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 "Dude. Asia."

"Dean."

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

Heat of the moment!

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. You peaked an eye open just as Dean held up the bra you had discarded earlier that morning. You were about to chastise him when he turned to Sam, "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.

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 Dean. Sam seemed off, looking around at everything with his eye brows furrowed. Was he drunk? Dean interrupted your diagnosis. "Sam, I'm sorry, but, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too." He wasn't disproving your drunk theory. "Can you please say the ABC's backwards?" A bitch face was thrown in your direction. "I'm not drunk, I swear. From beginning to end, we are reliving yesterday, down to Y/N's circus tent of a sweatshirt."

"Rude." A woman bumping into Dean interrupted Sam, apologizing with an, "Excuse me." Dean looked back, lingering for way too long. You nudged him, prompting Dean to give you a little backup. "Look, we're just saying that it's crazy, you know? Even-for-us crazy. Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy." 10/10 on those soft skills buddy. You decided to offer a more rational explanation, "Sam, what if it's one of your psychic episodes?"

"No. No way. Way too vivid. Okay, look. We were at the Mystery Spot, and then…" He choked up. Something too painful. Gotta be Dean related. "And then what?" Dean prompted.

"Then I woke up." Well, let's pretend that wasn't a blatant lie. 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.

"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it…"

"Maybe what?" Sam sighed, "We got to check that place out." Dean was about to protest when Sam lifted his hand. "Just go with me on this, okay?"

"Alright, alright! We'll go tonight after close, get ourselves a nice, long look."

"Wait, what?!" He stopped the three of you. "No."

"Why not?" you prodded. "Uh…Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours. Nice and crowded." So something did happen. Better be on high alert. "My god, you're a freak."

"Dean. Y/N."

"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Dean rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards the money muncher.

BANG!

A speeding car driven by a drunk older man slammed into Dean, flipping him skyward and thrusting him back on the street. Like a switch being flipped, you analyzed the situation. "Dean!" Sam was panicking. He ran toward Dean and you made your way shortly after, looking over his wounds. It was a wasted effort, for your pulse check confirmed he was dead on arrival. . Looking up to meet Sam's eyes, you shook your head subtly. Sam grabbed the body and held it close to his own. "Dean…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…