At Hell's Gates

by mrsemmettcullen12

What if Sam had a twin sister? This is the story of Dean and Sam with a sister, Alex.

32. Last Christmas

This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.

Chapter 32

The Winchester siblings walked through an old warehouse, their flashlights out as they walked. They spotted a puddle of blood by a dumpster and they rushed over to find a man lying on the ground. His neck was ripped open, the blood on the ground belonging to him as he held his hands up to his wound to staunch the continuous bleeding. The siblings fell to their knees beside him.

"Hey, we're gonna get you some help, alright?" said Sam.

"Where is she? Where'd she go?" asked Dean.

The man used one hand and pointed, indicating that she had disappeared behind the dumpster. Dean stood up and walked behind the dumpster while Alex and Sam stayed with the man. Dean turned one corner and walked swiftly down one small hallway, keeping an eye out for the female vampire they were on the search for. The hallway led him outside, into an alley. Dean looked all around, but still saw no sign of the vampire. He sighed as a slight drizzle began to fall, but then an idea overcame him. He pulled back his shirt and jacket sleeves and held the blade of his knife up to his forearm. He took a deep breath in before he gently sliced his arm, groaning as blood began pouring from his wound. The blood dripped down his arm as he stood there and waited for the female vampire to make herself known. After a few seconds, she came around the corner, blood all over her chin and her vampire fangs protruding from the front of her mouth. She stared at him and Dean smirked at her.

"C'mon, c'mon," he whispered.

She stepped slightly closer and Dean threw his blade to the side.

"C'mon, free lunch!" he yelled.

She finally launched herself at him, attacking his neck, but before she could sink her fangs into him, Dean pulled out a syringe of dead man's blood and stuck it in her neck, injecting her with it. She fell off of him, her eyes fluttering closed and Dean winced as he swiped at his neck, a slight sting from where her fangs had nicked him. Sam and Alex walked outside and looked at Dean.

"Cutting it a little close there, don't you think?" asked Sam.

He motioned to Dean's neck and then Dean's arm, but Dean just shrugged.

"Nah. It worked, didn't it?"

Alex shook her head.

"C'mon, let's get her back to the motel."

Sam picked up the unconscious vampire and threw her over his shoulder, following his siblings back to the Impala and then they drove back to the motel.

Back at the motel, the siblings had pushed all of the furniture against the door and windows to block out the sunlight. The vampire was tied up in a chair in the middle of the room as the siblings stood in front of her, waiting for her to wake up. They stared her down as her head finally shot up, her eyes opening. She blinked as she adjusted to the light and she took a deep breath in through her nose. Dried blood was still all over her chin and she looked up at Dean first.

"You with us?" called out Dean.

The girl winced at Dean's voice and she tried to move around, her bonds too tight as she struggled.

"Oh, yeah. You're not going anywhere," said Dean, winking at her.

"Where's your nest?" asked Sam.

The girl stopped her struggling and looked over at Sam.

"What?"

"Your nest! Where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out!" yelled Dean.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," cried the girl.

She had stopped her struggling, but now she was crying as she looked between all of them.

"Please, I just don't feel good!"

She looked at Alex, who looked the most sympathetic towards her.

"Please, just let me go."

Sam smirked, and the girl looked over at him again.

"Yeah, you know we're not gonna do that."

"Look, I'm telling you the truth! I just, I took something and now I'm freaking out! I don't even know what's going on!" said the girl.

Sam walked over to the girl's chair, crouching down to be at her eye level.

"You took something?" he asked gently.

"Yes! And I can't come down. I just wanna come down," she said.

Her cries had stopped long ago. She just looked scared and confused now, leaving the siblings to be confused as well.

"What's your name?" asked Alex.

"Lucy. Please, just let me go," she pleaded once again.

"Alright, Lucy, how about this. If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go," suggested Sam.

Lucy looked at all of them, checking to make sure that they weren't lying.

"You will?"

Dean let a fake smile spread across his face, encouraging her to tell her story.

"Okay. Um, I don't really… Um, it's not that clear. Uh, I was at Spider…"

"Spider?" asked Dean.

Lucy looked over at him, nodding, as Sam stood up from his crouch and walked over to stand by Alex once again.

"It's the club on Jefferson Avenue. Anyway, there was this guy there and he was buying me drinks."

"And this guy. What's he look like?" asked Alex.

"Um, he was old, like 30. He had brown hair, a leather jacket. Deacon, or Dixon, or something like that. He said he was a dealer, and he had something for me. Something new. So, he put a few drops in my drink."

"Was the drug red and thick?" asked Dean.

Lucy nodded in the affirmative and Dean clucked his tongue.

"Huh. Genius move there."

Sam and Alex shook their heads in disbelief as Lucy looked over at Dean, very confused.

