"Thank God you're home, honey. Can you grab this for me?"
Piper was standing in a clean kitchen, definitely not Bobby's, in a bright yellow sundress. Her feet were bare, her violet hair braided over her shoulder, longer than it had been since he'd last seen it. Her pink lips were curved into a loving smile, her eyes sparkling.
Those weren't the things Dean noticed. What he noticed was the bump on her stomach. It wasn't big yet, but he had kissed, nipped, and licked his way down her stomach enough times to know that it wasn't there before.
Piper was pregnant. With his child. And, he noticed calmly, there was a ring on her left ring finger.
He felt his lips stretch into a smile. "Sure, kitten." He walked to her and picked up the pot of pasta she was gesturing to, moving to the strainer in the sink.
She came to stand behind him, her hand on his back. "We only have a couple of hours until the kids come home," she said, glowing up at him.
"They at Jen's?"
She nodded. "Another playdate."
Dean started to smile when the world started to shake. Piper was blipping in and out of existence, her smile never changing. "They'll be home… So we only have… Are you okay, baby?"
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Dean shook himself awake, sweating, trying not to disturb Piper, who had rolled away from him in her sleep. "Shit," he muttered softly, swinging himself around to place his feet on the floor. He leaned over and put his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs. "Shit."
It had been two weeks since they had saved Bobby from that crazy kid with the dream powers. Piper had insisted they stay home for a few days to make sure Bobby was okay. The older man grouched and grumbled, but Dean suspected he was enjoying the way Piper was waiting on him hand and foot.
The dream he had just had was the one Sam had seen. They hadn't talked about it, because Dean refused to think about what it meant. He liked Piper a lot, they were good together in bed, and that was it. It had to be it. He was going to hell.
She had completely healed, only a violent pink scar left as a reminder. The rapid healing concerned everyone a little, but there were bigger problems. They were still fighting to cure Dean. Sam was getting frustrated, but Piper was serene, certain they would find something. He didn't know if he was grateful or irritated for that.
He was starting to get terrified. He was going to hell. What he had told Piper was true, he didn't regret the decision he had made, but it didn't mean he wasn't scared.
He heard Piper shifting in bed, turning to support herself on her elbow. "Dean? What's wrong?"
He didn't move. "Nothing, Piper, go back to sleep."
He closed his eyes when she ignored him, moving until her legs were resting outside of his. She wrapped her arms around his stomach, leaning her head against his shoulder blade. "No good, Winchester, try again."
He sighed. "It's nothing, Pipes. I'm fine."
"Mhm," she murmured, unbelieving.
"I…" He swallowed hard. "I can't, kitten, I can't talk about it."
She nodded. "Okay, then come to bed and show me."
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Piper woke up sore. Dean was sleeping on his side, turned away from her. The scores in his back from her nails made her blush. She looked down, observing the peppering of bite marks, hickeys, and light, finger-shaped bruises up and down her body. Their sex had become desperate and fierce, they clung to one another. It was amazing, but it made her sad. He was scared, and he wouldn't tell her.
A gentle knock on the door. She wrapped herself in the blankets up to her neck, made sure Dean was covered, then called softly, "Come on in, Sam."
He came in and pulled a face. "Ew, Pipe, what the hell?"
She rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Sam?"
He was blushing, much to her amusement, and looking at the ceiling. "We have a case."
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Piper cracked an eye open and glared at Dean. "Seriously?"
Sam was sitting up, also glaring at Dean. "Dude. Asia?"
Dean was sitting on the bed he and Piper had shared, tying his shoes. He looked annoyingly awake. "Come on, you love this song and you know it."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself."
Dean reached over and turned it up, starting to bop his head along with the music. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you."
Piper turned and pushed him off of the bed. "I swear to God, Winchester, justifiable homicide."
Sam laughed.
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They walked into a cute little diner. Piper smiled at the cashier, who was smiling and giving an older gentleman change.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
They found a booth and slid in, Piper and Dean sitting across the table from Sam. Piper watched the people around them curiously.
The waitress was talking to a man who was dressed in rather tattered clothes. "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."
The man passed her some change from his pocket. "Some coffee."
Piper was considering paying for his breakfast (with Dean's money, he needed good karma) when Dean nudged and pointed at the poster up on the wall. "Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
Sam scoffed. "You even know what that is?"
The waitress came up to the table, smiling. "Everyone ready?
Dean grinned. "Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
"Make it two coffees and a short stack." Sam said, smiling.
"Copy his for me, too, please." Piper asked, pointing at Sam.
The waitress smiled. "You got it."
