Author's Note: I'm Baaaaaaaaack! FINALLY got my laptop working. Its 6 years old and sadly on the verge of needing to be replaced but after a couple weeks of swapping parts and chargers and batteries we finally have it working again (for now) so I've been writing all day to get this to you guys! I'd reeeeeally love to get us past that 200 reviews mark! So please let me know what's going through your head! I promise Judson is not far, as a matter of fact I've already written a large chunk of the next chapter and its got plenty of him in it! So if you're missing him as much as I do then don't fret, he's close by. Love you guys! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and supporting Emily's story! Please keep going! There is going to be an original chapter up next then back to the story line and closer and closer to the finale! Its going to be a doozy you won't want to miss! I've got lots of ideas buzzing in my head! Love yall!
Heat of the moment…
"Rise and shine, kids!"
Dean's voice caused me to jump awake, I groaned and rolled back over, burying my face under Sam's arm. He also groaned and moved around, turning towards the obnoxiously loud alarm radio. Dean was sitting on the bed across from us tying his shoes bright eyed and bushy tailed.
"Dude. Asia?" Sam asked as he listened to the music coming out of the obnoxious radio.
"Come on. You love this song and you know it."
"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself." I mumbled, still attempting to hide under Sam.
"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Dean said as he cranked up the volume, I could feel Sam laughing beside me.
It was the heat of the moment … it rang in my head over and over again until I surrendered and finally climbed out of the bed. I got up and brushed my teeth, Dean barged in and began loudly gargling beside me. I rolled my eyes and finished as quickly as I could. I walked back out and sat on the side of the bed Indian style. I picked up the phone and sighed as I scrolled through the still empty message box. I scrolled over to his name and snap the phone shut, tossing it on the bed behind me.
"Still nothing huh?" Dean asked as he began digging through his duffle, this caused Sam to stop what he was doing and turn towards us.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I smiled as I stood.
"Its only been a week kiddo."
Yeah. A week. 7 whole days since I've seen him, heard from him, and I don't know why… but its bugging the hell out of me.
"Dean, that's not even what I was thinking about. I was checking for a message from Luke."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Don't you realize by now you can't lie to me?" He asked cockily. I shrugged him off and began lacing up my boots.
"Maybe you should call him." Sam suggested.
"Sam. I'm not calling him. Why would I call him? If you want to talk to him then you call him, cause I don't want to call him. Okay?" I rambled. Sam shot me a strange look and held up his hands in surrender, I could see the hint of laughter hidden in his expression.
"Ha. Looks like Catalina left me a little gift from the other night." Dean smiled as he pulled a black bra out of his bag."
"Hey, what size is that?" I asked.
"Uh, 36D… Hm. Yeah." Dean got that look on his face that makes me want to puke, but I was fixing to get my revenge.
"Hey De." I smiled, catching Sam's eye, he knew what was coming. "That's actually mine, musta left it in the wrong bag."
Dean's face quickly fell, then turned into one of disgust before he flung the bra at me.
"Ew! Seriously?! Keep your nasties in your own damn bag!" He yelled as Sam and I laughed, he quickly wiped his hands on his jeans. "Since when are you a D anyways?"
"Since my tits got bigger Dean, I don't know. I just am." I shrugged standing. "You ready to go?"
"He kept digging through the bag till he pulled out his gun.
"BINGO!" He smiled. "Now who's ready for some breakfast?"
We drove into town and stopped in at the first diner we came across, it was small, but nice. It smelt like good ole home cooking. The walls were wood paneling and it had a row of booths and the rest were barstools up at the front. We quickly took a booth at the open window and grabbed a menu that was stashed behind the salt and pepper shakers.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier chimed. An old man waved him off.
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." The waitress said to a man at the bar, he slid her some change and requested a coffee.
I looked around the walls and quickly noticed a sign with the specials written on it in colorful chalk. I nudged Dean.
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." I said pointing to the sign. He nodded appreciatively.
"You even know what that is?" Sam asked.
"No. But I'm fixin to find out."
"You three ready?" A sweet older waitress came by and asked. I like it when they're not young and pretty. That means Dean will actually be focused on the case.
"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Make that two and a water with lemon please." I smiled.
