A/N: Holy fudging hell. I can't believe I actually did this. I'm still apologizing to myself for this and seriously I apologize to my beta who looked this over. This was just...crazy. To put it mildly. So I would just like to say hello to all of you once again! I hope life is treating you fairly, and that your all excited for this chapter. I put a lot of time, blood, sweat and tears in this addition to the story. And added heaping amounts of effort so please be nice.

Now, I did get a response on how long you guys want the chapters to be. However, it's kinda split. So i'll make some long chapters and some short chapters but I think it's safe to say there won't be a chapter that goes on longer than this one in this story ever again X) for all of you it's roughly I think 41-42 pages long. yeah, I know. This chapter was always supposed to be long though guys to be fair, so I always knew even when I was writing the prequel to this story that it was going to be a horrendously long chapter even by my standards. I apologize to anyone who likes shorter chapters and i'll indulge you again probably the next one, or the one after that at least.

So much love and thanks have to go to soopergirl35 for doing the betaing for this work. Now, we couldn't actually get through the whole thing so you guys know. However, half of it at least has been combed over by her and she was a huge help to me. She was phenomenal, and given the short amount of time that I gave her for her to do everything that she did just blows me away. * stands and applauds* THANKS GIRL!

thank you again for everyone who has been diligent with this story and even the one before it. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! And be gentle please I did my utmost best to do this justice :s

Celest ^i^

I would also like to say that it is Remembrance Day. And although I know no troups would be reading this, never forget the sacrifice that they have made so that we could live free. I will never forget, and you have my gratitude always. Thank you veterans! Remember to support your troops! And never ever forget! Even my own gigi was in the navy at one point many many years ago and I'm just so happy to still have him here to thi day. He's a wonderful man :)

PS Of course i have no ownership of Sam or Dean. Even Gabe for that matter. However, I can always dream :) * sighs*

The five of them appeared outside of a motel in the middle of an otherwise vacant parking lot. The sun was just beginning to really come out, the pavement sparkling with thousands of early morning dewdrops. It was still early enough that no other living soul was present. Amy shifted uncomfortably, sorely wishing right then that she had been wearing shorts. Even for early morning, the temperature was already becoming slightly uncomfortable.

On the bright side she had successfully accomplished transporting to the motel without any assistance. Missy had slowly worked with her over the last few months to be able to travel without having been to the actual destination. As long as she knew the location that they were heading then she would be fine. It had taken some practice, and after few days of accidentally landing in the middle of the Mediterranean and other places that she would prefer not to go again, she had made it. Beaming in pride, Missy had congratulated her, happy for once.

Over the last year, Amy had been seeing a great improvement in Missy's character. She wasn't as closed off as she used to be; sure, there were still fights and disagreements between all of them, but it seemed that things were smoothing out. Even Jazz seemed to be slowly warming up to the haughty blonde. While it was true that Missy was still arrogant and her tongue still stung like a snakebite, she had been lessening on her banter with all of them. Amy was even getting to the point of calling the nephilim part of their ragtag family. Missy probably would have smote her for that if she dared admit it out loud, but hey, it was how she felt.

Jazz snorted as she stared at the motel, "Really, Gabe? That the best you could do?"

Gabe arched his brow at her. "Really, Jazz? You still doubt my talents?"

Jazz rolled her eyes at him and walked over to one of the doors. Amy frowned after her friend; she had been more snappy lately, her temper higher than ever. She was becoming worried for her friend; it wasn't like her to keep stuff bottled up and walk around sulking as much as she was. Whenever she had tried to confront Jazz on what was wrong she would merely brush it off as if it were nothing; however, Amy knew something was up. The next day Jazz would act normally, but it never lasted long.

She remembered how after it had been happening for a month, she, Lance, and Gabe had been sitting by themselves on the balcony enjoying the Rome weather.

~x~

Eight Months Before

~x~

Lance took a sip of his drink as he leaned back and relaxed in the deck chair. Gabe had some black shades on as he pleasantly soaked up the sun as it heated his body. It was probably the first time Amy had ever seen him in shorts and shirtless and she couldn't help but marvel in approval of his physique.

While he wasn't overly muscular, he had them where it counted. A flat stomach led to a hint or two of muscles underneath. His chest was strong, with his pecs well defined, legs robust and rounded but it was his arms that were the epitome of his body. They were corded and radiated power in the simple movements that he would make. No baby fat obscured any part of his body; he had grown into a strong demigod or whatever the hell he was… While she knew he was a trickster and more powerful than she had ever realized, it was still a turn on to think how his body was in decent shape, and strong enough to pin her down and have his way with her.

Shudders ran up her spine at the thought of all the intimate acts that she could enjoy doing with the trickster. Gabe seemed to have noticed her slight shiver and leveled his gaze at her.

"You okay there, Aim?" he asked gently, his tone slightly raspy having not talked in the last little while.

She smiled and nodded at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, Gabe," she was able to squeak out as she felt his hard, hot gaze on her body. "I was just thinking I guess."

Lance snorted with laughter as if he knew what had attracted her attention. Amy glared at him and he raised his hands in defeat. Gabe merely lay back in the chair as he turned his face up towards the sun more.

"Hey guys," began Amy, "have either of you been noticing a change in Jazz?"

Lance shifted. "Yeah, kind of over the past little while. It almost seems like since Missy's been around she's been more on edge."

Gabe snorted at that. "Well can you exactly blame her? She and Missy haven't exactly seen eye to eye in a while."

Lance rolled his eyes. "It amazes me that they ever saw eye to eye in the first place."

Frowning, Amy bit her lip as she thought it over. "Should I maybe try talking to her about it?"

Lance shook his head at the idea. "No, I would just let the two of them sort it out if I were you; maybe support her from afar, but don't get heavily involved."

"I agree with him, which is a miracle," Gabe stated as he jerked his thumb at the warlock. "You should let them sort out their business on their own. They need to eventually anyways."

Amy mutely agreed with them and the conversation was dropped.

~x~

Present Day

~x~

Amy couldn't help the swell of worry engulfing her as she watched her friend walk from them. She followed close behind with the other three, but steeled herself for later that day and the conversation she would bring up with the slight elf. She had decided, not too long ago, that she would have to talk to Jazz about her foul temper. Maybe the elf just needed someone to vent to. She knew that Gabe and Lance had advised her against the idea but she couldn't just leave her friend like this when she looked to be going through something really painful.

Walking into the room, Amy wasn't even blown away by the appearance; it was richly decorated with some quirks here and there. The kitchen was completely modernized with granite countertops, four large king sized beds that seemed to not take up any space, a step leading down to the living room/sitting area, with a marble fireplace and a large 50" flat screen TV mounted above it.

Placing her bag down on one of the beds, each of them claimed one, with Gabe stealing the one right beside hers. Missy disappeared into the bathroom. If the main room was anything to go by, the bathroom was probably just as lavish and exquisite as this room was.

"I don't think I'll ever get really used to this," Amy said as she stared around the room, walking up to a large bookshelf.

Gabriel ate a Mars bar with relish as he gazed around. "I think you're doing a phenomenal job, actually."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Of course you would say that," she said as she grabbed the last of his chocolate bar and popped it into her mouth.

Gabe gave her a hurt look for a split second, then he magicked a Mr. Big in his hand and began wolfing that down instead. Amy rolled her eyes and turned to Lance.

"So what exactly are we doing here?" he asked in confusion. "Gabe? Gabe! Will you quit stuffing your face for a few seconds and answer our question?"

Gabe polished off the last of the chocolate bar and gazed at him in mock horror. "I thought it was just you asking the question Lance, not we." Lance rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself. "Since you asked so nicely, though, I need to check something out for a little bit so you all be good and I'll see you soon."

Amy wheeled around quickly and stared at him in shock. "Well at least tell us where you're going so that we can come with you too!"

Gabe merely winked at her and disappeared with the blink of an eye. She took a step back and frowned as she and Lance glanced around the room. Jazz, who had been sitting on one of the beds, lifted an eyebrow.

"He sure hasn't gotten any less secretive since you two have been dating, has he?" she asked.

Amy turned around and gave her a pissed look. "So not the time, Jazz."

Jazz shrugged as she picked some dirt from underneath her nails. "I'm just saying. It's probably trickster business."

Over the last few months she had been working on accepting Gabe's "part-time job." It had been a tough stone to swallow at first, but eventually she had come to a grudging respect for him, even though she still felt it was morally wrong. However, all the arguments the two of them had had had not dented Gabe's resolve and he wouldn't stop. She eventually had to concede that if she wanted to be with him she had to accept everything about him, even the things that she did not necessarily agree with.

'I wonder if that makes me some kind of masochist,' she had to think to herself.

"Anyways, I say we go look around," Jazz said, suddenly more chipper than she had been in a while. "Look! It's beautiful outside! We should go enjoy the Florida weather while we can."

Lance shrugged, "I'm down with that. Amy?"

Amy nodded, "Yeah. I guess it would be a good idea."

"Perfect!" Jazz exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She placed a finger to her lips in a shushing motion and pointed to the door. "Let's leave while Missy doesn't know we've gone," she whispered as she started to crawl towards the door on her hands and knees.

