Sam suddenly becomes a Tuesday-hater.

For what he has to witness from Tuesday to, well, Tuesday (not the kind of this Tuesday to next week's Tuesday! It's more like one Tuesday happens to... happen again?), Dean has (yes, has) died one hundred and one times. What makes the matter worst is that Dean dies in many different and unpredictable ways.

Like... Who dies because of CHOKING on a SAUSAGE?! And falling piano? It's supposed to happen only in cartoon, isn't it?

Goddamn it! He really wants to strangle whoever the son of bitch that does this to him. Forcing him to stay in the same Tuesday every time he wakes up is too much. Forcing him to watch Dean dies over and over again? That is beyond his limit.

He can feel his sanity slowly slipping away.

'Be focus'

"So you mean that... You have watched me die for...?" Dean shows the least believing face at him.

"One hundred and two times. I swear Dean..." He rubs his face. "The latest one was that you died while petting the dog and it bit you at the neck..."

Again, his brother shows a face that speaks 'You are fucking kidding me' and tries to find a comment for what he has just heard.

"Petting a dog? You must be..." Dean babbles when Sam jumps in his mouth.

"Out of your mind or having some traumatic experience." Sam, with a serious face, replies the same sentence that Dean had said for ninety six times before whenever Sam explained how he died.

And so Dean makes a poker face (which, Sam has been bored to watch for more than ninety times, and it's a torture) and his mouth drops for a while before closing back.

"You are going to tell me that I can read mind then insult me in your very signature way, like..." Sam rolls his eyes. "... 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..."

"Okay! That's enough!" Dean groans, waving his hands in defeat. "I get it!"

"Get what?" Sam frowns. To his memory of the last looped Tuesdays, Dean never gets anything.

"I get that we are in some what like Groundhog day, okay?" The older Winchester sighs while giving his answer, which even himself finds ridiculous to say. "That's the only sensible reason for why you can read my mind."

"Actually, it's not that I read your mind. I have been in this same situation for... Oh you won't want to know..." Sam says in relief. At least, Dean has understood.

But then he remembers. Dean had understood him for some times during the repeat of Tuesday...

"So how about this time we go there in baby? You said that we had always gone to the Mystery Spot on foot. Driving there would be a substitution, wouldn't it?" Dean winks at him.

Next thing he knows, Dean gets robbed right next to the Impala and gets shot through right lung, which leads to, well, another unavoidable death. Substitutions have always been bad, really bad idea.

He feels his balance between sanity and insanity dropped to the latter's side.

'Keep being focus'

He wakes up in the tune of Heat of the Moment as a freshly new Tuesday has started, again.

He continues to watch Dean tying his shoes, bopping along the song, gargling loudly in the bathroom, pulling out a black bra from a drawer, walking into the diner and calling the special dish: Pig in a poke.

He continues to see people in the diner redo their routine of Tuesday. Randy the cashier? Still skimming on the register. Doris the waitress? Gonna do the worst archery in the world in the afternoon. Judge Myers? Probably wearing bunny outfit at night. Cal, the guy who only pays for coffee when asked? Will sure rob a poor mechanic on his way home. Mister Pickett? Oh please, someone should take his driver license. The man in grey suit who always eats pancake with maple syrup? He also eats pink maple syrup this Tuesday!

Nothing changes, right?...

Right...?

...

He chases the Trickster down, corners him then pushes the stake to the pagan's neck. And it is even worse when the Trickster who caused this frigging loop is the one he has thought to be dead.

"So... This is fun for you, huh?" Sam tries his best to stay calm and not stab the stake into the short, blond Trickster's neck. "Killing Dean over and over again?"

"One? Yes, it is fun." The Trickster smirks. "And two?... Oh, this is so not about killing Dean."

Sam frowns, Dean does as well.

"This joke..." The pagan raises an eyebrow at Sam, his lips curl into a mischievous smile. "... Is on you, Sam."

Sam's eyes wide open at the confirmation that comes out of the Trickster's mouth.