"Coffee and a short stack." Sam smiled.
"You got it." She said as she gathered the menus and walked away.
"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
Or seeing what Judson's hunting.
"Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?" Sam asked.
"Shut up." Dean groaned.
"Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this, all right, so this professor, Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished."
"Last known location?"
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot."
"Where the laws of physics have no meaning." I said suspiciously as I read the back of the flyer Sam handed us.
Doris the waitress quickly appears with food and drink in hand, we cleared the table as she began to set things down.
"Two coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the— " She gasped as the hot sauce falls and shatters on the floor. "Whoops. Crap! Sorry… Cleanup!"
…
We walked down the side walk, past barking dogs, looking for any sign of something weird leading up to this 'mystery spot'.
"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet." Dean sighed.
"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex—"
"Broward County Mystery Spot? Really?" I questioned. Personally I think we're wasting our time here.
"Well sometimes these places are legit." Sam defended.
"All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"
"Well—" Dean started, but he ran into a young blonde carrying a stack of papers.
"Excuse me." She said sheepishly before moving on quickly.
"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where." Sam finished for him.
"Sounds a little X-Files to me."
Sam rolled his eyes at me, and stepped in front of me.
"Look Em, I know you're trying to pretend you're not mad that Judson hasn't called or whatever, but don't take that out on the case. You're not gonna be happy doing anything right now, so if you don't want to be on my side fine, but stop fighting against me."
I stared at him and flipped him the bird before pushing past and walking forward.
I'm not mad that Judson hasn't called… or texted… or showed up mysteriously like he seems to do. I don't look at every black truck a little harder than usual, and I sure as hell don't spend at least thirty minutes a night debating on calling him my damnself.
I huffed as I walked around two movers trying to shove a desk into a too small doorway, ignoring their bickering and the sound of my brothers coming up behind me.
"I'm sory Em." Sam called out. I stopped and turned to look at him. "All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something. Please Em."
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." I caved.
We wandered back to the motel and I spent the next several hours cleaning weapons with Dean while Sam 'researched' like always.
"Hey Em." Dean said quietly as he slid me another rag.
"Hm?"
"You still sticking to the whole 'I don't like him' story or what?"
"Dean." I groaned. "What the hell do you want from me?"
"I want you to admit that you like him."
"Well I don't! So if you want me to admit that then I'll just be lying to you!"
"You know, I think he could be good for you. He's not a bad hunter, got his head squared on his shoulders right, and he doesn't get you naked every time you're with him…. Unlike another boy I know."
I sighed.
"Dean, Luke was different… he wasn't like that and you know it."
"Maybe not, but he still broke your heart. And that means I get to beat him up." Dean grinned. I laughed.
"He didn't break my heart Dean, I broke my own heart… I shouldn't have gone back. We both know that."
"Yeah maybe… still. He screwed my sister. I'm gonna cut his thing off."
"Dean!" I yelled trying not to laugh. "Leave that boy and his.. his… thing, alone!"
"I'll help." Sam chimed from across the room.
"No! You won't." I giggled. "I love you two morons but this isn't his fault… I mean a demon possessed him and I nearly killed him without even touching him. I think he had a right to ask me not to come back."
Plus the part where the same demon that possessed him almost raped me. Yeah. Lets leave that out…
"Maybe." Dean shrugged. "But he still made you cry, that qualifies him for at least a good beating."
"Fine." I snorted. Causing Dean to shoot me a classic Dean smile… I love that smile.
….
We made our way to the mystery spot around midnight or so. This place was creepier than I expected. The walls were neon green with black spirals. Things were glued and nailed upside down, there were black lights everywhere.
"Find anything?" Dean asked after a while of us moving from room to room searching. The EMF was silent, not even a beep.
"No. Sam do we have any idea what we're even looking for?"
"Uh ... yeah." Sam shrugged. I stared him down. "…No."
"What the hell are you doing here?" A voice commands our attention, we turn to find the owner with a shotgun, pointed straight at Dean.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain." Dean said with his own gun raised, as was mine and Sam's.
"You robbing me?"
"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down." I said soothingly, hoping he would focus on me instead of Dean. He did for a moment but Dean's arms moved and he immediately turned back to him.
