at Lexie. "Wow. I'm kinda glad you dodge that crazy man then." She then hooked her arm around Lexie's and sighed. "But oh my He was sexy."
FP cleared his throat to gain their attention." I'm standing right here!" Alice smiles at him.
"Oh now you're jealous?" She teased lightly before giving a kiss to his forehead. She pulled back and stared. "Is that better?" Lexie hated that her boss was playing hard-to-get with her brother. She better tell him that she still loves him.
"Don't tease, Alice." She said before earning a glare from both of them. She slyly shrugged." Hey don't glare at me like that. Why can't you two just admit you still love each other?"
Alice started walking toward her, scowling." Maybe if you would admit that you like Dean."
She couldn't believe what she just said to her. Lexie was flat on her feet, laughing. "Oh yeah I'm so in love with him!" She yelled out sarcastically, darting her brown eyes at Alice.
"Quiet down were in a hospital!" Her brother shouted, shushing them with his finger to his lips. "God you two are like sisters."
Alice and Lexie turned to look one another and exhaled a long withdrawn breath. Her lips quirked into a daring smile. Alice sent FP a glare. He didn't just tell them something they'd known for awhile now.
"We know."
"Yeah, get with program, old man." Lexie teased, sticking out her tongue and snuck another cookie.
"Alexandra, don't take my cookies!"
She only laughed." Oh sorry, bro. That's for being an ass."
—-xx—
Again he awakes to Asia blaring. Okay something wasn't right. Dean's still alive but Sam knew that Dean died twice now and it was still the same day. How was this possible? He had to be going insane. A rattled Sam watches Dean go through the same morning gargle. He tells Dean in the diner that he's stuck in a time loop like Groundhog Day and that Dean's going to die. Back on the sidewalk—dog, woman, movers—and just before Dean steps out in the street, Sam pulls him back, telling him the car hit him yesterday.
Of course Dean doesn't really believe his brother one bit. He thought his brother was losing it, but it went along with his brother's plan. They go to the Mystery spot posing as reporters. The owner had his same act which frustrated Sam. Dean didn't get why his brother cared so much but again… this is Sam Winchester we are talking about. Dean concludes that as long as he doesn't die, that will break the time loop. As Sam agrees, Dean steps forward, and the desk from earlier ends up falling on him, crushing him Wile E. Coyote style. Sam looks on in horror, and Asia plays again.
Dude! Not again, he grumbled angrily to himself. He sits at the diner again! Also filled with anxious and anger of course since he had no idea what was going on.
He was again telling Dean about his time loop problem. Dean promises he won't die and tries to break the cycle by ordering sausage instead of bacon, but proceeds to choke. Dean takes a shower, and Sam hears Dean yell and a thud. They're eating tacos, and Dean asks if they taste funny. Dean is electrocuted by plugging in his razor. Sam and Dean go back at the Mystery Spot; duct tape the owner to a chair, and Sam tears apart the place with an axe. Dean tries to get the axe away from Sam, they fight, blood spurts, and Sam cries for Dean.
By this time, Sam is extremely agitated. In the diner, Dean orders the Tuesday special again, and Sam tells Doris the waitress to clock some hours in at the archery range because she's a terrible shot. He tells Dean angrily this is the hundredth Tuesday. He proves his point by repeating what Dean says at exactly the same time and talks about the other patrons in the diner, not to mention catching the hot sauce again. Again they see the dog, the old man looking for his keys (which Sam took earlier), and a woman bumping into them. Dean chases after the woman and finds that she has flyers of the man they're looking for. He asks Sam why in one hundred Tuesdays he didn't find out that she's the man's daughter. Sam chases after her to ask questions, while Dean goes to pet the dog. Growling and mauling ensue.
Another Tuesday!! Now he's getting tired. He's been through a hundred Tuesdays already. How many more tuesdays can they have.
Sam wakes up with a look of both revelation and fury.In the diner, the pancake man leaves, and Sam goes after him. He corners him in the alley and holds a wooden stake to his neck, telling him he finally figured out why he's repeating Tuesdays and watching Dean die everyday. Dean stands off to the side confused by what is happening. Sam says that they've killed one of his kind before, and the man turns into the Trickster and tells Sam they didn't. The Trickster admits it's been fun killing Dean everyday, but that this time, the joke's on Sam, so he'll finally get the point that he can't save his brother. Sam threatens to kill him, but the Trickster says the joke is off and takes them to Wednesday with a snap of his fingers.