Amy and Lance raised their eyebrows as they watched Jazz crawl diligently across the floor towards the door. Without warning Missy stepped out from the bathroom and raised her eyebrow at the otherwise oblivious elf. Amy and Lance hid their smiles as they watched the blonde nephilim lean against the doorframe and stare in amusement at Jazz. She got to the door and slowly raised herself to get the doorknob all the while trying to stay inconspicuous to everyone.

"Umm, Jazz?"

"Amy! Shhh! We have to be quiet! Now you two get over here and crawl so she doesn't notice!" she hissed out as she tried to jiggle the knob.

Missy rolled her eyes and walked over to the door and the struggling elf, opening the door for her. Jazz couldn't help the large grin spread across her face and she smiled up at Missy. Amy raised an eyebrow at that.

"Thanks, Missy!" She proceeded to crawl out the door until she froze. As if realizing what had just happened she looked up again at Missy's disbelieving face.

"Seriously, Jazz, you should take care to not do that kind of thing in public, there are thing like YouTube and Facebook out there, just to name a few," Missy told her conversationally as if it were perfectly normal to see the elf on her hands and knees crawling around on the floor. Then again, it probably was, considering Jazz's track record was kind of working against her at the moment.

Jazz turned beet red and, standing up quickly, patted some of the dust off of her pants and fixed her hair. Glaring at Missy, she said, "Oh, please. Like you care. You would probably be the one to film me and put it up."

Missy actually seemed to be giving this some thought and nodded her head. "You know, I actually probably would, except you got one thing wrong."

Jazz rolled her eyes. "And that was?" she asked in a tone of voice that brooked on condescending.

"I would blackmail you with it. It's so awesome to see you sweat sometimes." Missy grinned evilly at that as she finished.

Jazz's upper lip curled up at her, "Whatever." She strutted away from the nephilim, muttering "bitch" under her breath. Missy just gave a tight-lipped smirk at that in amusement. Amy wasn't nearly as amused.

"Jazz, can I talk to you privately?"

Jazz gazed at her skeptically. "Umm, sure?"

She followed Amy outside and a little ways away from their actual room. Turning, Jazz leaned against a post, her low-rise jeans and black belt snug around her hips. Her blue t-shirt was somewhat tight and she could feel the swell of her breasts pushing through the thin fabric in an effort to get out.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Jazz asked Amy as she gazed around the empty parking lot.

Amy sighed. "Jazz, what's the deal with you? You've been moody for months now, what's going on? Is this something to do with me and Gabe dating, or-?"

"Oh my God, Amy, no! Wait, what? Did you think I was jealous of your guys' relationship?" she asked, her eyebrows rising in astonishment.

Amy shrugged. "To be honest, no, I didn't, I'm honestly just trying to take a shot in the dark here and hopefully get lucky."

Jazz rubbed the bridge of her nose in discomfort. She seemed pained, almost as if she had a headache coming on, and she sighed in frustration. "It honestly isn't about that, Amy."

Amy's eyes narrowed at her small friend. "Okay, then what is it?"

"Look, I know you're concerned, and that's partly my fault. I know I've been a little bitchy sometimes over the past little while, and for that I really am sorry. But this is something I have to deal with on my own. You can't help me with it, I'm afraid," Jazz said.

Frowning, Amy let out a huff of agitation. "Can't help? Or you won't let me?"

Jazz gave her a hard stare that made Amy's breath catch somewhere in her throat. She froze at the hard, penetrating green gaze of her friend. Suddenly, just as quickly, Jazz's eyed softened and she offered Amy a small smile.

"Both, I guess," Jazz stated sadly. "Look, if I need your help on this I will let you know, elf's honor. But I need to do this on my own. Try not to worry about me or anything. And besides, you kind of already helped."

Cocking her head in puzzlement, Amy asked, "How so?"

"Well," Jazz began, "You obviously cared enough to ask me about it. And while I know Lance and Gabe have noticed too, they're not the type to come right out and ask me. That's what girls are for. I think just by you confronting me about it, even though I didn't tell you, it took some of the weight off my shoulders. So don't worry too much."

Amy was not content with her friends answer but forced herself to accept it. Holding up her right hand with the pinky finger outstretched, she smiled as she said, "Pinky promise?"

Jazz couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled from her at the childish behavior. "Pinky promise," she said as the two of them linked their little fingers together.

Dropping their hands, they giggled as they turned around and walked side-by-side back to the room.

"Pinky promise, though?" asked Jazz from beside her; Amy quirked an eyebrow at her in question. "You're a nephilim and probably know some powerful hoodoo of your own and yet a pinky promise is your best shot?"

Amy couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She shrugged well naturedly. "What can I say? Old habits die hard."

They walked back into the room to see Missy and Lance playing chess in the sitting area. Lance looked up at them as they stood in the doorway, quietly appraising them.

"So I'm guessing you guys worked it out?" he asked conversationally as he moved a piece.

Amy and Jazz looked at each other. "You could say that."

"Excellent, because I would love to stretch my legs," said Lance as he got up from the chair and stretched.

They all walked out of the motel room, if you could even call it that, and proceeded down the main strip into the small town. It was small and quaint, barely any cars or people on the street. It reminded Amy of a sleepy town just starting to wake up. Here and there, you saw some people tiredly yawning as they moved about their business. Lance stopped suddenly and pointed to a bakery across the street.

"Hey, let's stop there," he said, beginning to cross.

"Oh sure, don't wait for our response, just go," Jazz muttered as she rolled her eyes.

"Let's go, Jazz, it smells delicious even from here," said Missy as she smiled hesitantly down at the elf.

Jazz seemed to be taken aback by the kindness, and Amy saw a slight blush color her face. Her eyebrows rose as she realized what was going on, but before anything else could happen, Jazz glared at Missy.

"I wasn't asking for your opinion," she stated, humphing slightly as she walked ahead.

"Wow," Amy began in disbelief as the two walked slightly behind the irate elf, "I can definitely say that I did not see that coming."

"Oh, shut up Amy," Missy snarled in her usual acerbic manner.

She couldn't help the grin that slowly spread across her face at the blonde. They walked into the bakery to see Lance eagerly ordering a variety of donuts and other pastries. After he took his large selection, they all sat at a booth with a large window overlooking the street. As they all took one, Jazz raised a Boston Crème up to the light and frowned.

"This is your idea of breakfast now?" she asked in disbelief. "It's something Gabe would eat."

"Shut up," Lance managed to mumble out between a large bite of one of the strawberry pastries. "I'm craving sugar, and besides, what are you complaining about?"

"Just the fact that by the end of today, I won't be able to sleep because you'll be jumping off the walls," Jazz said as she rested her chin in her hand.

"Then we'll just kick him outside," stated Missy.

Jazz snorted into her donut as Amy rolled her eyes. She looked out the window and a man walking down the opposite side of the street immediately captured her attention. He had gray hair, appeared in his fifties maybe, a smooth Caucasian face, and had a light gray suit on. What was most intriguing though about his character was the lollipop that he was sucking on as he casually strolled down the pavement. She frowned at that. What fifty-year-old man ate suckers? Sure, it wasn't illegal, but it was slightly odd.

"Hey Amy, what do you think?" asked Jazz.

"Hmm?" She was startled out of her thoughts as she looked at Jazz.

Jazz raised an eyebrow at her. "Lance said there's a mystery spot in town, where the normal rules of the universe don't apply." She said this in a spooky tone as she raised her hands palms up in a fluttering action. "Want to go check it out?"

Missy rolled her eyes, "Those places are full of shit. They're just scams to wheedle people out of money."

Jazz huffed. "You're such a buzz kill, miss angel face. So, Amy?"

Amy shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind; but hey guys, see that man walking across the street?" She turned and pointed across the street to the….empty sidewalk.

"Wait, where did he go?" She leaned over and looked through the window as far as she could, but the man was nowhere in sight. "He was there, I just saw him!"

"Well maybe he was walking off somewhere," Jazz aid.

"No, I should be able to see him still; there was something funny about him," Amy replied adamantly.

"Amy, even for me, that is a really big pill to swallow. He probably just turned down a side street," Jazz told her helpfully, trying to soothe her friend's nerves while at the same time being completely baffled.

"Yeah, maybe," Amy sighed as she sat back against the booth. She watched as an older man drove down the street recklessly in his beat up green car. She frowned as she heard him whoop and holler as he bounced over potholes littering the cracked pavement everywhere.

'Why is he so familiar?' she wondered to herself as she watched him disappear. 'If he doesn't become a better driver he could kill someone.' Something was making her skin itch; she just couldn't put her finger on what that exactly was.

Missy watched her strangely after that point. Clearly her interest was piqued.

~x~

Later in the Afternoon

~x~

"This was strangely unexciting," Lance said as they walked through the house.

It consisted of upside down chairs and tables nailed to the ceiling, a pair of legs sticking out of the wall, some wine glasses on a tilt and some other silly knickknacks. Amy sighed in boredom. Sure, she liked the state of Florida, but this wasn't exactly her idea of fun.

She frowned again as she gazed around at the mismatched room. The objects seemed familiar to her. She couldn't stop the sense of déjà vu coming over her. But that was impossible, wasn't it? She had never been here before, so how could she remember anything from here? She was roused out of her thoughts by Missy's scathing comment.

"Well of course it is, you dimwit," Missy replied, "I mean, what did you honestly expect?"