"Don't move!" The owner yelled frantically.
"Just putting my gun down." Dean said slowly as he lowered his arms, but the owner unexpectedly fires and blood flies from Dean's chest.
"DEAN!" I screamed, dropping my gun and running to him, he fell to his knees.
"Dean! Dean no no no… no!"
"Call 911!" Sam yelled to the owner who looked shocked at his own gunfire.
"Sam! Sammy! Help!" I cried as I lifted Dean's head into my lap, unsure of where exactly the bleeding was coming from, it was all over his torso, pouring out of different holes in his shirt.
"Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no ... not like this... " Sam cried as he kneeled down next to us.
"De come on! Get up! Get up! Please!" I sobbed. "Don't go!" I shook him, he looked up to me with sorrow filling his eyes… until they went blank. He stopped breathing. Stopped moving.
"NO! Dean!"
Sam moved to wrap his arms around me as I screamed.
….
Heat of the moment
"Rise and shine kids!"
Dean's voice caused me to jump awake. I quickly realized I was cuddled under Sam's arms, he also began to stir next to me. I breathed heavily. My heart still full of that sinking feeling, like something was wrong… way wrong.
"Em you okay?" Sam asked form beside me, noticing my stance.
"Yeah. I uh… I don't know."
"Dude. Asia?" Sam asked sitting up.
"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean smiled turning it up and singing along.
I quietly made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but stopped as Dean walked over and began gargling loudly beside me. I stared at him. He spit.
"What?"
I looked down and rinsed out my mouth.
"I don't know." I mumbled.
This… this is weird. Its… I don't know. I don't understand what's happening.
"You all right?" He asked as he wiped his mouth.
"Yeah. Yeah… I think I—I had a weird dream."
"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?"
Instead of answering him I walked back out to find Sam putting on his boots. I sat down next to him and leaned my head against his shoulder, reaching for my phone.
"You okay kiddo?"
"Just a bad dream." I sighed as I scrolled through my empty message box… again.
"Maybe you should call him Em."
….
I followed my brothers carefully as we walked into the same diner as I remembered.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
The old man…. Cal buying coffee…
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean smiled as he nudged me and pointed up to the chalk board on the wall that listed the specials.
"It's Tuesday?" I asked cautiously.
"Yeah." Sam answered starting at me, watching me.
"Are you three ready?" The waitress asked.
"Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean ordered.
"Coffee and a short stack." Sam smiled, the waitress then turned to me.
"Uh, nothing for me, thanks."
"Let me know if you change your mind sweetie."
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked.
I looked at him but couldn't really find the words to answer… this. This is wrong.
"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean said.
Just like last time….
"Hey." Sam snapped his fingers in my face. I didn't even realize my jaw was hanging slightly open and that I was staring at Dean.
"You with us Em?" Dean asked noticing I was staring at him.
"What?" I said confused.
"You sure you feel okay kiddo, you wanna go lay down?"
"You two don't—you don't remember? Any of this?" I asked slowly. They exchanged that look where they talk about me right in front of me.
"Remember what?" Sam asked.
"This. Today. Like it's—like it's ... happened before?"
"You mean like déjà vu?" Dean asked.
"No, I mean like, like it's really happened before." I insisted. My breathing picking up. I could feel panic rising.
"Yeah. Like déjà vu."
"No, forget about déjà vu. I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."
"Okay, how is that not dé— "
"Dean!" I said angrily. "Don't, don't say it! Just don't even..."
"Emily I think Dean's right sweetheart… maybe we should go back, let you get some rest."
"I don't need rest I need you to focus Sam! We've been here before!"
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—oops! Crap!"
I reached out and grabbed the hot sauce as it fell. Staring at the bottle as I handed it back to the waitress.
"Thanks." She smiled, setting it down on the table and leaving.
"Nice reflexes." Dean said putting a hand on my back.
I sighed in frustration and looked around in confusion.
This… this is all wrong.
…..
We walked down the street… barking dogs.
"Em, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Sam sighed.
"Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too."
"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean mocked.
"So you don't believe me?! Either of you! C'mon Sam! You're supposed to be the smart one!"