As she walked away, Dean leaned forward. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."
Piper rolled her eyes. "Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?"
Dean nudged her. "Shut up, Pipes." She nudged him back.
Sam watched this with a smile. "Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." He pulled out a newspaper. The front clipping read in capital letters, MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA.
"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam said.
Piper took the newspaper from him. "Do we know his last known location?"
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." He handed Piper the flyer.
The front had a huge question mark, and the back had several equations. She frowned. "These make no sense."
Dean had put his arm around her shoulders and was reading over her shoulder. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning."
Doris had arrived with their coffee and a bottle of hot sauce on her tray. She smiled at Dean and Piper. "You two are adorable." Dean grinned and kissed the side of Piper's head.
Doris smiled and started handing out coffee. "Three coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the-" The bottle fell off of the tray and shattered on the floor.
"Whoops! Crap, I'm sorry." She turned back. "Cleanup!"
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They were walking away from the diner. Piper cooed at a dog as they passed it while Dean and Sam discussed the case.
"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."
"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-"
Piper scoffed. "Broward County Mystery Spot?"
Sam shrugged down at her. "Well sometimes these places are legit."
It was Dean's turn to scoff. "All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?"
"Well-" Sam was interrupted when Dean collided with a blonde woman walked down the street.
He turned to check her out. Piper smacked him on the back of the head, irritated. "Tongue in head, Winchester."
He looked back and grinned at her. "Aw, come on, Pipes-"
"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually," Sam interrupted loudly. "They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where."
Piper shot him a grateful look. "Sounds a little X-Files to me."
They were passing two movers, who were trying to get a piano through the door.
"Told you it wouldn't fit."
"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"
Sam ignored them. "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."
Dean waved his hand. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
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That night, they were in the Mystery Spot, and Piper was irritated. "This place is a hoax."
Dean shined his light at a table, lamp, and ashtray glued upside down to the ceiling. "Uncanny."
He turned to Sam. "Find anything?"
The EMF meter in Sam's hand was silent. "Nope."
"Do we even know what we're looking for?" Piper asked as she examined the ridiculous room.
"Uh, sure." She cocked an eyebrow at Sam. "No."
"What the hell are you doing here?" a voice cried out.
They swung around, Dean and Piper drawing their guns. Piper's blood ran cold when she saw the owner of the Mystery Spot had a shotgun aimed at Dean. She put her gun down.
Dean had done the same. "Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. We can explain."
"You robbing me?"
Sam held his hands up. "Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down."
"Don't move!" The gun wavered in the man's hands.
Dean paused. "Just putting my gun down, man."
A shot rang out. Piper saw red as Dean fell.
Sam started calling out. "Dean! Dean!"
No. No. No! It wasn't supposed to happen like this, they had a few months left, he wasn't supposed to be dead yet. Piper couldn't draw in air. No. He was not dead, he was hers, and God dammit, it wasn't supposed to happen like this!
Piper raised her gun and shot the owner in the chest twice without blinking.
She turned and dropped to her knees next to Sam, who was looking at her wildly. She already had her phone out, dialing 911.
Sam turned back and held Dean's face in his hands. "Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no, not like this."
Dean looked at Sam, then he flicked his eyes to Piper. She felt something in her die as he went still.
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Telling you what your heart is
A car slammed into Dean, the old man from before behind the wheel. Piper ran to him, pulling him into her lap in the middle of the road. "Dean, come on, baby, look at me."
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The piano fell on him, flattening him. Piper felt the love of her life's blood splatter onto her face.
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"See, if you guys and me decide I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die." Dean said cheerfully, taking a bite of the sausage the waitress had dropped off.
Piper was barely surprised when he started to choke.
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Slipped in the shower. Blood everywhere.
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"Hey, do these tacos taste funny to you?"
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Electric razor.
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Sam had the owner tied to a chair, and Piper had her gun trained on him, considering shooting him on principle. Death didn't seem to stick in whatever weirdo universe they were stuck in, anyway, so it's not like he would actually die.
Sam was chopping down the walls of the Mystery Spot. Dean tried to calm him down, and they fought over the ax. Blood splattered onto her face again as the ax hit Dean in the face.
Piper considered shooting Sam on principle.
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Telling you what your heart is
They walked into the diner again, Piper glaring around the room. She was beyond angry, and she knew Sam was, too. What the hell was happening to them?
There was a knot in her stomach. Watching Dean die over and over and over had had a profound effect on her. Namely, she was livid. Whatever was happening, she was going to hunt down whoever was responsible and kill it. Violently.
"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah."