"I don't know," Lance shrugged dejectedly. "Something more I guess. Hey, guys, I got it! Why don't I spruce things up a bit around here?" With that, Amy could see some blue light sparking around his fingers like static electricity. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck start to stand at attention as they all started hissing whispers out quickly.

"Lance, put it away!"

"You idiot! Fuck! This is all we need!"

"I knew you shouldn't have had those donuts!"

Missy, Lance, and Amy looked at Jazz with disbelieving looks on their faces. Jazz raised her eyebrows.

"What? I'm just saying I knew it."

"I'm surrounded by imbeciles," Missy hissed out in aggravation.

Amy saw the exit door and they all started pulling Lance in that direction. They towed the warlock out of the small shack and forced him to sit on the ground. Before they had exited the small house, she could have sworn that she saw two men also leaving at the exact same time as them, but through the front door. They had looked oddly familiar and she had a twinge of fear and happiness at seeing them. Ignoring it, she turned back to Lance.

Missy placed her hands on her hips and glared down at the grinning warlock.

"Are you high on sugar or something?" she asked in disbelief.

Amy and Jazz stared in amazement as Lance rolled around on the ground laughing. They had never seen the usually stoic warlock behave like this. He appeared like a child, laughing raucously on the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Amy in confusion as she watched the warlock roll around.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Exactly what I just said, he's high on sugar."

"Is that even possible?" asked Jazz in disbelief.

"Apparently it is," said Missy as she grabbed a hold of Lance. "Amy, meet me back at the motel with Jazz, I'll take Lance."

Amy nodded as Missy disappeared right in front of them with a gentle whoosh of feathers. Before she took off with Jazz, she spotted a group of flowers growing right beside their feet. Leaning down, she was able to see them in more detail. It was a small bunch of delicate blue flowers all nicely clustered together. Picking a small one off, she straightened, gazing down at it.

"Oh, that's a Forget-Me-Not," Jazz explained. "The legend is kind of sad about how it supposedly got its name. But I guess for any whom like tragic love stories, it would suit them. It must be good luck, though, because they're supposed to symbolize eternal friendship. That's not a coincidence," she finished with a wink.

Amy smiled at her as she straightened up and took Jazz's hand. She held the small flower gently but firmly in her left hand. Her right hand grasping Jazz's left firmly between them.

"You know it's kinda weird when Lance gets high off sugar," Jazz stated conversationally. "However, I can't say I'm really surprised."

Amy raised her brow expectantly. "And why's that?"

Shrugging, Jazz said, "Because it's us. Weird shit always seems to happen to us."

Amy laughed as the two of them disappeared from the site.

~x~

Sam and Dean at the Same Shack, Same Time

~x~

Sam and Dean stared at the man that owned the Mystery Spot as they questioned him about his property. Already, a death had taken place, the victim being Sam's own brother. He was furious and distraught thinking that something about this man or this location was sending him through a type of time loop. Gritting his teeth, Sam listened to the man in front of him prattle for ages, trying to rein in his temper and not strangle him and demand answers.

"Boys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," the man said happily, "we could use all the good ink we can get."

"How long have you owned this place, Mr. Kopiac?" asked Sam, a small frown marring his features.

"My family has been guarding the secrets here since you don't even want to know when," the man stated grinning slightly, as if sharing a secret joke with the two brothers.

"So you would know if anything strange happened," stated Sam without even really asking the question.

"Strange? Strange always happens here, it's a Mystery Spot," the man said, grinning at Sam in an undesirable way.

"What exactly does that mean?" asked Sam, his eyes narrowing, really losing the last shreds of patience that he had a grip on.

"Well, uh, it's where the laws of physics have no meaning," the man stated after a slight pause.

Now Sam really lost his patience and couldn't keep the lid fully on his anger. "Okay, like how?" he asked somewhat loudly.

The only kind of answer the man offered him was leaning forward and whispering conspiratorially, "Take the tour."

Sam looked away and slightly puffed out his cheeks with air, taking deep breaths. He tried to relax his shoulders as he stared at the far wall. Dean quickly cut across him in order to take the attention away from his overeager brother.

"The guy that went missing, Dexter Hasselback, did he take the tour as well?" asked Dean, now fishing for more information on the victim.

"Now hang on a sec, what kind of article is this for?"

"Just answer the question," Sam ground out between his teeth.

"The police scoured every inch of this place, they couldn't find that man, and I've never seen him before. We are a family establishment-"

"Listen to me," Sam cut the man off before he could finish his last sentence. "There's something weird going on here, now do you know anything about it or not?"

"Okay. Look. Guys. Umm, I bought the place at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? I used to sell bail bonds," the man tried to explain, becoming increasingly flustered.

Sam merely stared at him with a stony-eyed expression. Dean, seeing the look on his brother's face, quickly interceded. Patting him on the back, he said with a small smile, "Okay, Kojak? Let's get some air." He said this forcefully before he steered Sam out of the house.

Right before they exited the building, a flash of blonde caught Dean's eye and he did a quick double take. He squinted as a door closed on a tall figure. He could have sworn that he had seen someone like her before, but he couldn't get a good look at her face.

But still … something about that long blonde hair … it struck some kind of memory.

They exited the building as the older gentleman watched them go. He breathed out a sigh of relief as they left and mopped his forehead.

~x~

Later that Night on the Street with Sam and Dean

~x~

"I hate to say it, but that place was a piece of crap," Dean said confidently as they walked down the street. It was late at night already. No one was out on the street and the only illumination came from the street lamps every few feet or so.

"Then what is it, Dean?" asked Sam, at a complete loss how to explain this. "What exactly is happening to us?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his face, "I don't know. Alright, lemme just, so you say every day I die?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"And so that's when you wake up again?"

"Yeah."

"So let's just make sure I don't die. If I don't and make it to tomorrow then maybe the loop stops and we'll get a chance at figuring this out," Dean said brightly. "Oh hey, by the way, I saw something off today. Heck, it could have been nothing, but I could have sworn that I would have recognized her had I gotten a better look."

Sam frowned at this. "Who?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Long blonde hair, pale, and pretty tall. But like I said it could have just been anyone."

Sam frowned and mulled it over. "Yeah, I guess. As for your other plan, you think it would work?"

"Worth a shot," Dean said with a shrug. "I say we get some takeout, head back to the motel and lay low until midnight. Then tomorrow we figure out what's going on and maybe run across that blonde again."

Sam somewhat smiled and nods his head.

"All right, good, so who wants Chinese?" he asked as he began to walk away. He took two steps before a large desk was dropped onto him.

Sam jumped and stared in shock at the splattering of red now covering the desk as he tried to digest what he just saw happen. He looked up, and there was the snapped rope and the two movers from earlier that day staring at him with the same shocked expression. Sam began to breathe deeply when suddenly …

His eyes snapped open and "Heat of the Moment" is playing loud and clear on the radio.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean shouted from the other bed as he tied his shoes securely.

Slowly, Sam lay back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

~x~

Back in the Parking Lot

~x~

Amy jumped as she looked around the parking lot. It was the same parking lot, but...wait a minute, when did they get here?

Jazz snorted as she stared at the motel. "Really, Gabe? That the best you could do?"

Gabe arched his brow at her. "Really, Jazz? You still doubt my talents?"

She stared at her friends in bafflement. Didn't they say the exact same thing the other day to each other? What the hell was going on?

Jazz began walking to one of the doors and opened it. Stepping inside, Amy realized it was the exact same room as she had previously seen. Wasn't it the other day? The same beds, sitting area, fireplace, everything was the identical. She placed her bag on one of the beds as she watched Missy going straight into the bathroom. She was in too much shock to even say anything.

'Am I losing my mind?' wondered to herself as she looked around.

"Still getting used to all the perks that come with being around us, huh Aimster?" Gabriel ate his Mars bar with relish as he gazed around. "I think you're doing a phenomenal job, actually."

Amy merely stared at him. That was the same thing that he said the other day…or close to it at least.

When she didn't answer him, he rolled his eyes, magicked up a Mr. Big, and began eating it with the same gusto. She merely averted her eyes and continued to look around.

"So what exactly are we doing here?" asked Lance in confusion. "Gabe? Gabe! Will you quit stuffing your face for a few seconds and answer our question?"

Amy gripped her head as if she had a headache, but she…didn't? Nothing seemed wrong with her. Gabe looked at her concernedly for a few seconds before asking quietly, "Amy, are you feeling okay?"

She nodded her head shakily as she looked up. The rest were staring at her in confusion and Missy was looking at her with a knowing look shining in her eyes. Upon seeing that look Amy knew, intuitively somehow, that Missy knew something was up too. Before she could act on that, though, Gabe spoke up again from beside her. "Maybe you should lie down for a bit."

Shaking her head adamantly she replied, "No, no, I'm fine. Probably just a dizzy spell is all. Missy, can I talk to you in private for a minute please? Outside."

Missy shrugged. "Sure."

Jazz and Lance watched them in confusion as they walked out of the room. Amy and Missy stepped out into the parking lot and stood a little away from the door. Turning to Missy, Amy hissed out, "What the freaking hell is going on?!"

Missy shrugged and sighed. "So you finally caught on too?"

She was slightly taken aback at this and tilted her head in puzzlement. "What do you mean? Wait, are you saying this has happened before already?"

Missy nodded. "For about two Tuesdays now, this day has been repeating itself, with no differences until now. However, it will suddenly end and then begin anew as if nothing has happened. And before you ask, it seems that no one remembers that the day before was Tuesday as well; they just continue acting as if it's a brand new day."

