Tuesday

Heat of the moment….

Your eyes shot open…unwillingly. From your spot on the couch, you had a perfect view of Dean tying his boots, while Sam matched your confused expression. "Rise and shine, gang!" You closed your eyes again, but Sam responded, "Dude. Asia?"

"C'mon, you love this song and you know it."

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

Heat of the moment!

"What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you." The volume increased, officially hitting your last nerve. Without a word, you grabbed the boot next to the couch and catapulted it straight at Dean. It hit his shoulder and got his attention. "Turn it off." You managed to mutter. He grimaced to himself; some comment about Sleeping Beauty, but still lowered the song. It took you less than five minutes to return to sleep.

A loud rustling near you had stirred you a bit, recognizing it as Dean searching through his bag. "Whenever you're ready, Dean." Came Sam's sarcasm. You peaked an eye open just as Dean held up the bra you had discarded earlier that morning. It must've landed in his bag. "Is this a sign? Finally accepting my offer?" You were about to chastise him when he turned to Sam, "Or is this yours? Ha!" One bitch face from Sam later and he turned back to you. "Speaking of, Y/N/N, you going to breakfast?" You just rolled over in response. "Y/N/N? No? Ok, I'll bring you back some bacon." You rolled your eyes, but fell back asleep quickly as they left. You had run yourselves into the ground searching for Bela, and to be honest, it seemed to have caught up with you that day. And it didn't help that Sam had dragged you all to this place for a small-fry case. Besides, he was the one that snores.

After an extra hour, you decided it was time to work, and met the boys outside the local diner, hoodied up. You didn't have the patience for uncomfortable material. "Y/N? Didn't expect to see you till tomorrow. You look, uh-"

"Don't test me Winchester." You warned Sam. Dean was too caught up in a brochure to notice, "Sam, I'm telling you man, spots like this are only tourist traps. I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger's to your wallet."

"Okay, look. I'm just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people—The Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex." He looked to you for support. "Sorry Sammy, but I'm with Dean on this one. Yes weird things exist, but Broward County Mystery Spot?"

"We've seen weirder things!"

"Exactly. Don't you think we would've come across this, or someone else would have?"

"Oh really? So tell me about the Gorgon again…"

"…Touché… So what's the lore here?"

"Well—" A woman bumping into Dean interrupted Sam, apologizing with an, "Excuse me." Dean looked back, lingering for way too long. You rolled your eyes and prompted Sam to continue. "The lore's pretty freaking nuts, actually. I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims no one knows where." Dean interjected, "Sounds a little 'X Files' to me." You mentally agreed when two men lifting a table into an old apartment building caught your attention. One winked and the other whistled. Sure, let me drop my panties now, whistling definitely does it for me.

"Alright, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something." And there's the argument to get Dean. Stupid heroes complex. "Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look." Looks like we're officially on the case…

A few hours later, you were geared up and searching the building. Sam opened the door and Dean pushed passed you to lead the group. It was dimly lit, so Dean's flashlight sufficed for the three of you. He pointed it towards the ceiling, illuminating a table that had been nailed there upside down. "Wow. Uncanny." He quipped. You agreed. Your gut was telling you that this place was nothing but a money muncher. The three of you split up and searched different corners. Admittedly not giving your full effort, you grazed past the "funhouse mirror".

"Find anything?" Dean questioned. "No." responded Sam. "Nothing but a body complex. Do we have any idea what we're looking for?" You added pointedly to Sam.

"Uh…Yeah." You raised your eyebrows at him. "No." You shook your head and looked to Dean. He shrugged. After yet another eye roll, you retired against the wall until Sam's itch was scratched.

"What the hell you doing here?" Three guns aimed at the intruder, who pointed a shotgun directly at Dean. Oops. The owner. Guess we're the intruders. Dean held his hands up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain."

"You robbing me?" Sam interceded, "Look, nobody's robbing you. Calm down." Dean lowered his weapon and caught the man's attention. "Don't move. Don't move!" He's twitchy. This could end badly if handled wrong. You slowly tried to get his attention to ease the situation, but Dean added his two cents, "I'm just putting the gun down."

BANG!

It was a chest hit. Like a switch being flipped, you analyzed the situation. "Dean!" Sam was panicking. The owner stood there stunned. "Call 911." You directed before walking to the older Winchester. "I…I didn't mean…"

"Now!" Screamed Sam. You bent down to see the entry point. He had missed Dean's heart, but it was a direct puncture to his lung. Dean was choking, blood filling his airways rapidly. "No. No, no, no, no, no. Not like this. Y/N do something!" Even if you did have the right medical equipment, Dean was fading fast, the life literally draining from his eyes. You checked his pulse and felt it grow slower and slower, until it stopped altogether. Looking up to meet Sam's eyes, you shook your head subtly. Sam grabbed the body and held it close to his own. "Dean…" I can't be here. You saw the pain in Sam's eyes and Dean's limp body, causing you to slowly back up. It was too much…