Sam bumped the old man as they passed him.
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules."
"Coffee."
Dean pointed cheerfully at the poster on the wall. Piper could have strangled him. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."
Sam put a set of keys on the table, then leaned forward and put his head in his hands.
Dean stared at the keys. "What are those?"
"The old man's," Piper answered, leaning over to take Sam's hands in hers. "Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel."
Dean looked at the two of them. "What is this?"
Doris walked up to the table. "You three ready?"
Dean was still eyeing Sam and Piper. "Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."
Piper looked at the waitress coldly. "Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot," she snapped.
Doris looked shocked. "How'd you know that?"
Sam raised his head. "Lucky guess."
Dean looked at them. "Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?"
"Time loop," Sam muttered.
"Like Groundhog Day," Piper added.
Sam put his head in his hand again, the other hand still holding Piper's. "Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it."
She frowned. "Yes there is, Sam. We just have to find it."
"Jeeze, you two are grumpy."
Sam glared at his older brother. "Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, I'm a little grumpy."
"Hot sauce," Piper sighed, leaning back against the back of the booth.
Dean looked at her. "What?"
Doris arrived to serve coffee. When the hot sauce fell, Sam caught it and slid it across the table.
Doris was spooked. "Thanks."
Dean grinned at Sam. "Nice reflexes."
Sam rolled his eyes and shared a look with Piper. "I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen.'
Piper rolled her eyes. She had, quite literally, heard this speech fifty times.
"You don't know everything."
"Yeah, I do."
They leaned forward and started speaking in unison. "Yeah, right. Nice guess."
Sam leaned back. "Yeah. I do."
In unison again, "Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam."
They leaned towards each other. "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he-"
Dean threw up his hands and sat back. "Okay, enough!"
Piper closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "That's not all. Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit. Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."
"What's your point?"
Sam glared. "Our point is we've lived through every possible Tuesday. We've watched you die every possible way. We have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything either of us know to save your life, and we can't. No matter what we do, you die."
"And then we wake up," Piper lifted her head to meet Dean's eyes. "And it's Tuesday again."
Dean was mauled by the dog on the way out. Piper shot it.
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Piper woke up in a bedroom done in white. She looked around, and realizing she wasn't in the clothes she had been wearing, got angry. Someone had put her in a silk nightgown.
"Hello?" she called out, swinging her legs to get out of the bed.
"Hi, princess." A man entered whom she had never seen before. He had laughing brown eyes that seemed vaguely familiar.
"Do I know you?"
He shook his head. "No, but I know you. Dean Winchester's lover."
She glared. "My name is Piper, jackass."
He chuckled and tossed himself on the bed next to her. "I know, Piper." He sobered. "Listen, this won't make sense to you, but I wouldn't have put you through all of this if I had known you were with them."
Her eyes narrowed. "Put me through all of what?"
He shrugged. "Dean dying."
"That was you." If she moved quickly, she could wrap her hands around his neck.
He held his hands up in surrender. "Yes, but there was a point." He sighed and looked away.
"Dean is going to die, princess, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Excuse me?" She asked softly.
"Dean is-"
"You think I don't know that? You think I haven't been over and over and over the same stupid spells because there's nothing else? You think I don't know that I can't save him?" she shouted, furious. "And who the hell do you think you are, trying to-"
He stood. "Look, Princess, I'm sorry. I'm going to spare you the bad one. Believe it or not, I like you, and I want you to be all right." There was a sadness dampening the joy in his eyes. "But you won't be."
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Promise me I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Piper opened her eyes to see Sam sitting up in bed.
Dean leaned out of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. "What, you two gonna sleep all day?"
Sam looked over at her. "Piper!" he shouted, launching himself at her. "Jesus, what happened to you?"
Piper clung to him for a second. "I don't know, the guy had me somewhere else." She leaned back to look at him. "Was that the trickster? What did he do to you?"
The look in Sam's eyes would haunt Piper for a long time. "Six months… Six months without him." She leaned in and hugged him harder.
She looked over his shoulder at the clock. "It's Wednesday."
Dean walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off." He eyed the two of them as Piper turned turn the radio off.
Sam stood and pulled Dean into a hug. Dean hugged him back, chuckling. "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"
"Enough. What, uh, what do you remember?"
Dean shrugged. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it."
Sam nodded. "Let's go."
Dean looked crestfallen. "No breakfast?"
Piper and Sam turned around and in unison, "No breakfast."
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A/N: Hi, everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural, or the characters (heartbroken).
Reviews and comments give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.
**One of my favorite chapters to write. Hope you liked it!