"Why haven't you said anything to me, or any of us for that matter?" hissed Amy in frustration.

Missy rolled her eyes. "I didn't think you would believe me, and besides, I don't know what's causing this. Until I did know I wasn't going to confront you about any of this."

Amy huffed in annoyance. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Missy! We're a team and we have to act as one now. Like it or not, you're a part of us, even if no one really wants to admit it."

Missy arched an eyebrow at this but otherwise remained silent. Amy bit her lip. "Okay, so then why am I remembering now instead of the first day it happened?"

Missy stared off in the distance for a while. "Well, something different must have happened in between the first day and today to make it so that you began remembering."

"But why have you been able to remember?"

Sighing, Missy shrugged. "I'm thinking it potentially has something to do with my nephilim status. However, that still does not explain you."

Amy shrugged, but then she paused. Rummaging in her pants pocket, she found the same blue flower that she had picked the day before. It was slightly crushed, but otherwise okay. "Could this be why?" she asked, holding the flower out in Missy's general direction.

The other nephilim looked and slowly nodded. "Yes, it could be. I am unfamiliar with things when it comes to flower lore, however. Still, keep it, it very well could have been the reason you remembered."

Nodding, Amy held the flower close to her then placed it gently back in her pocket. "So you haven't said anything to Jazz and Lance?"

Missy shook her head. "No, I haven't. Personally, I don't see how much good it would do, considering that if this keeps happening we would have to be continuously explaining this over and over again."

"Yeah, well, I think we're gonna have to. We may need their help and one of them may have an idea," Amy said as she mused the idea over. "Come on, let's go back inside."

Stepping back into the room, it was as if nothing had changed since they had been gone. Gabe polished off the last of the chocolate bar and gazed at them. "I thought you guys had disappeared. And Lance, as to your whole question, I need to check something out for a little bit, so you all be good and I'll see you soon."

Amy wheeled around quickly and stared at him in shock. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Gabe winked at her. "Ah ah, Aim, it's my personal business, no telling." He waved a finger at her reproachfully.

She huffed in annoyance at his condescending display. "Well at least tell us where you're going."

Gabe merely winked at her and disappeared with the blink of an eye. She took a step back and frowned as she and Lance glanced around the room. Jazz, who had been sitting on one of the beds, lifted an eyebrow. It was exactly like yesterday…wait, today…oh, whatever.

"He sure hasn't gotten any less secretive since you two have been dating, has he?" she asked.

Amy turned around and gave her a pissed look. "Okay guys, there's something really screwy happening."

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "You mean more so than usual?"

Amy nodded. "Most definitely."

"Okay, so what's up?" asked Lance as he lounged back in this chair.

"I still think that this may be a bad idea," Missy remarked before Amy could explain.

Jazz rolled her eyes. "I don't remember anyone asking you. Now shut your pie hole, Missy, and Amy, get talking."

Amy shrugged at Missy apologetically as the model-thin blonde glared at Jazz. Miraculously Missy didn't push back but brushed it aside.

"Okay. Anyways, I think we're all stuck in some kind of time loop," Amy began explaining.

"What do you mean, time loop?" asked Jazz, a small frown coming across her face.

"In other words, this Tuesday? It's already happened, yesterday. But today is Tuesday too. So it keeps on repeating itself," Amy said, trying to make them understand.

Jazz and Lance looked at each, other both slightly confused. "Okay, wait, so how many Tuesdays has it been since you've realized this?"

"Only the one for me, but Missy says there's at least been two," she told the two of them.

Jazz narrowed her eyes "And you thought not telling us would be the best course of action?"

Missy snorted gently. "Had I told you anything it stands to reason that you wouldn't have remembered it anyways. I would have had to keep on explaining to you what was going on."

"Wait, so why do you remember now, Amy?" Lance asked as he picked a fingernail. "Why would Missy be remembering this for three days now, but not you?"

She shrugged. "I really don't know how to answer that. All I know is that we have to figure this out."

Jazz snorted and rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously. Anyways, I say we go look around," Jazz said, suddenly more chipper than she had been in a while. "Look! It's beautiful outside! We should go enjoy the Florida weather while we can. And besides, we can't figure out this whole thing unless we get out there and start sleuthing like the Mystery Gang. I'll be Daphne."

Lance shrugged. "I'm down with that. Amy?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah, I guess it would be a good idea." She completely ignored Jazz's last sentence.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to grab something from the bathroom," Missy said as she disappeared again into the other room.

"Perfect!" Jazz exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She placed a finger to her lips in a shushing motion and pointed to the door, after Missy had disappeared. "Let's leave while Missy doesn't know we've gone," she whispered as she started to crawl towards the door on her hands and knees.

Lance raised his eyebrows as they both watched Jazz crawl diligently across the floor towards the door. She wasn't too shocked by this considering she had already witnessed Jazz try this before. Missy stepped out from the bathroom and raised her eyebrow at the otherwise oblivious elf. Amy and Lance hid their smiles as they watched the blonde nephilim lean against the doorframe and stare in amusement at Jazz. She got to the door and slowly raised herself to get the doorknob all the while trying to stay inconspicuous to everyone.

"Jazz, you do realize since we've been through...three Tuesdays to my count that I know pretty well what you're going to do," Missy stated with a smirk crawling across her face.

Jazz stood up quickly, her face beet red with embarrassment. "You know what, Missy? I think you suffer from an acute disease called bitchasitis-"

"Okay! I think it's time to leave!" Amy shouted, ending the argument.

~x~

Walking Down the Street

~x~

They all walked out of the motel room, if you could even call it that, and proceeded down the main strip into the small town. It was small and quaint, barely any cars or people on the street. It reminded Amy again of a sleepy town just starting to wake up. Here and there, you saw some people tiredly yawning as they moved about their business. It was exactly as the day before; Amy even recognized some of the people as they strolled about, going into small businesses. Lance stopped suddenly and pointed to a bakery across the street.

"Hey, let's stop there," he said and began to cross.

"Oh sure, don't wait for our response, just go," Jazz muttered as she rolled her eyes.

"We might as well catch up to him," Missy said as she watched the warlock cross. "Besides, Jazz, he's going to need you babysitting him like always. Poor little hound dog."

Jazz turned red again, "Oh, back off, bitch." She began crossing after him, not even looking back for Amy.

Amy walked up beside Missy and frowned at her. Missy looked down and raised her eyebrows. "What do you want? And why are you giving me that look?"

"You were nice to her the other day," Amy said as a means of explanation. When Missy still seemed to be waiting for her to elaborate, she sighed and continued. "I mean, you were actually treating her with some respect. What the hell was that?"

Missy shrugged as if it were no big deal, "I guess it doesn't matter if it's technically the same day over and over again. Sometimes your mood will change."

Amy gazed at the blonde skeptically. "And that's all that was?"

Missy raised an eyebrow at her and donned one of her famous smirks again. 'Honestly,' Amy thought to herself, 'I should just glue one onto her already and save her the time and trouble of making one of those smirks appear on her face.'

"Who says that I haven't tried different ways of interacting with her?" asked Missy, feigning innocence.

Amy's eyes widened. "What did you do?"

Missy's smirk kept getting wider. "Oh, nothing much that she didn't already want." With that, she began walking across the street to catch up with Lance and Jazz.

Amy stared at her, her mouth hanging open. "Wait, Missy! What do you-? Oh hell, never mind, why do I even bother?"

Rolling her eyes, she quickly caught up with the tall, leggy blonde and together they entered the bakery. Lance was eagerly ordering a variety of donuts and other pastries. She couldn't help but notice that they were the same ones from the day before. After he took his large selection, they all sat at a booth with a large window overlooking the street. Amy and Missy couldn't help both remembering that it was the same booth. As each of them took one, Jazz raised a Boston Crème up to the light and frowned.

"This is your idea of breakfast now?" she asked in disbelief. "It's something Gabe would eat."

"Yes, yes, we know, when he starts bouncing around we'll just throw him outside until he stops," Missy cut across.

"Wait, have I said something like this before?" asked Jazz.

Amy sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yesterday, or today, or whatever. You get the idea. He'll lose it soon, don't worry."

Lance merely ignored them as he continued wolfing down the donuts, oblivious to everything around him.

"Talk about sugar rush," Missy said.

Suddenly, Amy saw the same Caucasian man with the gray suit and the lollipop hanging out of his mouth walking across the street. She frowned and her stomach jumped. Something was up with him. She got up quickly and shoved her way across Missy. Missy let out an indignant "Hey!" but Amy ignored her and raced out of the bakery.

Quickly crossing the street, she ran after the man, watching as he rounded a corner. Picking up speed she sprinted around the corner and then…WHAM! She smacked into something hard and went skidding back. The only thing that saved her from falling to the ground was a strong arm wrapping around her waist.

"Hey, I gotcha," said a deep soothing voice. "Going a little fast there, weren't ya?"

Amy blinked her eyes open and looked up at the owner of the voice. Her eyes widened, and so did his as they both realized who the other was at the exact same time.

"Dean?!"

"Amy?!"

Suddenly, Dean's little brother, Sam, loomed from over Dean's shoulder. His eyes brightened when he saw her; however, she could tell that they shone with something else. Guilt, perhaps?