"Watching your brother dies... Everyday? Forever?" The Trickster continues, his eyes shows great amusement while watching Sam struggling to accept the painful truth. "How long will it take to realize... You can't save your brother. No matter what..."

Sam grimaces at the speech, baring his teeth as he pushes the stake deeper into the Trickster's throat. "Oh yeah? I kill you. This all ends now."

Well, maybe this threatening way could work, since the Trickster shows a very panicked expression.

"Oh-oh, hey, whoa!" The short man yelps. "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..."

And Sam swears that as the Trickster makes a very, very sincere and scared face, he feels as if his heart starts to melt. For a while, he thinks of how he had tried to convince himself that the janitor in that college was no way the Trickster, then how sad he was when he had to watch Dean stabbed the stake into the Trickster's heart. But right now, those haunting gold eyes are looking straight into his, yet, he is about to murder the man he thought he has fallen in love with.

'Stay focus'

He didn't spare the Trickster though, still, the cunning pagan got away with his signature finger snaps. After that, Sam finds himself waking up in a song that says 'Promise me I'll be back in time'.

It is Wednesday now.

However, along with the very happy relief Sam is experiencing, a strange feeling rises inside him as well. He feels as if all of this is just a deja-vu. He feels as if he has gone past those experiences before. The loop of Tuesday, the grief of watching Dean died in vain and the confrontation with the Trickster... They are so familiar.

And that's when it dawns on him what would happen next.

Dean dies, again. Nothing so surprising. But this time, he won't have a new refresh of the day.

...

Six months after the Wednesday Dean died.

Sam drives the Impala on the road. Alone and coldly. Emotionlessly.

He doesn't care to count how many calls from Bobby that he has missed. Or he just doesn't care that Bobby did call him.

He hardly even care about the wounds he got during the hunts. Some are very bad though, he fixes them quickly and then just, well, doesn't care about them anymore.

All what he cares now is to find the Trickster.

He has the Trickster's captured photos (either on cameras or accidental photoshots) stuck all over the walls in his motel room. He gets to polish the weapons while looking at the photos to find anything he can use to locate the Trickster. Eating and sleeping seem to no longer be a joy, they are just necessary activities.

Until one day, Bobby calls him and says that he has found the Trickster.

Sam heads straight to Bobby's house and gets his weapon ready for a fight.

...

It turns out that he was right about Bobby wasn't real. Of course Bobby was just a trick that the Trickster used to lure him here, still, the part that when he stabbed Bobby and for a while Bobby's corpse didn't vanish thrilled him to the spine.

"You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam. Smart. Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket." The Trickster appears behind Sam, giving a very snide comment, though his facial expression hardly shows any amusement.

"Bring him back." Sam replies shortly. He doesn't know if he is angry or happy at the way the Trickster appeared. Somehow... He remembers this meeting...

"Who, Dean?" The short blond pagan raises an eyebrow at him. "Didn't my girl send you flower? Dean's-"

"Dean's dead." Sam speaks out what the Trickster was about to say, making the Trickster stare at him in surprise. "I know... I know you are going to say that..."

The Trickster's eyes widen, his jaw drops, unable to continue his speaking. Honestly, Sam doesn't know why he knows the way this meeting would happen. He just... knows. Like that he has gone past this once before.

The pagan throws the stake he took from Sam away then looks at Sam straight in the eyes, a serious expression covers his whole face.

"I don't know, Sam... It seems..." He speaks with hesitation. "It seems that... we have known how this would end... Right?"

Sam shrugs. "Perhaps... I don't know how I know... Just like I have past it. Once. But I vaguely remember, just... A little. The parts... That happened to have YOU in them."

The Trickster's eyes widen a little bit more. They continue to look at each other for a while.

Then the Trickster snaps his fingers as Sam closes his eyes.

'Promise me I'll be back in time'.

A/N: So... Please tell me what you think of this via review. And so sorry about the delay. I have a hard time with examinations.