"That was vampire blood he dosed you with."

"What? You're crazy! He gave me Roofies or something!"

Lucy looked around at all three of them.

"The next thing I know, we're at his place and he says he's gonna get me something to eat and for me to just wait. But I get so hungry."

"So you busted out," stated Sam.

Lucy nodded.

"Yeah. But it won't wear off. Whatever he gave me."

Dean walked back over to stand in front of Lucy and began asking her questions.

"Lights too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?"

"Yeah. And smells. And I can hear blood pumping," whispered Lucy.

"Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart. But your blood's never pumping again," said Dean.

"No, not mine. Yours. I can hear a heart beating from like, half a block away. I just really want it to stop," cried Lucy.

Sam and Alex looked at the poor girl with sympathy while Dean leaned down in front of the girl, his hands resting on the arms of her chair.

"Listen, it's never going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."

Lucy shook her head diligently, her eyes welling up with tears.

"No, it wasn't real, it was the drug. Please."

Sam and Alex nudged their heads toward the corner, so Dean followed them over there.

"This poor girl," whispered Alex.

"Yeah, well, we don't really have another choice," said Dean.

Sam scoffed and looked back at Lucy, a sad look on his face. Dean pulled out his knife and walked back over to Lucy, who began protesting as she saw Dean walk towards her, holding his knife.

"No, please, don't," she pleaded. But Dean didn't listen and Alex and Sam winced and looked away as they heard her cries stop once Dean had chopped off her head.

Alex looked up at Sam, who looked down at her sadly.

"I hate that, Sammy," whispered Alex.

"I know, sis. I know."

That night, Dean, Alex, and Sam walked into the packed club, Spider.

"Well, this is a big fat waste of time," said Dean, yelling so he could be heard over the obnoxiously loud music.

"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy. All last night, from here. I'm telling you, this is the hunting ground," said Sam, looking around.

"Hey," said Alex.

She pointed across the street where a man had his arm draped across a young blonde girl's shoulders. She was clinging onto him as they walked, turning a corner and disappearing from view. The three of them ran across the street, discreetly following the couple once they got closer. Right as the man went to pour a drop of the vampire blood onto the girl's tongue, Dean grabbed his arm and punched him straight in the face.

"Get out of here. Go!" yelled Alex, grabbing the young girl by the arm and leading her away from the back alley that they were all now standing in.

The girl obeyed the orders, running as fast as she could in her heels and away from the fight. The man shoved Dean against the brick wall and began running away from the scene, so Sam chased after him.

"Dean!" yelled Alex, running over to help her brother stand up from his slight crouch against the wall.

"I'm good! Let's go," said Dean.

Alex nodded and they followed after Sam, coming to a quick halt once they rounded another corner. There, straight in front of them, stood Gordon Walker and one of the men who had attacked Sam a few weeks earlier when Alex and Dean were going after the rabbit's foot and Bella. The siblings only remained still for a few seconds before ducking behind a car that was in the alley as Gordon and the man shot at them. They hid against the wall of an adjacent alley as the men reloaded their guns.

"Alright, you guys run. I'll draw 'em off," said Dean, breathing heavily.

"What?" yelled Sam.

"Dean, that's crazy!" yelled Alex.

Dean ignored them and ran out from the alley, Gordon and the man shooting at him as he climbed atop a car and ran from them. They kept shooting as Dean disappeared over a railing and into a parking garage. The one man ran over and followed Dean, while Gordon slowly walked forward, looking for Sam and Alex. He looked around the corner, but they were already gone.

Sam and Alex paced around the motel room, anxiously waiting for Dean to arrive back at the motel. Sam peeked out of the window, moving the curtains back so he could see out of it. He let the curtains fall back into place once there was no sign of Dean. Alex sat down in the middle of her bed and Sam sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

"Relax, Sammy. He'll be here soon, I just know it."

Alex rubbed his back soothingly and Sam's body visibly relaxed, his body and especially his shoulders and back becoming way less tense. A few minutes later, Dean walked through the door and both Alex and Sam stood up to greet him.

"Sorry, guys, I stopped for a slice," explained Dean, patting his stomach.

He removed his jacket and placed it on the coat hook in the room before he faced his siblings.

"So I guess Gordon's out of jail."

"Well, yeah, I guess so. How the hell did he even know where to find us?" asked Alex.

They all stood there in thought for a second before realization dawned on Dean's face.

"That bitch."

Dean pulled out his phone and dialed a number, pressing the phone to his ear as it rang.

"Hi, Bella. Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your sorry ass, was it?"

"Nope, Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were," she responded.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, he had a gun on me. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?" said Bella, a slight laugh coming through her tone of voice.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was coming by! He tried to kill us, Bella!"

"Oh, I'm sorry then. I didn't realize it was such a big deal."

