Sam's POV

Today was the 13th Tuesday.

And today he would see Dean die again.

He'd been as sharp as a hawk, eyeing everything suspiciously, knowing that no matter what he did, Dean would still die. Dean kept on asking him over and over again if he was okay, getting worried about him. Sam couldn't help but wonder at the irony of the situation each day. Dean was going to die, again, and he was worried about Sam.

They were sitting in the motel room. Sam hadn't allowed Dean to go out and had snapped at him to stay in. So Dean, worried about his brother, stayed in, and tired to lighten him up by cracking his lame-ass jokes, but Sam didn't crack a single smile.

Suddenly, the ground below their feet shook and Sam, already on full alert, put the safety off on his gun and stood ready. He pushed Dean behind him and cornered him against the wall, on full alert.

As soon as he did that, he heard Dean choke and felt something wet stick to the back of his neck. He whipped around just in time to catch Dean and saw in horror, the holes in his brother's body, with torrents of blood oozing out of them, while Dean choked on his own blood, withering like a dead animal. Sam grabbed all the cloth he could find to stop the bleeding and tried to see through the tears and blood on his face, talking to Dean all the time about fixing him. But he felt Dean's labored breath stop and saw his brother's dead green eyes staring at the ceiling, cold, with flecks of blood in them.

This was the worst of all the deaths he'd seen. Sam was too much in shock to do anything than just hold his brother and stare at his chest and face, horrified, traumatized, with tears flowing continuously. The realization seeped into him, making him cringe and ache, feeling like his whole body was on fire.

He shut his eyes tight, hoping to wake up, hoping for the stickiness of his brother's blood to pass away, hoping to hear Asia once again.

But nothing happened.

He opened his eyes again and they fell on his brother's bloody body. Why wasn't he waking up? He tried slapping himself, but got more blood on his face instead. No no no. This was just another Tuesday. The loop wasn't broken. It couldn't be. Dean couldn't be dead. Not like this. Not now!

Sam let out a strangled cry, clutching onto his brother for dear life. The words kept on repeating themselves in his head- this couldn't be happening, not like this, not now, no no no.

"Having fun, Sam?" Sam looked up slowly, unable to take his eyes off his brother. He couldn't believe what he saw.

It was the Trickster, grinning like a manic. The one they had killed in Springfield University.

Or, had thought they had.

"Wha-This was you? This was all you?" Sam snarled, his voice shaking with the pure hatred that was filling every cell in his body, along with the anguish of his brother's death.

"Well, I kinda did take inspiration for the killings from a few mags, but yep, the rest was all me. Pretty cool huh?" the Trickster said breezily, smiling, walking towards Sam.

"You sick son of a bitch. I will kill you, I swear to God. I WILL KILL YOU!" Sam yelled, and leaving Dean, tried to punch the Trickster. He missed and now the Trickster was standing behind him.

"Well, I'd love to see you try Sam. It didn't go exactly the way you'd planned the last time, did it?" the Trickster said, laughing.

"I was just goofing around, havin' some fun, until YOU two idiots had to show up, poking their noses, ruining my fun, and ALMOST KILLING ME!" he yelled angrily. "I needed entertainment! I've been on this earth, for over freakin' millenniums and I. GET. BORED! How else do you think the Gladiator wars came into existence huh?"

"So I thought this would be the perfect pay-back for you two boys. This would teach you to never go after me again,"the Trickster said, coolly. "Putting you two in separate time dimensions, watching each other die over and over again...man, was it fun or what? Killing two birds with one stone." the Trickster laughed.

Sam stared at him, not able to believe his ears. Two separate time-loops? He could hear his heart pounding, feeling it throb in his ears. "Two...separate...time-loops?" he whispered, tears starting afresh. "Then..."

The Trickster snapped his fingers and Dean's body vanished, along with all his blood which had splashed everywhere.

"Yes, Sam. Two different ones. I didn't really see the point in killing Dean before his due date. He's going to suffer a horrible death anyway. Why take away the opportunity?" he said, circling Sam.

Sam felt dizzy with relief. He felt lighter, glad to know that Dean hadn't suffered the horrible death he'd just seen. But then he felt agonized thinking about what Dean would be going through, watching his little brother die over and over again. He was so relieved to know Dean was okay in other respects that he fell to his knees.

He looked up to the Trickster, "Please," he begged, his face glistening with tears. "We won't ever hunt you, I swear. I'll-I'll lead Dean o-off if h-he ever co-comes close to y-you. J-Just..."he stammered, taking in a shaky breath. "Just please let us go. Let my brother go please."

The Trickster cocked his head to a side, considering. "Well you seem desperate enough, and this was getting boring...Fine," He shrugged, going towards the motel room door, "You'll wake up after this, but remember Sam," he said, turning around, "if you so much as look up the place where I am, you know how you will be dealt with. And that time, it won't be just a dream."

Saying that he walked out the door, and Sam saw black before he fell to the floor.