XxXxX Chapter Three XxXxX

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"Ok, wait just a damn minute. Did you just say that you think we're going to need her help to save me?" Dean asked, jabbing his thumb in Tru's direction. He shared an incredulous look between his brother and the two people standing away from them before holding up his hands. "So, does anybody feel up to telling me why?"

Tru let out a deep sigh as she looked down at her still wet shirt. "Look, there's something going on here that seems to be against the grain for all of us, at least that's the feeling I'm getting," she explained. "Before we all go off half-cocked, we need to clear some things up, but I'm not about to do that with my lace peaking through my shirt, so just give me one moment, ok?" She turned from them and walked towards the locker rooms before turning back. "Davis, I'm supposed to meet Harry this morning at the café. Can you please give him a call and tell him that I'm having one of those day?"

"Uh, yeah, sure Tru," Davis called back to her retreating form.

"Wow, she's a bit of a spitfire," Dean laughed at his brother, backhandedly slapping him on the chest. He turned to Davis, his smile fading at the serious look on his face. "That is, in a completely respectable way," he said, clearing his throat.

Davis looked between the two brothers, his face unreadable as he let out a deep sigh. "I have to go to my office for a moment. Don't touch anything, ok?" He waited as both brother's sheepishly nodded at him before turning and walking to his office, closing his door behind him.

Dean watched as Davis shut his door before turning back to his brother. "Alright, Lucy. Start explaining," he said, divulging his full attention.

"Dean, I can't even begin to figure out where to start," Sam began, collapsing on the couch Tru had been sitting on. "I mean, I'm not even sure what's going on."

"Don't give me that, Sam. You wouldn't have dragged me here on my last day if you didn't have some clue about what's going on," Dean informed him. "Something has you freaked."

"Yeah, Dean, you're right, I am freaked out right now," Sam told him, sitting up and leaning on his knees.

"Ok, and you're freaked because…" Dean began, motioning for his brother to fill in the blanks.

Sam dropped his head, shaking it back and forth before looking back up. "Dean…last night…" Sam's voice caught as he choked on his last word.

"Last night, what?" Dean asked, standing in front of him.

Sam looked up at his brother, his eyes so sincere as they bore into Dean that his brother let out an involuntary shiver. "You died."

Dean stared down at his brother, his eyes wide as a number of emotions played across his face. "Hang on, I died?"

"Yeah, Dean. Last night, the hellhounds did their job, only…" Sam informed him, exhaustion and grief flooding his voice.

"No, that's not possible," Dean interrupted him. "Sammy, I'm supposed to die tonight. It's in the deal," he choked out.

"I know that Dean. Do you wanna know how I know that?" Sam asked, his eyes wide.

"Um, because I'm here in front you? Alive?" Dean shrugged his shoulders, trying not to sound too condescending.

"Actually, no. I know, because last night was tonight," he explained, let out a deep breath at Dean's confused look. He stood, up crouching slightly so that he was eye level with his brother. "Look, this day has already happened, ok? I got to watch as hellhounds ripped you apart," Sam explained. "And I came to this morgue to get your body, but before I could, I'm waking up and the only thing I could think to do was go to the only other person that was there when the day rewound."

"The day rewound?" Dean asked, trying to take everything in. "That's what you're telling me?"

"Yes, it rewound, while Tru and I were standing above you," Sam finished, collapsing back onto the couch.

"She was there with you?" Dean motioned to the doors she had gone through. He rolled his eyes as Sam nodded his head. "Dude, this doesn't sound just a bit familiar to you?"

Sam looked up at his brother, his face scrunched in scrutiny before shrugging. "No, should it?"

"That girl, Tru," Dean began, pointing to where she had walked away. "Is she the Trickster?"

"The Trickster?"

"Yes, Sammy, the Trickster. The bastard that made you watch me die over a hundred times just to teach you some kind of sick lesson," Dean explained to him. He sat down next to his brother, his face softening as he leaned his elbows on his knees. "Look, man, I know you told me that you promised it that we wouldn't come after it, but it's still a Trickster. It's only purpose is to trick."

Sam leaned back fully into the couch, a distracted hand running through his hair as he thought about it. He sat back up, shaking his head. "I don't think this is the same thing, Dean. Tru looked just as freaked out about you asking for help than I probably did."

"Well, maybe that's because…" Dean began. He stopped and looked over at his brother, scrunching his eyes. "Wait, did you just say that I asked for help? How the hell could I do that if I was dead?"