"Bella, I swear to all that is holy. If we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is find you and kill you," vowed Dean.

"You're not serious?" asked Bella.

"Listen to my voice and then tell me if I'm serious."

Dean hung up the phone then and slipped it back into one of the front pockets of his jeans. Sam and Alex looked at one another, realizing how serious Dean had been about his threat towards Bella.

Dean sat at the table sharpening his knife, as Sam and Alex sat on either side of him.

"So I guess we have to take care of Gordon first, huh?" asked Alex.

Dean nodded.

"He's not really leaving us with a lot of options," said Dean.

Sam nodded and Alex bit her lip, not liking the idea of killing a fellow hunter.

"Really, Sam? No protest?" asked Dean.

"No, I'm done. It's time to get this thing over with once and for all," answered Sam.

"Wow. I expected you to be like, no, he's human, so we can't kill him."

Sam shook his head and Dean nodded, surprised by Sam's reaction. Suddenly, Dean's cell phone rang and he answered it, already knowing it was Bella.

"What?" he yelled into the phone.

"Look, I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, alright? And I really would rather you don't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you. Warehouse, two stories, riverfront, with a neon sign outside."

"Thanks," said Dean, very sarcastically.

"Um, one more thing. The spirit I contacted had a message for you: Leave town, don't look back, and definitely don't go after Gordon. For whatever that's worth," explained Bella.

Dean sighed, but hung up his phone. He looked over at his siblings.

"We're going after Gordon right now, aren't we?" asked Alex.

Dean just nodded and stood up, grabbing his jacket and beginning to grab the weapons they would need for their journey.

Sam led the way down the wooden stairs of the warehouse, blood splattered all over the stairs. Alex stood in between her brothers, as usual, and they all had their guns out and ready. As they stepped down and off of the steps, they saw the headless bodies of two females, chained from the ceiling and the man from the club knelt before the bodies. Dean put his own gun away and grabbed a knife from off of the table that was resting against the wall while Sam and Alex kept their guns out and their eyes never left the man's still from.

"Go ahead. Do it," whispered the man.

The siblings exchanged glanced before the man finally spoke again.

"Go ahead. Kill me."

"What happened here?" asked Sam, his gun still trained on the ruthless vampire.

"Gordon Walker. I never should've brought a hunter here."

The man got up from his knees then and turned to face all of them. His face was streaked with tears as he calmly spoke to the three of them.

"I just wanted some kind of revenge. I've lost everyone I've ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

"Well. There's the actual hell," remarked Dean.

The man gave a slight smirk, but then his face returned to the eerie calm he had before.

"Dean," said Sam.

Dean looked over at Sam and Alex, who were standing by the headless corpses of the two blonde girls.

"The heads weren't cut off, they were ripped off. With someone's bare hands," said Alex, pure disgust on her face.

"Dixon. What did you do to Gordon?" asked Sam.

Dixon's bottom lip trembled as he began to cry silent tears once more. He looked down at the floor as realization hit the siblings: Gordon Walker was now a vampire.

The next day, Sam was stepping on all of their cell phones, destroying them so that Gordon could not trace the cell signal to find out where they were located. Alex was very upset about having her phone destroyed, but Sam had promised to buy her a brand new phone the first chance they got, so she let it go. Dean was looking out the motel room windows as Sam continued crunching the phones under his large boot. Dean let the curtain fall back into place and he walked over to them.

"Guys, stay here," said Dean.

"What? Where are you going now?" asked Alex.

Sam had stopped destroying the phones and watched as Dean gathered up some guns and other weapons.

"I'm going after Gordon."

"What? Well, not alone, you're not," said Sam.

"Sam, I don't need you to sign my permission slip. Besides, he's after you, not me. I want you both to stay out of harm's way. I'll just take care of it."

"Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!" yelled Sam.

"Just another day at the office. A massively dangerous one, but still," smirked Dean.

"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh, wait, let me guess. It's because, uh, you're already dead, right?" accused Sam.

"If the shoe fits."

"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your old, stupid shit!"

"What do you want me to do, Sam? Sit around and write sappy poems until I die?"

"Stop trying to act like you're not afraid," whispered Alex.

Sam and Dean both turned to look at her.

"I'm not," said Dean.

"You're lying. I can see right through you. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out and you're still going to hell and you're freaked out," said Alex, looking up and into her oldest brother's eyes.

"Yeah? And how do you know that?"

"Because I know you, Dean. I've been following you around my whole entire life."

"Dean, we've been looking up to you since we were four years old. Studying you and trying to be just like you, so yeah, we know you. Better than anyone else in this entire world. And this whole cracking jokes, making everything a punch line, is exactly how you act when you're terrified," said Sam.

"We can't blame you. It's just…" Alex stopped and couldn't speak anymore as her eyes began filling up with tears.

