Summary - What if Sam wasn't the only one who was around Dean the last three months before his deal was up? What if there was someone else? This story follows Sam, Dean, and Applemy original character as they try to get Dean out of his deal; though Apple doesn't exactly know about Dean's deal until it's almost too late. What happens if they can't save him? Is Dean really gone forever?

Author's Note - This follows the last six episodes of season three, I just added my own character into the mix and a few more things. I don't own any of the characters or the episodes, just Apple and the plot following the last episode. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'd also appreciate reviews, or anything just so I know how I'm doing with this. My first SPN fanfic, so yeah, I'd like to know what you guys think.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday


Chapter Four

"Heat of the moment. It was the heat of the moment."

Apple shot out of bed and ran a tired hand through her brunette hair. She seriously hated that song, she hated Asia. Hated, hated, hated. She watched Dean turn onto his side and climb out of bed. God, she really didn't want to watch him die again today. It had taken a toll on her emotionally, and that made her feel odd, she'd only met the boys, well she guessed, technically it had been one day ago; already she felt extremely close to them. She supposed when you watched someone die over and over again helped that a bit, especially when there was nothing you could do to save that person.

She crawled out of bed and turned the radio off. Her blue eyes looked over toward Sam who, she noticed, was wide awake. He stared at the ceiling. "We're not going out today." Sam said as he turned his head to face her. "Will you go tell Dean?"

"He's in the shower Sam."

"Please?"

Apple sighed at the look Sam had given her. "Alright, alright." She stood up and stretched before she walked to the bathroom, she gently pushed the bathroom door open. Her heart raced so fast as she neared the shower and she hoped he wouldn't decide to get out right then. As much as she wanted to see a naked Dean...Oh, she totally didn't just think that. Apple shook her head as she called out to Dean.

Dean quirked an eyebrow as he heard his name being called. He was surprised Apple was in the bathroom, he hadn't pegged her as the type of girl to just share a restroom with a guy. "Yeah?"

"Sam said we're staying in today."

Of course, Sam had sent her in. Lazy ass. "We can't even go out for breakfast?"

"You'll thank us when it's Wednesday." Apple told him, her voice sounded a bit tense now.

"Whatever that means." Apple caught before she headed out to talk to Sam again.

"I don't think he's too happy with that."

Sam shrugged his shoulders and looked up at her. "This has got to stop. I can't take it anymore." He muttered as he laid his large hands on his face. Apple reached a hand out and placed it on his arm.

"I know, we'll figure it out Sam." Just as Apple finished her sentence, they heard a yell and a loud thud. "Shit." Apple muttered.

- - - - -

Apple leaned over on her side of the bed and grabbed one of Dean's boots. She tossed it at the alarm clock as "Heat of the Moment" began.

"Someone's not an Asia fan are they?"

"Shut up Dean." Apple muttered. She took on of her extra pillows and hit him.

"Not nice princess, not nice."

"Bite me."

"Oh very tempting."

"Gross." Apple turned onto her stomach and buried her head in her pillow.

"I'm going out to get breakfast." Sam said as Dean and Apple watched him as he grabbed the keys and exited the motel room.

"Dean! Stop touching me!" Apple whined as she felt him poke her. "I swear if you don't stop poking me, I'll kill you!" As she realized what she had just said, she quickly apologized.

"Hey, it was all said in good fun."

Apple sighed as she rolled over to face him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"S'matter?"

"Don't worry about it Dean." Apple muttered before she leaned up and brushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes connected with his green ones and she watched as his lips spread into a grin. "What are you staring at Winchester?"

"Nothing much Delaney. Just admiring the view."

"Oh you are so smooth."

"You bet." Apple laughed and willed herself to crawl out of the bed, and the warm heat that radiated from Dean. He was so warm, she wanted to lay in the bed with his warmth all day. She sighed as she grabbed a pair of jeans, a green tank top, and her Converse and headed into the bathroom.

When she emerged, Dean and Sam were both seated at the table, tacos spread before them. She picked one up and took the chair next to Dean.

"These tacos taste funny to you?"

- - - - -

"Heat of the moment."

This time it was Sam who decided to throw something at the loud, obnoxious alarm clock. Apple groaned as she lifted her head. Dean rolled over to face her as Sam closed his eyes again.

"Someone needs to shave, they're beginning to look like a mountain man." Apple teased as she tugged lightly at the stubble on Dean's chin. He grabbed her wrist and held it.

"Oh very funny, Delaney."

Apple just looked at Dean for a moment, and then at the hand that held her wrist. Her skin tingled, it was a strange yet she felt addicted to it. He blinked a few times and let her wrist go.

"Guess this wannabe mountain man is going to go shave so he can be up to Miss Delaney's standards." Dean said as he stood up from the bed and chucked a pillow at Apple's head.