"Like I said before, Dean. I'm not sure what's going on. But, I am sure that Tru was there, and she was freaked about it." Sam told him.

"I was freaked because nobody's ever rewound with me," Tru said, causing both of them to jump. She shot them an amused smile as they stood up from the couch, both of their eyes wide.

"Ok, I can't remember the last time someone snuck up on one of us, let alone both of us at the same time." Dean said to her, as Sam nodded his head in agreement.

"I didn't really sneak. I think you two were just too into your conversation to notice me," she told them. She walked into the room a little further, snapping her fingers as the silence settled over them. "Um, so, I'm dry now," she said, trying to open up the conversation.

Dean smiled wide as he opened his mouth to quip her statement. "Don't even think about," Sam hissed, causing Dean to snap his mouth shut. Tru's smile grew as she joined them further in the room at the same time that Davis came out of his office.

"Oh, you're changed," he observed.

"Yeah, did you call Harry?" Tru asked.

"That your boyfriend?" Dean spoke up, a lazy grin on his face. Tru looked away from Davis, raising her eyebrow at him.

"He's her brother," Davis answered for her. "And he's wondering which one sticks out for today. Jules Promise or Rowdy Roddy Sniper," Davis read from a scrap of paper, his face scrunched in confusion.

"Oh geez. What did you tell him?" Tru asked.

"Nothing, only that I'd give you the message so you could get back to him as soon as possible," Davis defended himself.

"Davis, those are horse names," Tru told him, rubbing at her temples. "I can't believe he'd try to coerce you into getting the winning ponies for today."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Dean smiled. He shrugged as the attention of all three people in the room shifted to him. "What? It's gotta beat a jinxed rabbit's foot."

"Yeah, if you'll just excuse my brother," Sam began shooting his brother a better behave look, "maybe we can get some things cleared on both of our ends."

"Dude, now you're just setting me up," Dean laughed, his smile fading at the look his brother was giving him. "Yeah, so, what's the story?" He asked, his face missing any previous humor.

"Wait, what about you two?" Tru asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

"What about us two?" Sam asked.

"Your story?" She inquired.

"What makes you think we have a story?" Sam asked.

"Same reason why you both know that I do. Something weird happened to our normal, and I use that term loosely, routine," she informed them. "Look, I don't mind going first, but this is going to be an even trade off, ok?"

Sam nodded his head as Dean just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, even trade off," he murmured.

"Tru, are you sure about this?" Davis asked.

"No, I'm not, but we both rewound for a reason," Tru said, giving a small smile to Sam and Dean. "I think we might as well try and figure out what that reason is before we get down to the nitty gritty."

"The nitty gritty being saving me?" Dean asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs near the couch where Sam had sat down.

"That's right," Tru said, sitting down on the couch while Davis stood. "So, ready for the crazy?"

"Just as long as you are, sweetheart," Dean told her just as the double doors they had come in earlier slammed open. "Tru, what the hell? You can't call your own brother back?" Harrison yelled into the morgue, walking quickly to the makeshift lounge area. He walked past Sam and Dean, smiling as his sister rolled her eyes. "What up, Davis? How's business?"

Davis narrowed his eyes as he motioned with his head to the area behind Harrison. He looked over his shoulder, following Davis's gaze. "Oh holy shit," he yelled, jumping at the two men behind him. "Since when do you have live people in here?"

"Harry, didn't Davis tell you that I was unavailable today?" Tru asked, completely ignoring his question.

"Actually, no he didn't. All he told me was that you were having 'one of those days,'" Harrison said, making quotations with his hands. "Which means that you could probably use the help of your wonderful baby brother. I'm not even asking for gratitude, I'm just doing this out of the goodness of my heart." He held his hand at the center of his chest for extra emphasis.

"And knowing which one out of Rowdy Roddy Sniper or Jules Promise wins the race wouldn't make up for your help, would it?" Tru enquired, a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, gee Tru. If you want to give me that information, that's up to you. I'll just…" he stopped as the chorus to D'yer Maker belted from his pocket. He rolled his eyes as he fished out his cell, checked the monitor screen and then rejected the call. "What the hell is Meredith calling me for?" Harrison asked.

"HARRY?!" Tru yelled, jumping up from her seat. "Maybe because she's in rehab and you're supposed to answer when she calls," she yelled over her shoulder as she made her way to Davis's office.