"Sam! Dean! What are you two doing here?" she asked as she stepped back, forcing Dean to let go of her. Her heart was beating faster upon seeing them. These were the two who had killed Gabe. She couldn't let them know that he was here…well, maybe. She didn't know where he had disappeared to, none of them did.

"Umm, well, you know, just scoping the town," Dean said evasively.

Amy rolled her eyes, "Relax, guys, I know what you do."

Sam and Dean frowned at her. "You do?" they said together. They glanced at each other briefly, and then looked back to Amy.

Amy nodded. Why not come clean? She needed as much help with this as she could get. "Yeah, believe it or not I'm pretty smart."

Sam frowned. "But how? Usually people can't accept what we do is real. How were you able to-"

"I've seen stuff, okay?" she said in a no-nonsense tone.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other nervously at her tone but didn't ask her to elaborate. Finally, Sam worked up enough courage (or so it seemed) to ask her another question.

"I thought you were studying at Crawford. What happened?" he asked, seeming to be genuinely interested.

Amy shrugged. "Life. I realized that I didn't want to be there, so I left."

"Just like that?" asked Dean.

"Yeah."

"But why? You had everything going for-"

"Amy!"

The other three rounded the corner then, interrupting Dean's sentence and making him stop. The others froze upon seeing the hunters. Even Missy, whom Amy didn't think had ever met them, seemed to freeze.

"Hey, I think I remember you guys from Crawford," Dean said conversationally. "Well, not you-" He indicated Missy, "-but you two seem slightly familiar."

"Uhh, this is Lance, Jazz, and Missy." Amy introduced Sam and Dean to her friends, pointing to each one. When pleasantries had been dispensed of they all turned to each other.

Sam coughed awkwardly, "Do they…?"

Amy cocked her head, "Know?" she ventured a guess when she realized that Sam wasn't going to go into detail. "Yeah. Yeah they do. I've told them about some of my experiences so they know what's out there."

Sam nodded, mutely accepting the explanation. Jazz and Lance shifted awkwardly as Missy remained utterly still, gazing at the hunters. Dean saw her and smirked. "Well hello there," he said to her as he sauntered up.

Her eyes narrowed and Amy saw her try not to snarl. "Not interested."

"Oh, come on," Dean said good-naturedly. "I don't bite."

"I do."

"Okay!" Amy quickly intervened at Sam and Dean's incredulous looks that were directed at her…half-sister? Would she technically be a half-sister? Cousin, maybe? Amy mulled this over in her head. Shrugging, she shelved it for a later date. Angels and their family trees had to have some definite weird roots to them. "Okay, this is going to sound weird to you guys, I know, but have any of you noticed anything out of whack happening around here?"

Sam turned to look at her then. Dean did as well, but Amy couldn't help noticing the slight shifting of his eyes every once in a while, straying back to Missy. She had to fight down the smile that was trying to work its way up to her face as Missy studiously ignored him and Jazz looked like her upper lip was curling. Maybe they really would end up together after all; who knew what the future really held.

"Like, what do you mean?" asked Sam. He couldn't help but hope that maybe someone else was experiencing something like he was. He could use the extra support on this.

"Like...Okay, this is going to sound a bit crazy," Amy began before Sam cut her off.

"We deal in crazy, Amy, try us," said Sam, offering her a tight smile.

"Yeah, well," Amy said, scratching her head. "Do you guys feel as if this day has happened already?"

"Like Groundhog Day," said Dean.

"So you do get it?!"

"Well, not me, actually," said Dean with a grin. He indicated Sam. "Sam, on the other hand here, has been going through this for...what? Three days or something already?"

Sam nodded as Amy's eyes got slightly bigger. "That's exactly how long we think it's been happening too!" Amy exclaimed.

Sam frowned at this. "So why do you remember what's going on?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know. We think it may have something to do with this flower," she replied holding up the small plant. "Anyways, what I can't seem to get is why the days restart when they do."

Dean shuffled around as Sam looked at him. "I think I can answer that. Every time Dean dies, the day seems to restart itself all over again."

Amy looked at him with a frown. She could see over his shoulder that the other three, while remaining quiet, were looking at the hunter with a new intensity. So it was connected to him? Why?

"Dean? Wait, why is he dying over and over again?"

Sam opened his mouth to explain but Dean cut in, "Whatever it is must just love my awesome ass."

Jazz snorted at that, rolling her eyes as well. "I've seen some other hot asses."

Dean's eyes narrowed at her. "Yeah, well you can just…forget it."

"Okay, let's go figure this out. You guys have any leads?" asked Amy, fishing for more information.

Sam shook his head. "We questioned the guy that owns the Mystery Spot where the first disappearance seems to have taken place, but that ended up cold. We thought that maybe if we can keep Dean alive for the rest of the day and get him to tomorrow then that would stop the cycle."

Jazz bit her lip and ran her hand through her black hair as she mused, making it stick out in weird directions. "That actually might work."

"Yeah, it sounds a lot easier than it actually is," Sam said as he shook his head.

"Well, with another four pairs of hands, maybe it'll be easier," Amy said, smiling. Even though these were two of the men who had tried to kill Gabe, she didn't think they were bad people. It was their job, and she had to admit to herself sometimes she would like to take a big pointy stick and shove it at the trickster.

Turning on her heel, she began to walk to the corner. "Well, let's hunker down somewhere safe until this day passes and keep you breathing, Dean."

"Wait!"

Sam grabbed her and pulled her away from the street corner. A split second later, an old, beat-up green car came hurtling through the intersection where she had been standing. The old man driving it hollered back at them, "Stay out of the way!"

Amy couldn't help the slight tremor that went through her at that. It was the same old man that she remembered seeing driving recklessly the other day. For all she knew, she had seen him the other days too, just had no recollection of him.

"Wow, you could have been me just then," Dean said as he looked at her with slightly wide eyes.

Amy gazed back at him and cocked her head to the side. As soon as she got her breath back she stammered, "Why's that?"

Sam released her and took a step back, "Because that happened to him like two Tuesdays ago or whatever."

"And?" asked Jazz expectantly.

Sam gave her a small quizzical frown. "And what?"

Jazz shrugged, "Did it look cool, like in the movies?"

Everyone merely stared at her with a deadpan look on their faces. 'Trust Jazz to break the ice that way,' Amy thought to herself.

"He peed himself."

"Of course I peed myself! Man gets hit by a car; you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" Dean exclaimed in an effort to salvage any pride that he may have had.

Jazz tried valiantly, but could not help the laugh that erupted out of her. Amy sighed as she held her head in her hands.

'This is going to be a loooooooong Tuesday,' she couldn't help musing to herself. And as they stood there, she had a bad feeling that they were unfortunately going to live through many more.

~x~

The Diner …. Next Tuesday

~x~

"I still think your all nuts," Dean said after listening to their explanation. "But hey, we'll figure it all out."

The six of them were sitting in the same diner that Sam and Dean had been having breakfast in for the past couple of days. Sam, Amy and Missy sat on one side leaving Jazz, Lance and Dean on the other. It made it a very snug fit but seeing as Dean was going to be the only one eating they could deal.

"Thanks," Sam said with a sigh.

Amy frowned as she saw him looking so dejected, but what could she do? She had no idea what the hell was causing this. What could be powerful enough? She knew Gabe as a trickster was very potent with his tricks but even he had a limit, surely? And to keep resetting the day, along with Dean coming back from being dead would have taken a toll, wouldn't it have? She couldn't help the fact that she was still missing something.

That same day, when they had initially met the brothers, they had gotten flowers for Jazz and Lance to keep on their person. It helped them remember, or better anyways. Their memories were sometimes splotchy about events but they remembered that they had been reliving this day for quite a while now. When they tried it with Dean however, it seemed to have no effect on him.

"So. Uh. You're all stuck in Groundhog Day. Why? What's behind it?" asked Dean puzzled.

Sam shrugged again. "Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now were not so sure."

Dean nodded, "What do we do?"

"Try to keep you breathing, try to make it to tomorrow. That's the only thing we can think of," Sam said as he stared at his brother.

"Shouldn't be too hard," stated Dean confidently. "I mean there's all of you guys working at it at once, right? So how hard can this be?"

"Yeah, right, Dean, I've watched you die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it. And now they see what I mean, and every single time you die we all seem to get recycled all over again and end up with our memories of our previous Tuesdays."

"It's getting redundant and annoying," Missy said dispassionately as she stared out the window.

"Oh I'm sorry my death is boring for you!" Dean huffed out a little loudly. Missy merely quirked an eyebrow but otherwise didn't reply.

Dean gained back some of his control and sighing asked, "Well, nothing's set in stone. You said I order the same thing every day, right?

"Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon," Sam told him shrugging.

Dean turns slightly to Doris, who is standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook. "Scuse me, sweetheart."

They watch as Doris turns around to look at them giving Dean a quizzical look.

"Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" he asks her kindly flashing one of his smiles.

"Sure thing, hun," she says nicely as she turns around to tell the cook and change the order.

"See? Different day already. See, if you and I decide I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die," Dean said confidently as he smiled at all of them.

"Yeah right, watch something's going to happen to compensate that now and none of us are going to be expecting that," said Jazz sulkily. She hadn't been in a very good mood that morning.

Dean frowned at her. "What is with you guys and being so negative? Sheesh have some faith."