"Miss Delaney greatly appreciates it." Apple called as she grabbed the pillow and chucked it at Sam's head.

"What?"

"Morning sunshine."

"Oh shut up Delaney."

"Okay Sammy."

Sam huffed at her as he sat up in his bed. He at Dean before layed back down. Apple sat up and watched as Dean's body crumpled to the floor.

- - - - -

Apple and Dean were bent down next to the owner of the Mystery Spot and watched as Sam tore up the walls with an ax. The owner seemed startled at what was going on, Apple guessed she'd be startled too if some guy came in, tied him up, duct taped his mouth shut, and ripped his place of business apart.

"Everybody's fine. Nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?" Apple reassured the man a small smile on her face. She was sure her small gesture was no comfort at all, but what else could she do?

"Sammy, maybe you should drop the ax and let this guy go, whaddya say?" Dean inquired as he looked up at Sam.

"Something's gotta be going on here, and I intend to find out what." Sam told him. He continued to destroy the building.

"Sammy, time to give it a rest." Dean stood up from his position. He turned to Apple, offered her a hand up, and she took it. She watched with amusement as the boys argued over the ax; the amused look on her face disappeared as the ax cut into Dean. Blood splattered on the owner's face.

"Dean?" Sam questioned. He turned to Apple with a helpless look on his face.

"Back to bed Sam." She muttered before she closed her eyes.

- - - - -

Apple sat up as "Heat of the Moment" blared through the motel room. Dean turned to face her and grinned. "Asia!"

"Yes, I can hear that Dean."

She watched as Dean got up and threw a pillow at Sam. "Rise and shine Sammy."

Sam just groaned and rolled over. He buried his head in his pillow and wished this would all stop.

- - - - -

Just like they had nearly every Tuesday they'd lived through in Brower County, they entered the local diner. Apple watched as Sam bumped into Mr. Pickett. She noticed that he had discreetly put something into the pocket of his jacket. As they slid into the booth they normally occupied, Apple and Sam sighed. They shared a 'here we go again' look before Dean opened his mouth.

"Hey, Tuesday! Pig n'a Poke!" His tone was cheery and bright, like he was a little kid. Apple had thought it was adorable when she had first heard him use that tone, and after all the Tuesdays, she still found it adorable. She sighed as she rested her chin on her hand.

Sam slid a set of keys onto the table and recieved a strange look from both Dean and Apple. So that was what she'd seen Sam slip into his pocket.

"What're those?" Dean asked.

"The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel." Apple couldn't help but snort at Sam's comment. It was true. He had hit Dean head on with his car once before.

The waitress approached them and asked for their orders. Dean ordered his usual, of course. Apple hadn't expected Sam to say anything but 'nothing for us' like usual, so when he spoke next, she couldn't help but just stare at him.

"Hey Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess." Sam replied immediately. Damn, he was grumpy. Apple guessed she was too but she had a better way of hiding it. She was just as tired of Tuesdays as Sam, but she wasn't going to say anything to any of the civilians. She figured it just concerned herself, Sam, and Dean.

"So you guys think your caught in some kind of what?" Dean asked as he cocked his head slightly.

"Time loop." Apple said, before she stared out the window again.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"Doesn't matter, there's no way to stop it."

"Jeez, aren't you grumpy." Not a good thing to say Dean, Apple thought as she looked at the brothers. She was sure Sam was going to have an outburst soon. They had both reached the end of their ropes with this whole on going Tuesday thing.

"Yeah, we both are. You wanna know why?" Sam asked.

"Why?" Dean asked. Sam turned look at Apple and nodded for her to continue.

Apple felt bad for Dean. He had no idea what was happening to him day after day, he just stayed clueless, not by choice she knew, but still. "Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row that we've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, we're a little grumpy."

"Hot sauce." Sam said. He looked up at the waitress as she approached their table. He caught the hot sauce as usual and placed it on the table.

"Nice reflexes."

"I knew it was going to happen, Dean. Apple and I know everything that's going to happen."

"You don't know everything." Dean countered. He didn't think that the two people in front of him could know everything. No one knew everything. They just couldn't.

"Yeah, we do."

"Yeah right." Dean said, but Sam was right along with him.

"Nice guess." They both said.

"It wasn't a guess."

"Right, you're a mind reader. Cut that out Sam. Sam! You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish. Sam Winchester wears make up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam winchester keeps a ruler near the bed and every morning when he wakes up – okay enough!" They both finished.

Apple couldn't help but laugh at the newest stunt Sam had pulled. If Dean didn't believe them before, she was sure he believed them now. The look of shock on Dean's face was priceless and Apple couldn't help but continue to laugh. When in life did you ever see something like that? She grinned at the glare she received from Dean for her laughter.

