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. 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… On second thought…Sam, you say we do the same thing every day right?"

"Yeah, morning routine, Y/N sleeps through breakfast and so forth."

"Hey sweetheart! Get your ass up, you're coming to breakfast."

"No." Just let me sleep Damnit. Your eyes shot open as you felt two hands envelop your waist, throwing you successfully over Dean's shoulder. He stopped next to Sam and smirked, "See? Different day already." You smacked his back and he bounced you, his bony shoulder digging into your gut. "Look I'm already up, the least you could do is let me walk to the car."

"Too late." He put you down and you noticed that the three of you had already made it to the vehicle. Sam was smiling, but it didn't reach his eye. "So catch me up, what's going on?"

"Sammy's going through 'Groundhog Day'. But it only ends when I die. So, if we all decide that I am not gonna die, I'm not gonna die." Well that's a lot to take in first thing.

You all made it to the local Diner. "I'll take the special, side of sausage, and a coffee, thanks." You browsed the menu, but nothing looked good this early. "Just a coffee for me please." The waitress nodded and left to ring in the order. "See Sammy, differences left and right." Sam smiled, and a small hint of hope touched his face. You couldn't imagine what he was going through, especially considering the codependency factor.

The waitress brought Dean's food and you leaned down to just smell the roasted bean brew. A small cough directed your attention to Dean. He seemed to have something stuck in his throat. You waited to see if he could get it out himself, but it seemed to be getting worse. You stood behind him and pressed, trying to get the sausage out of his throat. No such luck, as the coughing intensified until his head hit the table.

Dean Winchester was dead. 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…