Jazz rolled her eyes. "I do have faith. Faith that something is going to probably happen again and we won't be able to stop it."

"Way to be encouraging, Jazz," said Lance rolling his eyes gazing back out the window.

Doris comes over at that moment and placed the plate in front of Dean. It smelled heavenly but for some reason Amy couldn't help the weird feeling curling up in her that it was absolutely pointless to eat right now.

"Thank you," Dean says happily as he unfolds a napkin.

"You sure none of you want anything too?" asked Doris politely.

They all decline kindly and she walks away. As soon as she does Amy's eyes narrow to a slim man sitting at the counter. He's digging into his food but she knows it's the same man. The same man she saw eating that lollipop, that when she went chasing after him, he completely disappeared and she ran into the brothers. There was something about him … she still felt that. But what?"

Dean spears his sausage at the end of his fork and takes a hearty bite of the meat as he begins to chew happily. He gives Sam a wide smirk his eyes twinkling. Sam grins back hesitantly feeling the slight pressure in his chest begin to loosen. Suddenly, Dean pauses and begins to cough and wheeze. His eyes bulge slightly.

"Oh are you kidding me?" Missy said aghast.

Jazz rolled her eyes. "Told you."

Before any of them could move to try and help the hunter he slumped over dead … again.

"Dean. Dean?" asked Sam.

Suddenly, everything swirled out and Amy, Jazz, Lance and Missy snapped back to the same parking lot with Gabe standing in front of them with one eyebrow quirked.

"FUCK!" Jazz yelled at the top of her lungs.

Gabe really quirked his eyebrows at that and looked back at the motel before them. "I didn't think it was that bad."

Jazz's eye twitched and Missy sighed. "I'm shuddering to think what you'll be like another few Tuesdays from now, Jazz if this keeps up."

Somewhere in another hotel Sam's eyes snapped open as heat of the moment began playing beside him on the little, ancient radio. Looking up more he saw his brother sitting on the opposite bed tying his shoes.

"Rise and shine Sammy!" said Dean with a beaming smile.

Slowly, the younger Winchester sank back down onto his pillow again and gazed up at the ceiling.

~x~

Next Tuesday

~x~

Sam was talking on the phone to Amy as he heard the shower start up and Dean begin his morning ritual. "No, I think the best course of action is just to keep him inside for the day, that way less of a chance maybe that he'll die."

"Okay Sam," he heard Amy's voice over the receiver. "We'll keep working on this from our end and call you if we come up with anything."

Before he could answer he heard Dean shout out from the bathroom, "You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?"

Sam sighed wearily. "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday!"

"Whatever that means," Dean said with a shrug as he disappeared back behind the curtain.

"Sam?"

"Yeah Amy, sorry I'm back. So-"

Before he could finish what he was going to say he heard a quick yelp and a thud coming from the bathroom.

Then he woke up once again to heat of the moment.

~x~

Tuesday

~x~

All of them were in the Winchester's motel room beginning to wolf down some of the tacos that they had picked up and hustled over. Just as Amy bit into her vegetarian taco she noticed Dean staring at his own with a small frown on his face.

Watching him in puzzlement she frowned, "What's wrong, Dean?"

He held up his taco as a means to an explanation. "Do these taste funny to you?"

Her eyes began to widen, but before anything could happen she came to again outside of the motel in the middle of the parking lot.

~x~

The Mystery Spot (night)

~x~

Loud thuds had been coming from the Mystery Spot house late at night. Tearing wood and smashing of glass resounded throughout the small isolated spot. Amy stood a little ways back with Lance and Missy as they watched Sam and Jazz going at it like a bunch of bulldozers at the walls of the small place.

The owner of the place sat before them tied and gagged to a rickety wooden chair, Dean crouching beside him trying to reassure the poor fellow as he watched his business being torn down around him. Amy couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor man. He looked as if he was ready to have a heart attack as he sweated profusely.

Give it a few days and Jazz had royally and completely snapped like Sam. They were both at their wits end; and while Lance, Missy and herself seemed to be keeping it together that would probably change in a couple more Tuesdays if they didn't figure this out.

"Everybody's fine, nobody's gonna get hurt, okay? Sammy?" asked Dean after he had reassured the owner. The man merely looked at him with blown out pupils.

Missy bit her lip beside her; probably in an effort to not say something scathing about the situation. Amy couldn't help the slight shudder of relief that passed through her at that. They didn't really need any of those kinds of comments at this moment. Lance felt her shudder and huddled slightly closer to her. She looked up at him and smiled in thanks.

Sam and Jazz both stopped and turned at the sound of Dean's voice.

"Maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, what do you say?" asked Dean politely as if afraid that his brother was going to charge him with the sledgehammer.

"Something's gotta be going on here. We intend to find out what," Sam stated harshly.

"Yeah!" Jazz joins him. "And I refuse to live through another goddamn Tuesday!"

They both turn back around and begin to swing at the walls again. More wood goes flying and big gaping holes begin to form where they've struck.

"Place is tore up pretty good, dude. Time to give it a rest," he stated decisively as he looked around at the ruined place.

"NO! I'm gonna take it down to the studs," Sam shouted back at his brother as he kept on swinging mindlessly at the wall.

Dean stood up and smirked, "Sammy, that's enough, give me the axe."

"Leave it, Dean," Sam threatened his brother as he came near him. Jazz had paused upon seeing the brothers begin to get slightly less mindful. She took a cautious step back from them.

"Give it."

"No, you give it."

"Let it go."

"No."

"Well this can't end well," Missy finally snarled. Amy rolled her eyes; it seemed that Missy couldn't keep her snarl button off even if it would kill her. She walked toward the brothers, hopefully, to stop this argument before Dean ended up dead … again.

"Let it go, come on!"

"Dean, leave it, please—" Sam begged his older brother.

Before Amy could get any closer; Jazz, the owner and herself were all splashed by a spray of red. She flinched and froze instinctively holding her hands up to try and shield herself. Missy and Lance stared at them mouths wide open in complete shock.

"Dean?"

There's a loud thud onto the floor as Amy stares in shock through the blood coating her features. The old man sitting frozen in his chair up to this point, begins to scream hysterically through the duct tape.

~x~

The Diner

~x~

Their whole group enters the diner sullenly. The cashier in the front hands Mr. Pickett his change as the man grumbles to himself.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett," says the cashier somewhat cheerily.

Mr. Pickett grumbles, "Yeah, yeah," as he turns to leave the diner. Sam bumps into the man before he leaves but otherwise doesn't make any comment. He follows his brother to the same booth that they've been sitting at for the last hundred Tuesdays. Amy and Jazz go in his side, while Lance and Missy fit themselves on the other side with Dean.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." They hear the waitress tell the man sitting at the counter. The man, Cal, passes her some change and utters, "Coffee."

As they get comfortable Amy notices the same man sitting at the counter. Now she knows after the last hundred Tuesdays that he's eating pancakes. She's starting to become sick of seeing the same people over and over again. There's still something off about him though and it's driving her nuts. It's been one hundred Tuesdays practically and she still can't put her finger on it. Before she can think more on the subject Dean's voice drags her out of her musings.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," he says with a grin at them. "By the way you guys haven't mentioned why you're in town."

"Believe me we have," Jazz mutters tiredly with her face scrunched up from resting it in the palm of her hand. "We just don't see the reason to keep repeating ourselves every single day because you don't remember."

Dean opens his mouth to ask, with a questionable frown on his face when Sam puts a set of keys from his pocket on the table. Dean cuts off mid-sentence and looks from them to Sam; momentarily diverted from what he was about to ask Jazz.

"What are those?" he asks in confusion as he stares at his brother.

"The old man's. Trust me; you don't want him behind the wheel," Sam says in a dead tone of voice.

Doris comes up at that point in time, her notebook out and pen poised to take their orders. "You boys ready?"

"Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee," Dean says with the same smile. Amy can't help the eye twitch that she feels pass. It's the exact same smile for the last…hundred…days.

"Hey, Doris?" asks Lance finally saying something after the last twenty or so Tuesdays. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How'd you know that?" she asks in shock as she stares at the warlock.

Lance shrugs, "Lucky guess."

When Doris walks away Missy snorts delicately and turns to him. "Just had to say it didn't you."

"I thought it was prudent after she shot me right in the- you know what? Never mind." Lance lapsed into silence again as he gazed moodily out the window.

Jazz rolled her eyes at that. "It was still funny," she mumbled too quietly that only Amy could hear. Amy couldn't help the tight lipped smile that spread across her face.

Dean stares in confusion at them for a few seconds. He shakes it off. "You know what never mind. I'm not gonna even ask. Okay," he points at Sam and levels his eyes at him, "so you think your all caught in some kind of what, again?"

"Time loop," Sam says staring at him with listless eyes.

"Like Groundhog Day," Dean tries to rationalize.

Sam shrugs wearily. "Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it."

Dean snorts. "Jeez, aren't you grumpy."

Sam stares at him and his eyes narrow. The rest of them feel the mood become tense as he levels a slight glare at his 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."

Dean frowns at him in confusion, "What?"

Doris comes at this time, right on cue, with a tray of coffee, food and a hot sauce bottle.

"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap!" she cries in slight shock. Sam catches the bottle before it can even remotely get to touch the floor. He forcefully slams it on the table and stares moodily straight at Dean.