"That's not all," Sam continued as he looked over toward the register. "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," He finished.

"What's your point?" Apple was shocked Dean still didn't believe them. But then again, if she were in Dean's position, she wasn't sure she'd believe them so easily either.

"My point is we've lived through every possible Tuesday. Apple and I have watched you die every possible way. We've ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burned it down, done everything we can think of to save your life and we can't," Sam said. He looked down at the table then back up at Dean. "No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And it's Tuesday again."

- - - - -

"There's gotta be some way out of this." Dean said as the trio once again walked down the street.

"Where's my dang keys?" Apple parroted as they passed Mr. Pickett as he said the same thing. "Excuse me," she continued as the blond girl bumped into her and Dean.

"She's kinda cute." Dean stopped for a second. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?"

Apple and Sam watched as Dean turned and headed back toward the girl. "No." They both said as they watched him. Dean grabbed one of the sheets and headed toward his party again, a piece of paper in hand.

"A hundred Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" He asked. "It's the guy who went missing." Dean held up a MISSING picture of Dexter Hasselback. "That's his daughter back there."

"Ma'am!" Sam called and turned around to catch Hasselback's daughter.

"Good thought Dean." Apple congratulated. She patted his back lightly.

"Yeah, I know. I have a bunch of them." He retorted with a grin. "Hey, you ever wonder why that dog is chained up?" He asked as he turned to face the dog. "Hey buddy. Someone need a friend?"

"Dean! Don't!"

- - - - -

"Heat of the moment!"

"Oh my Jesus." Apple muttered before she buriedher face in her pillow.

"Morning princess!" Dean exclaimed and shook Apple lightly.

"Stop touching me Dean!"

"Rise and shine Sammy!"

"Go away Dean."

"Dude. You guys are so grumpy. Come on, get up. I'm hungry. And Asia's on! You guys love this song, and you know it!" Dean turned up the volume on the alarm clock whil he mouthed the words and danced to the song as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Sammy?"

"Apple?"

"Why can't we just sleep all day?"

- - - - -

"So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor. But that's not all he is," Sam said. His fingers typed away on his laptop while Dean ate his breakfast. Apple reached over and stole a sausage from him. She stuck her tongue out at him as he glared.

"He's a journalist who gets his kicks debunking. He's already put four of these places out of business." Apple explained after she finished the sausage she had stolen. Sam turned the laptop to face Dean so he could read over the article.

"Dexter Hasselback. Truth Warrior? More like pompous schmuck if you ask me."

"Guy must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself." Apple continued.

"When'd you two have time to do all this research?" Apple and Sam exchanged a look before standing up.

"Come on." Sam said. He paused and stared at a plate that once held pancakes smothered in strawberry syrup.

"What?" Dean asked.

Apple had picked up on it too. She stared at the plate in wonder. "Guy has maple syrup for one hundred Tuesdays and suddenly he has strawberry." She heard Sam say as she began to walk away with Dean.

"It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, what have we become?"

"No, not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me and Apple."

- - - - -

The sound of Asia filled the air again. Apple looked up at Dean as he made his way to the bathroom to finish getting dressed for the day.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened? Dean didn't even die." She said as she crawled onto Sam's bed.

"I know what's going on now. I should have seen it earlier."

- - - - -

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked as Sam and Apple watched the man across from their booth.

"Eat your breakfast." Sam snapped. He and Apple waited for the man to get up and leave. It wasn't that long of a wait before the man was up and walked out of the diner, toothpick in his mouth.

"What's in the bag?" Dean called after the pair as he realized that Apple had a brown paper bag. What the hell was going on now?

- - - - -

As the trio reached the man, Sam pinned him to a silver chain linked fence, back pressed hard against it. "I know how you are! Or should I say, what," Sam said as he put the stake to the man's neck.

Apple, Dean, and Sam listened as the man pleaded to be let go, but Apple and Sam knew better than that. "It took us a while but we finally figured it out. It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts? Your kind loves that, don't they?" Apple said from Sam's side.

Thankfully, Sam had prepared her for this moment. He told her of the time Dean and himself had encountered what Sam believed had caused the time loop. He told her of how they had killed one and he should have realized what caused the chaos sooner.

"Yeah, sure, okay, just put the stake down." The man tried again.

"Sam, maybe..." Dean started, but Apple placed a hand gently on his arm and shook her head 'no'. Dean quirked a brow at her but stayed quiet none-the-less.

"NO!" Sam yelled. "There's only one thing powerful enough to stick someone in a time loop like this. You'd have to be a god, you'd have to be a trickster."

The man started to rationalize with Sam. He told him he had a wife and two kids, but Sam wasn't phased. He knew what was going on. He shook his head 'no' and glared at the man before him.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" He yelled again. He thrusted the stake a little further into the man's neck.

