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, oblivious to the world around him. You'd never seen him so…angry wasn't the word for it. He seems done. A woman bumping into Dean interrupted your analysis, apologizing with an, "Excuse me." Dean looked back, lingering for way too long. You rolled your eyes and nudged him, urging him to catch up with Sam ahead. 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.
"Okay, Sam, what's with the face?" He finally acknowledged you. "We have to go to the Mystery Spot. It's got me caught in some sort of time loop, but apparently the two of you don't get to remember it."
"You realize how that sounds, right? I'm trying to go in with an open mind here, but don't you think someone somewhere would've come across something like this before?"
"Please, tell me about the Gorgon again…"
"Touché. So you think it has something to do with that money munching tourist trap?"
"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The – the magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever." Dean interjected, "That all seems a little too 'X-Files' for me."
"Well, I don't know how else to explain it!" What are you afraid of Sammy? "Alright! Alright. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look."
"No, no, no, no. We can't"
"Why not?"
"Because you…"
"I what?" You finally caught on. "Dean dies there, right?"
"Blown away, actually." The mental image accosted your mind. "Huh…Okay. Let's go now." Was all Dean said. He took a few steps to cross the street before Sam came barreling after him, pulling him back just in time to avoid a crotchety old man screaming out his window, "Get out of the way!" A near miss and Dean Winchester simply laughed in shock. Sam, on the other hand, looked pissed. You spoke up, "I'm assuming that wasn't just good reflexes?"
"Yesterday. Yeah." The severity of the situation finally hit you.
"And?" Dean questioned.
"And what?"
"Did it look cool like in the movies?" Only you would be concerned about the logistics of one of your deaths Dean Winchester. Sam pulled a massive bitch face, "You peed yourself." Dean's eyes darted immediately to you, his cheeks and ears burning a bright red. He might have been physically fine, but his ego sure took a hit. He shook it off, "Of course I peed myself. A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" You smirked and shook your head at his feigned confidence as he turned and made sure to look both ways before crossing the street.
The three of you posed as press, interviewing the owner of the Mystery Spot. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. We could use all the good ink we can get." He seemed friendly enough, and your red flag censors weren't buzzing. Sam questioned first, "How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?"
"Well, my family's been here guarding the secrets here since you don't wanna know when." You always preferred the authority ruse. People only showcased the version that they wanted the world to see when dealing with press. "So you'd know if anything strange happened?" Sam continued. "Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Well, uh…It's where the laws of physics…have no meaning."
"Okay. Like how?" Sam was getting a bit testy.
"Take the tour." You could tell there was about to be confrontation, so you stepped in, "The guy who went missing – Dexter Hasselback – He take the tour?" Carpiak squinted and let out an undignified scoff. Sore subject apparently. "Hold on a minute. What kind of article is this?"
"Just answer the question." Sam interjected. "The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment-"
"Listen to me. There's something weird going on here. Now, do you know anything about it or not?" Sam leaned into the guy and his intensity was rising. You looked to Dean to get a handle on his brother and the fear on Carpiak's face was apparent. This dude isn't in on anything supernatural happening here. If there even is anything happening. "Okay, look. Give it a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds." You looked to Sam to give him the nod that this guy was telling the truth, but he never broke eye contact, seemingly angrier by the second. You shoved Dean's shoulder, asking yet again for him to diffuse the bomb. "Okay, Kojak. Let's get some air." He led Sam to the door and you stopped in front of the owner. "Sorry." was all you could think to say.
After a silent five minutes walking back to the motel, Dean spoke, "Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought – it's full of crap."
"So what is it, then? What the hell is happening to us?"
"I don't know." He pulled the two of you to the side. "All right, let me just…So every day I die."
"Yeah."
"That's when you wake up again, right?" You realized that this was the first time all day that the situation had been explained in detail to you. "Yeah." It clicked. "So why don't we just make sure Dean doesn't die?" Dean's face lit up at your idea. "If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out." Sam contemplated, looking hopeful, "Do you think?"
"It's worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout, head back to the motel, lay low until midnight." Nothing sounded better. "Works for me." You agreed. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" Dean began to walk towards the nearest restaurant.
SPLAT!
The table that the two men from earlier were moving had dropped from the lift, right on to Dean, crushing him flat. 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. He seemed to be in shock, shaking his head. 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…