"Dude, that was Led Zeppelin," Dean pointed out as soon as Tru left the room.

Harrison turned back around, a smile on his face. "Yeah, is there any other band?" Harrison asked. "I mean, other than AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult, Rush, Metallica…" Harrison counted out on his hand.

"Man, it's about damn time. Usually, I'm stuck in the car with Mr. Current Rock over here," Dean explained, jabbing his thumb in Sam's direction. "I mean, don't get me wrong, there are a few songs that are ok, like this one about a crazy bitch that…"

"Uh, Dean!" Sam cleared his throat, his eyes going wide.

"What?" Dean yelled back, rolling his eyes as Harrison sat down where Tru had been. He looked over at their newcomer studying him slightly. "So, you're Tru's brother?"

"That'd be correct," Harrison explained. "You guys know Tru?"

"Sorta," Sam answered. "We actually just met her."

"Um, I'm Dean Winchester and this guarded guy is my little brother, Sam," Dean introduced.

"Winchester, huh? Like the gun brand? That's fricken awesome," he said in a rush. "Harrison Davis," he introduced, leaning forward to shake Dean's hand. He leaned back in his seat after shaking hands and looked back and forth between the two. "So, no disrespect, but if you two are here at the morgue in the morning. And Tru has mornings off. And she's having 'one of those days,'" he said, quoting with his fingers again. "Then, I'm assuming that one of you is slated for a pine box."

"Harrison?!" Davis exclaimed.

"How do you know about that?" Dean asked, ignoring Davis as he leaned forward in his seat.

"He knows about it because he knows what I do," Tru said in a rush as she came back from the office and sat down next to her brother. "Meredith says to let you know that you're a big jerk," she said to her brother.

"Good, brand new information. And from Meredith," Harrison said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Right, well, since we've already wasted enough of this day, we need to get started. I should tell you two that this was all told to me by Jack," she explained.

"Who's Jack," Sam asked.

"He's like her Lex Luthor," Davis explained.

"Ah," Dean said, leaning back in his seat. "He means her arch-enemy," he explained to his brother, earning him a look of annoyance.

Tru smiled over at them before drawing their attention back to her. "Ok, basically, there are two great Powers in the universe concerned with humanity's fate; one that laid out the original plan that history has been following since the beginning of time, and one that wants to change that plan. There isn't exactly a clear reason why it wants the plans changed, but that's its goal. The first power is more strict in its view of humanity, whereas the second is more concerned with individual freedom and choice." Tru stopped for a moment to let them sink in what she was saying.

"Whenever someone dies who may be important to the overall scheme of things or would move along the second power's purpose, an agent of that power approaches the person and offers them a choice…they can either move on, or return and have a shot at resuming their old life. If they want a second chance, all they have to do is ask for help, and they go back a day, with an agent of the second power, who is aware of the rewind and has a clear view of saving them from their previous death." She told them.

"Yeah, I officially have a headache," Dean said, nodding his head.

"So, when Dean asked for help…" Sam began, ignoring his brother.

"He was given the choice to come back, to serve the purpose of the second power. And, he took it." Tru explained to him. "The only difference is that nobody has ever reacted to a corpse asking for help except for me. Nobody has ever rewound with me."

"Wait, what if I hadn't asked for help?" Dean asked, starting to buy into what she was explaining to them.

"Well, you obviously did, or we wouldn't be here. But, if you hadn't asked for help, even if I wanted to, I couldn't save you. Trust me," Tru said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She looked down at her knees, her breathing becoming slightly labored as her brother wrapped a comforting arm around her.

"Tru saved someone that didn't ask for help. Her boyfriend, Jensen," Davis explained. "When his body was brought into the morgue, she waited all day for him to ask for help, and when he didn't, she found another body that would bring her back, so she could save them both."

"What's so wrong with that?" Dean asked. "You saved two people.

"I saved someone that had been given a second chance and took it, and Jensen who was either never given the chance or decided to move on. When I saved him, his personality changed, he became violent and…" her voice broke. "He was basically losing his soul, that while it moved on, I had only saved the vessel, his body, and…he had to be stopped. It's probably the only time Jack ever helped me."

"And this Jack guy," Sam began. "Him being your arch-enemy and all, does he work for the first power?"

"Yes, it's his belief that these people shouldn't be saved. That they died for a reason and it's our responsibility to honor fate."

"He's a dick," Harrison summed it up for them.