"Thanks," Doris says appreciatively as she walks away with the empty tray.

"Nice reflexes," Dean concedes as he nods his head in approval.

"I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen," Sam rebukes him not accepting the compliment.

"You don't know everything," Dean scoffs as he scratches his face.

Sam's eyes narrow at that pronouncement, "Yeah, I do actually."

Before anyone can say anything both of the brothers simultaneously say, "Yeah, right. Nice guess."

Sam remarks tiredly, "It wasn't a guess."

Amy, Lance, Missy and Jazz mindlessly watch this play out like it does every other Tuesday. None of them feel the need to intervene. Jazz leans over and grabs Dean's coffee from beside him as she takes a tired sip from the steaming mug.

"Out of all the Tuesdays we've seen so far this is my favorite part," she remarks as she places the mug down and stares at the dark swirling liquid. Although she claims it's her favorite, none of them are any the wiser considering how she acts when she says it.

Sam and Dean talk at the exact same time again cutting out what Jazz had just said, "Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam."

The lean over the table dramatically and glare into each other's eyes at the same time. Amy this time reaches over for the cup of coffee. Jazz pouts as she watches her friend steal it to which she gives her a hard look.

"Oh come on, I'm going to need it for this exchange between them."

Jazz merely huffs and indicates for her to have it. Meanwhile Sam and Dean begin speaking at the same time … again.

"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 throws up his hands in defeat before finishing what he was about to say, "Okay enough!" He shouts in exasperation as Sam shuts up immediately.

"That's not all. Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers?" He inquires as he nods his head in the general direction of the man. "At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit."

At that point the judge knocks over his chocolate milk causing it to spill all over the counter and onto the floor. Dean winces as Jazz snorts.

"I will never look at furries the exact same way again," she remarks. Lance hides his face in his arms and begins to laugh his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Why? How did you look at them before?" asks Missy. Jazz rolls her eyes but stays silent.

"Over there, that's Cal," Sam continues oblivious it seems to Lance's complete and utter breakdown. "He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."

Dean frowns at him in confusion, "What's your point?"

Missy sighs in exasperation, "His point is that we've lived through every possible Tuesday. Watched you die every possible way. We've ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we all know to save your sorry ass and we can't. No matter what we all do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday all fucking over again."

Dean looks at her aghast. Before he can say anything Jazz interrupts him. "Dean we've seen and heard from Sam, when we weren't exactly there yet, how you've died. You've given 1001 ways to die a new meaning for me. I mean strangled, ran over by a car, shot, axed, food poisoning, you've slipped in the tub; which by the way gave me a whole new meaning to not dropping the soap. You've been electrocuted, used as an archery range practice dummy, don't ask by the way. You even went out like Coyote Wild in one of those freak cartoons with a desk on top of you, or whatever, and that's only naming a few!"

"He wasn't the only one," Lance mumbles out from his crossed arms.

Amy sighed tiredly. "I think it's time we got some fresh air." Something about what Jazz had just said struck a chord but she ignored it as they all got up and walked out of the diner. As they walked down the main drag a beautiful Golden Retriever stands near a bike post.

"Dog," Sam said lifelessly. The dog begins barking at them as they pass and whimpered when they left him alone.

"There's gotta be some way out of this," Dean remarked mulling about this in his mind as they continued walking.

"Where's my dang keys?"

They pass the man from earlier, Mr. Pickett, rummaging through his pockets. He grumbles out angrily, "Where's my dang keys?"

"Excuse me."

Dean then collides with a blonde girl with his shoulder. He holds up his hands in apology and she gives him a nervous smile, "Excuse me," she quietly says then keeps heading off with a stack of papers cradled in her arms.

"She's kinda cute," Dean can't help but muse.

Suddenly, Dean stops and places a hand on Sam's shoulder thereby halting all of them. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" He runs back to the blonde girl that he just smacked as they watch him in confusion. "Scuse me, miss!"

Starring after him, they all remark simultaneously, "No."

The young girl hands Dean one of her flyers and continues on down the street. He comes back up to them and shows them all the paper. They see the word "MISSING" in bold letters at the top with a picture smack in the middle. A small paragraph at the end explains who the man was and a short description.

"Hundred Tuesdays and none of you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" asked Dean raising his eyebrows. They all shrug until Sam's eyes widen.

"It's the guy who went missing," Sam exclaims as he takes the picture excitedly. He's so wrapped up in this revelation that he had completely tuned out his brother. Finally coming to, he frowns at his brother in confusion, "Yeah?"

"That's his daughter back there," Dean states jerking his thumb back at the slowly retreating figure.

Sam's eyes widen comically as he sprints after the girl, the others, except Dean, following closely on his heels. He shouts out to her, "Ma'am?"

The dog growls and barks at Dean again. He smirks down at the beautiful, golden dog. "Hey buddy! Somebody need a friend? Good boy—aaah!

~x~

Diner … Again

~x~

Sam sits across the booth from Dean again typing away at his laptop. Amy helps his search and together they begin to dig up more and more facts as Dean wolfs down his breakfast across from them. Jazz, sits the most cheerful since she remembered this happening. She happily stacks the coffee creamers in little pyramids, her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth. Even Lance seems the most aware ever, judging by his prior behavior over the last couple of days. Even Missy is sitting straight up again and scrutinizing the area closely as if looking for something in particular. Amy didn't remember any of her friends being this in tune for a while now. Must be the new lead that Sam and her were working on right now and the fact that they may be getting somewhere finally.

"You guys able to find anything yet?" asked Lance as he reached over and grabbed a piece of Dean's bacon. Dean glared at him but otherwise didn't say anything.

Amy bit her thumb as she watched Sam scroll down the site. "Yeah, we think so anyways."

Lance waited for a few minutes. "Well?" he asked as he waved the piece of bacon around.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him in confusion. Eyes widening she shook her head. "Yeah, sorry. Well the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is."

Dean frowned. "What is he?"

Sam rubbed his chin before answering. "Well I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog."

The man that had been sitting at the counter wipes his mouth, places his napkin on the plate and then calmly leaves the diner. Amy watches him go her eyes slightly narrowing at his retreating back. She looks at his place on the counter and takes in his empty plate, the bottle of pink syrup. Wait ... pink? Twisting she looks behind her but the man is already long gone.

"He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites—he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business." Sam's voice intrudes on her thoughts and she slowly turns back around, biting her lower lip. Missy watches her reaction and arches a beautifully plucked eyebrow. "Here." Sam twists his laptop around so that Dean can read the article.

"Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior? More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself," Sam said in agreement. He turned the laptop back around to face himself as Dean went back to his food.

"By the way, when'd you have time to do all this research?"

Jazz snorts, "Oh believe me, we haven't had any shortage of time."

"Come on," Sam says as he gets up and takes the laptop with him. Dean begins to laugh at him and Sam looks at him in puzzlement. "What's so funny?"

"I just, it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts," he remarks casually as he places some bills on the table.

Sam frowns as his mind begins to whirl again. "You're right, that is just desserts."

Amy looks up suddenly a large stone falling into the pit of his stomach. Oh no, she looks up at Missy across the table from her. The other nephilim is staring at her with a sad expression crossing her face. It's then that she realizes that she knew; looking at Jazz and Lance they refuse to meet her eyes. They all knew…right from the start. Sure, she had a suspicion that it was Gabe behind this but this seemed a little extreme for a trickster. She felt as if she was going to be sick.

"What's wrong?" asks Dean as he frowns puzzled by her actions. "You seem a little sick there, Amy."

I'm fine," she stammers out. Wait, so that man. She looks back at the counter and see's the otherwise innocent pink syrup sitting there still not touched. Nothing…ever…changes. She thought her eyes were beginning to tear up. So that's why the man struck something inside her; it was Gabe all along.

Sam then looks at the counter to where her eyes had travelled. He takes in the pink maple syrup streaks left on the plate and the innocent little container housing more of the stuff. His eyes widen as he remembers the man sitting here earlier.

"I think you just cracked it right there Amy."

Dean looks back and forth between the two of them in confusion. "Wait, I'm sorry, I'm lost. What just happened."

"Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays; all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" Sam stated this as if Dean should understand him. Needless to say, Dean looks at him as if he had lost his marbles.

"It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean says this theatrically as he begins to head for the door.

Sam grits his teeth as he stares out the window that the man must have passed not too long ago. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me."

Amy feels her stomach twist painfully; her heart begins to beat a million miles a minute. Lance, Jazz and Missy still refuse to look her in the eye. Before she even knows it, it's Tuesday again.

~x~

In the Motel Room after Gabe Leaves

~x~

"You knew! You all knew from the start and you didn't bother to maybe clue me in!?" Amy asked them aghast.

She was pacing around the spacious room as Lance, Jazz and Missy stared at her. All of them had looks of anguish and guilt written over their features. Amy's mind was buzzing, she couldn't exactly stop them, no one deserved what Sam had been going through for the last few days, and yet Gabe was more than just a friend for her. She was torn; she knew that if push came to shove she would choose Gabe. However, she knew that she deserved to know what was exactly going on here, for the brothers to deserve this. Yeah, sure, they had tried to kill him before, but did that really warrant all of this? Hadn't Gabe gotten back at them for that over a hundred times? When was it too much?

"We really didn't know one hundred percent, Amy," Missy tried to talk to her.