"Hey!" Dean said in offense. I ignored him as he bumped into the same shy blonde girl. "Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe its like Sam's psychic premonitions. Maybe your abilities are acting up… you've been stressed all week about Judson and Bel-
"FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME I DON'T LIKE HIM!" I yelled. " And no. This isn't a premonition… no way, way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then—"
My throat felt like it closed at the memory of Dean dying in my arms.
"And then what?" Sam asked.
"Then I woke up." I mumbled.
We walked past the same two movers and the same ugly brown desk that wouldn't fit.
"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it— "
"Maybe what?"
"We gotta check that place out. Look, just – go with me on this, okay?" I asked.
"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean suggested.
"Wait! No! No…" I said frantically.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Uhh– Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded." I stuttered.
"My God, you're being weird today." Dean said shaking his head and walking forward.
"Em, are you sure this isn't your abilities?" Sam asked me as we began to walk behind Dean.
"No… Sam. I promise."
"Okay, well then lets go see what's what."
I leaned in and hugged him from the side as we walked, Dean a few feet ahead.
As we walked I briefly heard tires squeal before a car came out of nowhere and ran Dean over.
"Dean!" I screamed. I released Sam and ran over to Dean. The car came to a stop just ahead of us.
"DEAN! No… no no no no no no!" I cried as I sat him and laid him in my lap.
"Dean! Oh no. Dean.." Sam said.
I looked up and saw that the man climbing out of the car was the same one from the diner… the one with the keys.
"Come on! Dean." I cried as I shook him to keep him away. But he wasn't moving… he wasn't responding. I felt for a pulse and found nothing.
"No! No… not again!" I cried as I gripped onto Sam and fell against him. He held me tightly.
…..
Heat of the moment.
"Rise and shine kids!"
I flew forward, out from under Sam's arm. Breathing heavily. I stared over at Dean as he sang along to the radio and tied his shoes.
Then I stared at him again as he brushed his teeth and gargled loudly next to me…. Again.
Then again in the diner as he nudged me and pointed to the chalkboard.
"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." He smiled.
"Okay, would you listen to me, Dean? 'Cause I am flipping the fuck out!"
I spent the whole walk over here trying to convince the boys what the hell was happening.
"Are you three ready?" The waitress asked.
I looked up to her in aggravation.
"He'll take the special side of bacon, he'll take short stacks, both coffee, black, and nothing for me. Thanks."
She stared at me funny, as did the boys, but quickly walked away.
"Hey Em, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean teased.
"Quit screwing around, Dean! I'm serious!"
"Okay. Okay. We're listening. So, so – you think that you're in some kind of a what again?" Sam asked.
"Time loop." I sighed
"Like Groundhog Day?" Dean asked.
"Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day!"
"Uh-huh." Dean nodded. Sharing a look with Sam.. THE look… the 'shes lost her damn mind' look.
"So you don't believe me?" I demanded. Looking between the two of them.
"It's just a little crazy." Dean laughed. "I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—"
"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" I said staring Dean in the eyes.
"How'd you know I was going to say that?"
"Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point."
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." Doris said as the hot sauce fell. I reached out and grabbed it.
"Thanks." She smiled before leaving.
"Nice reflexes." Dean said patting me on the back.
"No. I knew it was going to happen Dean!"
"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation—" Sam sighed.
"You're just going to have to go with me on this, Sam, you just have to, you owe me that much!" I said feeling myself get worked up.
"Calm down–" Dean tried.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because—" My breath kept trying to catch in my throat.
"Whoa… deep breaths kiddo. Deep breaths. You're okay." Dean chanted in my ear as I put my face in my hands and tried to stop the panic attack.
"Em talk to us… why are you so worked up right now?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because you die, today, Dean."
Dean and Sam both shot me strange looks.
"I'm not gonna die. Not today." He tried to reassure me.
"Twice now I've watched you die, and I can't— I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe me. Please."
"Em this isn't the first time you've dreamed about Dean dying." Sam whispered.
"But this time its not a dream! Its real! The blood… the-the fear. The way my heart sinks into my gut… its not a dream. Please. You have to believe me." I begged.
