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." Was said by both boys at the same time. "You guys rehearse that or what?" Dean smirked, "Nope, just both recognized your circus tent of a sweatshirt at the same time."
"Careful Wi-" "Careful Winchester."
Sam completed your warning. "Explain. Now." He sighed. You'd never seen him so completely numb to the world. "Caught in a time loop."
"Like 'Groundhog Day'." Dean added. "Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it. The dog." Huh? A dog proceeded to bark, confirming Sam's story. You began to walk with the boys, racking your brain, "There's got to be a way to stop this."
"Where's my dang keys?" "Where's my dang keys?"
"Excuse me."
A woman bumping into Dean interrupted Sam, apologizing with an, "Excuse me." Dean looked back, lingering for way too long. "She's kind of cute." He thought for a moment before stopping your pace. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" He ran toward the woman. "Excuse me. Miss?" Sam stood perplexed. "No." Dean grabbed her flyer and made his way back to you. "100 Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands? This the guy who went missing?" The two of you studied the poster, though you didn't actually know what you were looking for. "Yeah."
"That's his daughter back there." Sam snatched the flyer and ran back towards the girl. "Ma'am!" Having only the basics of whatever case you were working, you turned to Dean, who was distracted by the barking dog from earlier. "Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?"
"Dean, leave him alone." It didn't take a genius to see that he wasn't friendly. "It's fine." A warning snarl and a bite later, Dean Winchester was dead.