Now it's the time he's awoken by a different song playing. Thank god! He was getting so exhausted and now he finally had his brother back. They pack up to leave, and Dean goes out to the car first where he's held up at gunpoint by one of the diner patrons. Sam hears the gunshot and rushes outside to see Dean on the ground, shot in the chest and dead. He holds Dean in his arms and closes his eyes, dismayed when nothing changes, before starting to sob.
You gotta be kidding.
After he spent a long time trying to track down the trickster, Sam finally gets him to snap his fingers and bring him back. Sam wakes up in the motel room with Back in Time playing on the radio. Dean is there, and a shaken Sam gets up and gives Dean a huge hug. They leave together, and Sam is somber, deeply affected by his experience. He sees the unmade bed and realizes that life without Dean will still happen.
Now what was he do when Dean actually dies.
—-xx—-
Lexie made dinner that night for her, JB, Jug and Jughead's girlfriend Betty. It had been a long day. FP was going to be home in one week from today or actually tonight since it was the evening. Jughead sat at the table mouthful with Mac cheese and slurping down his soda. JB played with the fork in the bowl and Betty ate gracefully without making a mess. Which Lexie was appreciative about. It was rare to find someone like Betty. Especially in their home town;
Riverdale is not like everyone thinks it is.
It's much darker, twisted and now with Hermione running the town as Mayor and her husband's drug empire blowing up; only made Lexie fear for her family. Hiram wasn't gonna do anything good for Riverdale. And she knew that it was about to her to make sure that Jug and JB weren't affected by the aftermath.
"This is really good, Ms. Jones." Betty said sweetly as her eyes swept the room. Lexie smiles brightly.
"Aw! Thank you." Before she started cracking up." But it is only craft, Sweetie."
Betty just shook her head." That's fine, though it's still good even for boxed, Ms. Jones." Lexie internally cringed when she heard 'Ms. Jones' it made her feel old and man she was a lot younger than her brother and of course older than the teenagers.
"You can call me Lexie if you feel more comfortable. Ms. Jones makes me feel very old and I'm not old yet." She cracked a joke and the kids laughed.
"Good one, Auntie!" Squealed JB as she giggled and that giggle filled the room.
Jughead has a proud smile. He hasn't seen his aunt this carefree in what seemed like days. Now that his dad was going to be out of the hospital in no time, he and his aunt would have him back. He had so much to explain. The drug empire that Hiram Lodge was building; or skyrocketing according to Veronica.
When dinner was finished Jughead took Betty back to her house, Lexie helped JB with her math homework before she and JB watched friends reruns on their small box T.V. they still owned from the 90's. As she watched screen, she thought texting Dean. Maybe she should've let him explain more than she had. Or maybe she should tell him that her brother was going to be alright. But in the end she let her stubborn side win. She focused in on the tv, laughing at when Ross counts to five the wrong way. Oh Ross, she laughed.
The door creaked open, appeared from the dark was Jughead. Lexie lifted off the sofa, greeting him with a welcoming smile and hugged him.
"We should talk about… what we saw…" His tone gave her chills down her spine.
They sat in his bedroom, her eyes wondered what he was implying as she lurked at the old newspaper clippings pinned to the bulletin board. Jughead noticed that his aunt was avoiding the topic at all costs.
"Jug… there's nothing to talk about." She stated shapely, sharpening her eyes at the floor.
He scoffed." You don't seriously believe that Jason didn't try to kill all of us a few days ago." He whispered, harshly narrowing his eyes.
Now this was nonsense. She knew that Jason wasn't actually there and she was sure hell not insane. Jughead couldn't actually think that that liar was actually telling the truth.
"Oh come on, Jug. That wasn't real. We were just very scared and our brains made something from our fragment imaginations." She said sternly.
"So, Dad didn't get ripped, and mauled by nothing!" He shouted, angrily shaking his head.
Before she could say anything. He stormed passed her, slamming his bedroom door forcefully behind him. Her eyes widened at the action. Jughead and her never fought, ever. She must figure out how to get him to forgive her. She can't stand anyone being mad at her. Thank god her brother was coming home soon.