"All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said pulling me to sit closer to him. Sam reached over and squeezed my hand. But I still didn't miss the worrying glances they shot each other.
….
We walked down the street…. Passed the dog. The blonde girl… the movers.
"So you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asked.
"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever."
"I don't know, it all seems a little too "X-Files" for me." Sam admitted.
"Well, I don't know how else to explain it!" I yelled.
"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean said.
"No no no no no, we can't."
"Why not?"
Because y–y–ou—"
"I what?"
I stared at him, unable to finish.
"I die there?"
"Blown away, actually." I whispered.
"Huh. Okay, let's go now." Sam suggested as I leaned against him. Dean began walking, and I heard the tires.
"DEAN NO!" I reached forward and grabbed his sleeve, yanking him backwards, the car missing him by mere inches.
"Stay out of the way!" The old man yelled.
"Wait, did he –?"
"Yesterday. Yeah." I sighed.
"And?"
"And what Dean?"
"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" He asked with a smile.
"You peed yourself." I said crossing my arms.
His face fell, then he quickly felt embarrassed.
"Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" He quickly defended. He carefully looked both ways before walking forward. I walked along side Sam.
"Hey Emily, is it just Dean who dies?"
"Yeah. So far… usually it ends with Dean dying and you holding me. Us both crying like babies."
"Do you think… do you think maybe this has something to do with his deal? Since its just him dying."
"I don't know Sammy. Whatever it is. I'm glad you can't remember it all… because its horrible."
…..
"How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?" Dean asked as we stood in the mystery spot.
"Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when."
"So you'd know if anything strange happened." I asked.
"Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot."
I'm going to strangle this sorry mother fucker.
"What exactly does that mean?" I asked in a tight voice.
"Well, uh ... it's where the laws of physics have no meaning."
"Okay, like how?" I asked angrily, restraining myself.
"Take the tour."
I opened my mouth to speak but Sam quickly put his hand over it, and Dean started to speak instead.
"The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?" Dean asked.
"Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?"
"Just answer the question!" I growled.
"The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment—"
I got tired of this and jumped in his face.
"Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?"
"Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds."
I stared at him as the walls around us began to shake. Dean quickly grabbed me and pulled me back.
"Okay, Kojak, let's get some air."
Dean pulled us back outside as we walked back towards the motel.
"Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought - it's full of crap." Dean sighed.
"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?"
"I don't know. All right, let me just – So, every day I die?"
"Yeah."
"And that's when you wake up again, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"So let's just make sure Dean doesn't die. If he makes it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."
"You think?" I asked Sam hopeful.
"It's worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."
I nodded anxiously, shaky. Sam wrapped an arm around me and Dean kissed my cheek before walking forward.
"All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" He asked as he took two steps forward… only to be crushed by that same damn desk that couldn't fit through the door. I looked up and realized the same two movers had been trying to lift it through the window…
I felt my body give way but never felt myself hit the ground.
….
Heat of the moment.
"Rise and shine kids!"
Dean's voice woke me up… that same damn song floated through my ears.
"No… no no no…" I cried against Sam. He stirred awake slowly beside me.
"Emily?" He asked as I curled into him, clutching onto the only constant solid thing I had right now. The only thing that wasn't being ripped away from me. "Sweetheart what's wrong?" He asked as he turned and curled his arms around me.
"Kiddo?" Dean asked standing and walking over to Sam and I.
I sobbed and clung to sam. I give up! I don't know what to do anymore…. I don't know what to expect. I don't know how to make it stop! I just want it to stop!
"Em sweetie calm down, its okay. You're okay." Sam whispered to me.
"She have a nightmare or something?" Dean asked.
"I don't know man… you know as much as I do."
After I calmed down I forced the boys to sit and listen as I told them EVERYTHING…. All about the last 3 Tuesdays and Dean dying, and the time loop, and the diner, and the dog, and the blonde, and the movers, and the desk, and the mystery spot….
"Okay. I still think you're nuts, but ... whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said sliding me a cup of hot tea to calm my nerves.
"Thanks." I whispered.
"So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?" Sam asked.
"Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure."
"What do we do?" Dean asked.
"Well, we keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of."