Apple let out a small gasp as she and Dean watched the older man turn into a younger one. His hair was a bit wavy and a light brown color, he stood around Dean's height and was a bit on the chubby side. "Actually Bucko? You didn't."

"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked, confusion written all over his face now. He just didn't understand.

"You're joking right? You chuckle heads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" The trickster replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"And Hasselback, what about him?" Apple asked, still a little shocked.

"Oh. You have a new friend. She's pretty. And to answer your question, he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one. And then you two showed up, plus one. I made you the second you hit town." He explained, the grin on his face never once disappeared.

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Sam asked angrily.

"One? Yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean." The trickster said. "This joke's on you, Sam. Watching your brother die? Every day? Forever?"

"You son of a bitch." Sam said, absolutely furious.

"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what."

"Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." Sam said as he pushed the stake just a little more into the trickster's neck. Apple was confused now. What did he mean Sam couldn't save Dean? Why would Sam even need to save Dean? Dean looked perfectly healthy to her.

"Whoa, okay. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it'll be Wednesday. I swear."

"You're lying." Sam hissed.

"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner."

Sam seemed to think about it. Personally, Apple thought he should have just killed the trickster and had it all end then.

"Easier to just kill you." Sam said, stake poised to slide into the trickster's neck.

"Sorry kiddo. Can't have that."

- - - - -

"But you better promise me I'll be back in time."

Apple let out a small groan as she propped herself up on her elbows, she cocked her head to the side as she noticed there was completely different music on. She looked over at Sam who had the same confused expression on his face. So was it really Wednesday? Had the trickster really let them go?

"What, you two gonna sleep all day?" They heard Dean ask from the bathroom. Apple leaned forward slightly and could see him as he brushed his teeth.

"No Asia!" Sam said, a small grin on his face.

"Yeah I know. This station sucks."

Both Apple and Sam look toward the alarm clock and smiled with satisfaction. The clock no longer said Tuesday.

"It's Wednesday!"

"Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday. Would one of you turn that thing off?"

"What are you kidding? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" Apple asked. She seemed to look shocked that Dean would actually want to turn the song off. It was finally Wednesday!

"No. Jeez, how many Tuesdays did you guys have?"

"I dunno. I think we both lost count." Sam told him as he climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes before he disappeared into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Apple followed suit. She grabbed her own clothes and waited for Sam to get out of the bathroom so she could get ready to go. "What do you remember?" She asked as she leaned against the wall and waited for Dean's answer.

"You and Sam were pretty whacked out. Then I remember running into the trickster, but that's about it."

"Back your stuff. We're getting the hell out of town." Sam announced as he exited the bathroom and made it clear Apple needed to get dressed too.

- - - - -

Dean and Apple left Sam to get the up the small motel room cleand up while the pair went to pack the car. Apple stood next Dean and watched as he transferred a few weapons from the hidden compartment to his duffel. He zipped the bag up and closed the compartment before he dropped it onto he top of the compartment.

"Are you sure we should let the trickster go?" Dean asked as he turned to face what both he and Apple thought was Sam.

They turned to face Sam, but quickly realized that it wasn't Sam at all, but Cal, the young man Apple recognized from the diner. "Gimme your wallet!" He ordered, his voice shook slightly and his gun was pointed straight at Dean.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa buddy, just relax." Dean said as he tried to calm the man down.

"I am relaxed!" Cal barked. He moved the gun from Dean to Apple.

"Come on now. I don't think anyone wants this to end the wrong way. Let's talk for a second." Apple said as she tried to get a small smile on her face.

- - - - -

Sam threw the rest of his things into his duffel. He was ready to get the hell out of Brower County, the place had been nothing but bad news. He sighed as he chucked a pair of pants into his bag. He paused for a moment. He wondered why Apple and Dean had to take so long to load the Impala, it shouldn't have taken that long.

As he had just decided to go check on them, he stopped as a sound that would forever haunt him made it's way into his ears. He had no idea how he had gotten down the stairs as fast as he had, it was by some miracle he hadn't tripped and fallen down them.

His heart stopped as he stared at the scene before him. Dean was on his side, blood poured from a wound in his chest, his head rested in Apple's lap as tears rolled down her cheeks. He was at their side in an instant.

"No, no, come on, not today. This isn't supposed to happen today." Sam said desperately as he stared at Dean in utter disbelief. He looked from Apple's tear streaked face, to the lifeless body of his older brother, he closed his eyes. He thought back to all the Tuesdays he had lived through with Apple. When he opened them again, nothing had changed, nothing at all. "We're supposed to wake up, Apple." He whispered.

+chapter title: sunday, bloody sunday - paramore