"That aside," Tru breathed. "You basically know as much about what I do as me."

"Well," Dean began, looking over at his brother. "Since you didn't hold back on the crazy, I'm thinking it's our turn. The easiest way to sum up us would be that we hunt demons." Dean explained only to be met with blank expressions. "We're hunters of the things that go bump in the night."

Tru looked over at Davis, trying to gauge his reaction only to find him doing the same to her. "Right, well, there's nothing else to that story?"

"Our mother was killed by a demon when I was a baby," Sam explained to her. "Right over my crib. Our father found her pinned to the ceiling with a deep gash across her midsection. When he tried to get her down, she burst into flames. After that, he began trying to track down what killed her, and along the way hunted things that were unexplainable, that were hurting or killing people. When we were old enough, he trained us to hunt also, which is how we spent our lives, until I left for college."

"A little while after Joe College left, our father went missing during a hunt. I went to Sammy for some help and he left his girlfriend for the weekend to come and help me. After we were done, I dropped him off at his house where he discovered that the same demon that had killed our mom had killed his girlfriend," Dean told them. "So, Sam left with me, we kicked demon ass all across this country, until one night about a year ago when Sam was taken while I was less than twenty feet away from him."

"Taken? Taken where?" Tru asked.

"That's not important," Dean explained. "What is important is that when I finally found Sam and was walking towards him, he was stabbed in the back, severing his spinal chord. He died, and in my grief, I summoned the crossroads demon."

"Wait, that's real?" Harrison asked, interest flooding his voice.

"What's real?" Tru asked him.

"Come on college girl, Robert Johnson?" Harrison asked, only to be met with a blank stare and a shrug. "He was this blues musician that made a deal with a crossroads demon for his talent. The legend goes that the demon gave him his talent and ten more years to enjoy it in exchange for his soul."

"Very good," Dean mused. "That's the same demon."

"Oh my god!" Tru exclaimed. "You actually sold your soul?"

"Obviously, since Sam's sitting right here next to me," Dean explained. "Problem is, that bitch only gave me one year instead of the normal ten. And I made that deal on May 2, 2007."

"One year ago, today," Tru murmured.

"Bingo," he said, shooting at her with his finger.

"I still don't understand why you were given a second chance when you willingly made this deal. How does that qualify you?" Tru asked herself, standing up and pacing away from them.

"Hey, I'm still here," Dean shouted, pointing at himself.

"Look, since we still have an entire day to figure this out, let's head down to the café and grab some breakfast while we discuss this further," Harrison supplied, standing up and stretching.

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Dean said, standing with him. "I'm starving.

"Sure, yeah, sounds good," Tru said, nodding with Sam. "Davis do you…"

"I have to stay here for now, but anything you guys decide on, just let me know," he told her.

"Sure thing, Davis. Thanks for your help this morning," Tru told him. "I'm gonna go grab my coat and purse, but I'll meet you three down at the diner, ok?" She smiled as they nodded their heads and walked out of the morgue together. "Can you believe how bizarro this is turning out to be?" Tru asked, a bit of exhaustion creeping into her voice.

"I know, but this all happened for specific reason, so we have to treat this like we would any other rewind," Davis told her as he handed over her purse and coat. Tru nodded her head as she opened her purse and fished out her cell phone.

"I know, Davis. It's just that…" she trailed off as she noticed the glowing message on her screen. "That's funny, I didn't even hear my phone ring."

"Yeah, well, we were a bit distracted this morning," Davis pointed out.

"I guess so," Tru told him, pressing the message button and holding it up to her ear.

ONE NEW MESSAGE

the computer generated voice said through her phone. "Tru, hi. It's Jack. We need to talk, and I'm pretty sure you know what about. I'll be in touch."

Tru lowered her phone, her eyes wide as she felt her throat begin to constrict. "It was Jack," Tru whispered.

"What'd he want?" Davis asked, his body tense with caution.

"He said that we needed to talk and I should know what about," Tru told him. "Davis, he can see my rewinds when he goes back too. I think he may know that I had a passenger on my rewind."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope that this is to everybodys liking. It's amazing that I get more inspired each time I watch Supernatural. I hope everybody caught the Monster Movie episode, because I enjoyed it. Even though I'm really jonesing for the show to get back on with the storyline that has me hooked at the moment. Still, a very nice break, if I do say so myself. PLEASE…review. I just love when ya'll do.