"Shouldn't be too hard." He shrugged.
"Yeah, right. Dean, I've watched you die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it."
"Well, nothing's set in stone. You said we go to breakfast every day?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon." I shuddered.
"Okay, so. We skip breakfast. We stay in the room, order take out only… don't let Dean out of our sight. We can do this Em. I promise. We'll figure it out."
"Okay." I nodded.
"So is it the entire world is in a time loop or just us? I mean have you tried contacting anyone outside of town?"
"Uh. No. Actually I haven't."
"Well… now would be a good time."
Sam handed me the phone. I sighed as I stepped outside of the room and took a deep breath. I dialed the first number that came to mind. Judson.
It rang… and rang… and eventually it went to voicemail.
"Hey, uh. Its Em. I uh… I could really use your help." My voice began to crack. "Judson… please. I'm gonna lose him. He just. Keeps dying… and its Tuesday again and again and again… I know I'm not making any sense here but please. Trust me. I need your help."
I closed the phone and took a deep breath. I wiped my eyes and opened the motel door, I looked over to see Dean sitting on the end of the bed relaxing.
"So?"
"No answer."
"Well I guess this is where we get comfortable." Dean sighed as he laid back."
I turned to shut the door, when I did, I heard a funny noise. I looked around, and out of nowhere the ceiling fan fell out of the ceiling landing on Dean's head.
I screamed.
…...
(An uncounted number of Tuesday's later.)
Heat of the moment.
"Rise and shine kids!"
I continued the morning as usual. Spending the first hour of the day explaining the time loop… we've tried staying at the motel several times… Dean dies anyways. So we decide to go out for breakfast like usual.
"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." Sam said as Dean and He ate their breakfast. I keep trying to stay calm. To not panic. To try and find something that's off in this picture, that could be my only key to stopping all this.
"What is he?" I asked.
"I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog. He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites—he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here."
"He turned the laptop towards Dean and I, showing his blog and his picture.
"Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior? More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me." Dean said.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam sighed.
"Alright, lets finish up here." I suggested. Sam puts away his laptop and Dean begins to laugh.
"What?" I asked him.
"I just, it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts."
Holy. Fuck.
"You're right, that is just desserts." I mumbled aloud agreeing with him. I looked around the room, not ready to follow Dean and Sam just yet…. looking for any sign of him. My eyes fell on the plate of pancakes the man at the bar eats every day… every day with maple syrup.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" I asked pointing to the pink syrup on the plate.
"It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean asked.
"Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me."
Gotcha bitch.
….
Heat of the moment.
I sat up in the bed and smiled.
I rushed the boys to get ready and go to the diner for breakfast, not wasting anytime on telling them about the time loop. Not today… no. Because I have you now you son of a bitch.
I grabbed the stake out of my bag and slid it into the cut on in inside of my green khaki jacket. I was silent as the boys walked and discussed the case. Looking around for any sign of him.
As we entered the diner I stared at the back of the man who has pancakes every day at the bar. He's wearing a light colored suit and an ugly tie. Coffee with about a dozen ripped open sugar packets… should have known. Dammit. I could have spared myself all this torture. All this pain.
I'm gonna slaughter this bastard.
The boys sat down and ordered, I carefully watched the man eat.
"Man. This case is little leagues. We should be looking for Bela." Dean whined
"Sure, do you have any idea where she might be?" Sam asked.
"Both of you shut up and eat your breakfast." I said flatly. The man at the bar got up to leave and I quickly looked away from him, waiting for him to exit the diner, when he did I followed, my and in my jacket.
"Em? What are you doing?"
I ignored my brothers and charged out the door, following the man, waiting for him to round a corner somewhere.
When my opportunity arose I slammed him against a fence and held the stake to his throat.
"Hey!" He yelled.
"I know who you are. Or should I say, what." I growled at him.
"Oh my god, please don't kill me." The man begged.
"Uh, Em?" Dean's voice called from behind me.
"Emily calm down." Sam reasoned.
"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it." I told the man."
"What?"
"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?"
"Yeah, sure, okay." He said looking nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!"
"Emily, maybe you should—"
"No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster."
"Listen, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space—"
"Don't lie to me!" I yelled. "I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"
"Actually sweetheart… you didn't."