Amy waved the explanation away. She stopped in front of them and clasped her hands in front of her, as if in prayer and looked at the three of them. "Tell me, why is he doing this?"

"Because he's the trickster," Lance said automatically as if that was a good enough explanation.

Amy shook her head. "No, Lance. See I get where tricksters will knock people down a peg for injustices that a trickster believes that they have committed against another person. Or knocking down the high and mighty. But this is way too far. Killing Dean over a hundred times already…that's overkill, no pun intended. There has to be something else to this."

Lance sighed and Jazz bit her lip. "Amy, we can't tell you."

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the willowy elf. "Can't or won't?"

Jazz's big, green eyes began to tear up. Missy glared at this and stood suddenly getting up in her face.

"Look, I get your pissed, fuck I would be too! But that gives you no right to take it out on any of us! Look, we've all been dealt a crappy hand in this and were just trying to do the best we can with the cards we have. It may not look like it to you right now Amy but Gabe does the things he does for a reason. And just because maybe he doesn't trust you enough with what's going on with him doesn't mean you can just lash out at us! The people who are trying to help you!"

"Missy-"

Missy held up her hand in Lance's general direction. "No Lance shut up. She obviously really needs some fucking crap knocked into her, and since none of you are willing I'll play the big bad and do it for you. Amy, if you have a problem with Gabe, or you feel like he's not trusting and talking to you then you have to tell him that and not us. You guys are practically in a relationship! So it's about time that you start acting like you are!"

Amy bit her lip and looked down at the rug. "You're right," she said whispering in the quiet room. "I really need to grow up and handle these things better. You're absolutely right Missy." She looked up at the model nephilim as Missy breathed hard in front of her. "I'm a baby." When Jazz opened her mouth to rebuke this Amy shook her head. "No, Jazz. Just let me talk. I never have been good with voicing how I feel about certain situations or relationships and it's always made me shun away from them. Then I met Gabe and he blew down all the walls that I've ever had. He made me really see that maybe there still is a lot of good out there if you know where to look." She took a deep breath then continued on. "I'm a whiner, and a perfectionist, I'm a person who hates talking when it comes to my feelings. I like to excel at everything I do and I take compliments wherever I can; even if they aren't the best because I think I've always just wanted to be accepted wherever I go. I'm a cutter, or I was because I didn't know how to deal with all my emotions and that made me weak. I know I'm different and people always stare at me because I'm too tall, to thin, or pale like there's no color in me. The thing I hold highest to myself, my brain, is the thing that sets me apart the worse and I get ridiculed because of it. I've always just wanted friends who liked me for me and not to use me. I've always just wanted a real family I guess; people who I can trust and who can trust me. And when I see things like this and realize Gabe still hasn't told me things, important things that I feel I should know about, it just brings up all my old insecurities." She took a shaky breath and twisted her fingers in front of her in a fit of nervous energy. "I just don't want to disappoint you. Any of you."

It was quiet for a while and then Jazz slowly stood up with Lance and they walked closer to where Amy and Missy stood motionless in the middle of the room. Even Missy looked as if she had swallowed a frog at this outpouring of emotions.

"Amy," Lance began gently. "You're not a disappointment, for any of us. In fact, your one of the most interesting people that I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I hate to hear about what you've done with yourself, and when I see your scars it's just a reminder to me that I wasn't there for you when you really needed my help. I swore to myself that that would never happen again and I'm living up to that promise now. I want you to know that without a shadow of a doubt, we will always be here for you. You will never be alone not as long as we can help it. And I don't see some washed out has been who's too tall for her own good. I see a beautiful, lustrous, powerful, young woman who's just starting out in life. She has a bright future ahead of her and I want to be there with you for every step that you take." He leaned over after that and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "So lets leave these things in the past from now on? Hmm? What do you say?"

Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his warm, soft lips against her forehead and slowly opened them again when he pulled away. Nodding at him she smiled as Jazz pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well thanks a lot Lance," she huffed out in annoyance, "there's no way I can even follow that!"

The four of them all laughed as the phone begins to ring in the background. Walking towards it she picked it up. "Hello?"

"Ready?"

Looking back at the other three she smiled. "Yeah, let's get this settled."

~x~

Back in the Diner

~x~

They all sit, crammed into the booth again; Amy and Sam both stare intently at the man's back as he eats his pancakes. Her eyes narrow as she studies him. The syrup container sitting beside him on the counter is plain today and she tries to calm her rapidly beating heart.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?"

Sam doesn't even look at Dean. "Eat your breakfast."

The man gets up, drops some money, and proceeds to leave out the diner door. Sam and Amy quickly rise and begin to follow him out, Jazz hot on her heels.

"What's in the bag?" Dean shouts from behind. Mumbling a few choice curse words he slams some money on the table and gets up to follow them. Missy and Lance beam past him to catch up with the other three.

They follow him for a short way until he turns a corner. Sam quickly rushes him from behind, grabs his shoulder, spins him around and slams him against a chain link fence at his back. He glares at him in silent rage as he levels a wooden stake at his throat.

"Hey!" The man shouts out in indignation.

"Sam! Wait!" Amy shouts from behind as she tries to get in the middle.

"I know who you are. Or should I say what." He snarls in the man's face as he digs the stake a little deeper into his neck. "Amy stay out of this."

"Oh my god, please don't kill me," he pleads with Sam as Amy is finally able to shove her way in between the two of them. She places her hands on Sam's chest in a pleading gesture and stares up at him.

"Sam please just wait," she tries to plead with him.

"Uh, Sam?" Dean begins to ask hesitantly from behind him.

"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it." Sam says this completely ignoring his brother and Amy who are both trying to talk to him.

"What?"

"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?" Sam said his nostrils flaring in aggravation. Amy can feel her heart going like a runaway train in her chest, and if no one can hear it then that's just amazing to her.

"Yeah, sure, okay." The man tries to appease Sam and his anger. He glances down nervously at the sharp stake pressing against his neck. "Just put the stake down!"

"Sam, maybe you should—"

"No!" Sam shouts out at his brother in his anger. Dean takes a slight step back at the animosity his brother exudes. "There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster."

"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space—" he begins to plead to Sam in a quick, nervous voice. However, Sam cuts him off before he can get too far.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

Suddenly, the man gives Sam a sly smirk as he instantly morphs and his disguise falls away. Amy, Sam and Dean look on in shock as Gabe stands back looking at them. Jazz, Lance and Missy all quietly sigh in the background.

With a wide grin he replies, "Actually, bucko, you didn't."

"Gabe?" Amy whispered. She knew it was true but seeing it with her own eyes upset her more than she could really say. It wasn't the fact that he was a trickster and this was what he did, no, it was how far this had gone. She had watched Sam become increasingly distraught with no way to alleviate the pain that came forth from his eyes each time his brother died. Gabe looked at her when she whispered his name and a small light seemed to burn in his eyes. However, at Sam's next question his attention snapped away from her.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" he asked Sam with a wide smirk still plastered across his face.

"And Hasselback, what about him?" asked Dean a frown ruining his otherwise angelic features.

"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." Gabe laughs at his own joke for a minute as if reminiscing about doing that to the man. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Sam asked trying to control his anger. Amy could hear it bleeding through though, and the way his hand shook as he kept the stake pointed at Gabe.

"One, yes. It is fun." Gabe said in all seriousness. She could feel a large stone seem to drop in the pit of her stomach at this admission. Gabe continued on though. "And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?"

"You son of a bitch," Sam snarled at him.

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

"Sam?" Amy asked hesitantly. "What's he talking about?"

Ignoring her Sam hissed out, "Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." He pressed the stake more viciously into Gabe's neck and the trickster's eyes widened.

Amy forced herself in between them more and grabbed Sam's arm harder forcing him to release some of the pressure on the stake. If she wasn't careful he would notice her in-human strength though. She accomplished her task but Sam still looked at her in shock. She tried to plead with him, only using her eyes, that she was sorry.

Gabe cut in though at this point distracting the both of them. "Oh-oh, hey, whoa! 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."

"You're lying," Sam said somewhat confidently his heart fluttering like mad in his chest.

"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner," Gabe says to Sam. Amy sees Sam hesitate and look at Dean for a few seconds. He breathes deeply then looks back at the trickster.

"No. Easier to just kill you," he decides resolutely.

"Sam! No!" Amy shouts as she stands in front of him protectively. Lance, Missy and Jazz lurch forward in some kind of effort to stop what's happening in front of them. "Sam, don't do this, because I will stop you if it has to come to that."

Sam looks at her, his eyes scrunched in puzzlement. "Amy, move. You saw what he did!"

"Yes I did! And I know that he went too far Sam but please listen to me; just walk away from this one. He won't bother you again I swear! But please do this for me," she pleaded with the younger Winchester.

He looked at her in utter confusion. Shaking his head he gripped the stake harder. "I'm sorry Amy but I can't let him get away with this. Get away from him or I'll drag you away."

"Sam-"

Gabe whistled at this, "Wow Samsquatch you sure now how to get all matcho domination on some poor woman don't you. But I'm sorry kiddo, I can't let you hurt or kill me and I definitely can't let you hurt my girl here."

Then Gabe brings his hands up on either side of her and snaps his fingers and the world fades away.

A/N: Not quite done yet :) let me know what you all thouht if you want! Or just show your support in favs or follows. Thank you :D