The man morphed into the trickster from the college.
Sam and Dean looked shocked, finally realizing I wasn't crazy.
"You?" I asked… "Why are you doing this?"
"You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this? Even you darling."
"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asked.
"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one. Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."
"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again? Making me watch… making Sam think I was going crazy."
"One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Emily. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?"
"You son of a bitch." I said feeling a tear roll down my face at the thought of this day NEVER ending.
"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what."
"Shut the fuck up!... I kill you. And this all ends."
"Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear."
"You're lying."
"Not to you my favorite Winchester… see I only picked on you because of that sting of rejection. You used to like me ya know? Before you realized that I was a trickster. I didn't forget about the flirting. Did you? Now. IF I'm lying. You'll know where to find me… having pancakes at the diner."
I looked back and forth between my brothers and the trickster… debating. I'd do anything to let Dean live… even if it meant letting him go. But- what if he's lying. What if it never stops.
I can't do this anymore!
"No. I can't do it anymore! I can't watch him die again. You- you could be lying… I have to kill you."
I lifted the stake, but the trickster moved unexpectedly and mid swing shoved me to the side, I stumbled, but not before the stake landed into something…. Someone.
"Dean!" I yelled as I released the stake that was now shoved into his heart.
"NO!" I cried falling to my knees. Sam caught Dean as he fell backwards.
"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have you killing me." The trickster said dusting off his hands.
"NO! You bastard! You fix this! BRING HIM BACK!" I said shoving him repeatedly.
"Who, Dean? I'll have my girl send you flowers. Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak."
"NO!" I screamed. "Please… please. Just take us back to another Tuesday… please. I swear we won't hunt you!"
"You swear?" He asked suspiciously.
"Yes! We swear." I looked over to Sam who nodded in agreeance as he held Dean's body, crying.
"I don't know. Even if I could—"
"You can!"
"True. But that don't mean I should. Emily, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that pretty little head of yours."
"Lesson? What lesson?" I asked frantically.
"This obsession to save Dean? The way you Winchester's keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Your brothers are your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Emily. Sometimes you just gotta let people go."
"He's our brother… please. I'm begging you." I cried.
"Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him. Maybe I should let you test drive it for a while."
"No! Please… please don't do this to me, to Sam. I'll do anything!"
"Oh Emily… I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall. Okay, look. This all stopped being fun weeks ago. We just talked about this mess of saving each other over and over again."
"Look! Stop fucking around! Either you're gonna do this or you aren't. So please… are you going to help us?!"
He shook his head and then raised his hand, snapping his fingers.
….
Promise me I'll be back in time.
I sat up, realizing I was again laying in bed next to Sam. Dean across the room putting on his shirt.
"No Asia?" I mumbled.
"I know, this station sucks." Dean groaned walking over and turning it off. I looked down at the clock.
"Its Wednesday?!"
"Uh… yeah?" Dean shot me a funny look. I jumped out of the bed and ran, tackling him in a hug.
"Whoa kiddo! How many Tuesdays did you have?"
"Enough. Come on, pack up. We're leaving town, now. Sammy! We gotta go." I said as I shook him awake.
"Dean, you don't leave my side…. Not till we're a hundred miles from here. Got it?"
"Fine. Yeah. Got it.
We packed up and spent all day getting as far away from this town as we could… I never want to come back. I spent the first hour of the trip telling Dean and Sam the story of the last several Tuesdays… they remembered none of it. Not even running into the trickster.
Once the sun set and we were a solid 10 hours away I agreed to stop at a motel and order a pizza for dinner. I told Dean he had to stay awake and alive until midnight… no sleeping. No hunting… no guns or knives or anything that could kill him. He protested at first but after seeing how upset I was, he caved. For that I was thankful. We ate our pizza in peace and I curled up next to him on one of the beds as we watched whatever movie was on TV. I clung to dean like a monkey all day long… refusing to let him out of my sight for more than minute, Sam too… I couldn't risk losing him either.
A knock at the door caught all of our attention. Sam stood and held his gun in his hand, he walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole, relaxing immediately and setting down his gun.
"I think this one's for you Em."