"What?" whispered Dean.

"I just wish you would stop the show and be our brother again. 'Cause… just because," said Alex.

Dean looked at both of them, then looked down at the floor.

"Alright, we'll just hole up here tonight. Cover our tracks and wait for Gordon here."

As day turned to night, the siblings got ready for Gordon. They each had their knifes and long blades as weapons. Their mattresses and beds were being used as protection, one bedframe blocking the door. Sam left and returned with new phones and numbers for all of them. A few hours into their waiting, Alex was falling asleep, her head on Sam's leg as he played with her hair when Dean's cell phone rang.

"Dean! You've had that phone for two hours. Who could you possibly have given the number to?" asked Sam.

"No one!" said Dean.

He answered the phone hesitantly as Alex and Sam stood up to stand beside him.

"Dean," said the voice on the other end of the call, which was the voice of Gordon.

"How'd you get this number?" asked Dean.

"Scent's all over the cell phone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

"I'll guess you'll just have to find us, won't you?"

"Well, I'd rather you come to me."

"What's wrong, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you?"

"I don't think so."

Dean heard the phone being tossed around and then a female voice came on the line.

"Please, help me. Please," she cried.

"Factory on Riverside, right past the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies," said Gordon.

"Gordon!" yelled Dean, but he had already hung up.

Dean hung up his phone and cursed under his breath before standing up.

"C'mon. We gotta save this innocent girl."

Dean led the way into the long abandoned factory, on the hunt for Gordon. Alex was in between him and Sam, as usual, all of them keeping their eyes peeled. The farther they walked, the less they saw until they heard a slight whimpering from off in the distance. They looked over and saw the innocent girl, tied up to a pipe and a gag over her mouth. They rushed over and all three of them began working on her bonds to get her untied.

"Don't worry, we're gonna get you out of here," said Alex.

The girl continued crying as they got her untied and they helped her stand up. She was leaning against Dean as they walked forward, but she stumbled repeatedly. Dean picked her up in his arms and carried her, bridal style. They walked back the way they came, but as Dean stepped slightly ahead of them, a wall came down from the ceiling, trapping Sam and Alex in one room while Dean was in another with the almost unconscious girl. Dean set her on her feet against the wall and began banging on the wall that was now in the middle of the room.

"Sam! Alex!"

"Dean!"

They all kicked and punched, but it was useless. The wall wasn't budging.

"Damn it!" yelled Dean, punching the wall one last time.

"Be careful!" yelled Dean.

Sam sighed and pulled Alex into his side. He kissed the top of her head.

"Stay right next to me, okay?"

Alex nodded and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. As they stepped forward, the lights suddenly went out. Sam and Alex both drew their blades and they continued holding hands as Sam reached out blindly, trying to find his way.

"Gordon! Come out and fight!" yelled Sam.

He let go of Alex's hand as he continued to find his way.

"I'm right here, Sam," said Gordon.

Sam turned to the sound of Gordon's voice behind him, but no one was there. Gordon's deep chuckle echoed throughout the room. Sam and Alex hid behind a large boiler as they waited for Gordon to speak again.

"Sammy, I don't like this. At all," whispered Alex.

"I know, babe. Just calm down, okay? We can do this."

"I lost my life to get here. But now, I'm gonna kill the most dangerous thing I've ever hunted. Actually, I'm gonna kill both of you because I know all about both of your little visions. You're not human."

"Yeah, look at you!" yelled Alex.

"I'm a monster."

"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl!" yelled Sam.

"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse."

On the other side of the wall, Dean was banging on the metal chain that had caused the wall to drop, but it wasn't budging. Dean hacked at the metal, but nothing happened, so he threw the crowbar off into the distance. Suddenly, the girl came up behind him, her vampire fangs out as she tried to attack him. She pushed him down, but Dean quickly pulled the Colt out of the waistband of his jeans and shot the girl straight through the forehead. She fell down to the floor, dead, with a huge hole now visible in the middle of her forehead.

"I gotta hand it to you, Sam. You've fooled a lot of people. I know what it's like, the truth. We're the same now. It's just too bad that you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna, as soon as I'm done with you and Alex. My last good deeds," said Gordon.

Sam and Alex were now backed into another wall and Gordon bared his fangs before attacking Sam first, knocking him through the wall and into another room. This room had light, so Alex could see all that was happening. Gordon punched Sam, but Dean suddenly came bursting into the room, holding the Colt to the back of Gordon's head. Gordon flung around, knocking the Colt out of Dean's hands. Sam sat up as Gordon held Dean against the wall and bit his neck.

"No!" yelled Alex and Sam in unison.

They both rushed over to help their oldest brother and Sam elbowed Gordon in the back. Gordon hunched over slightly, but came right back up and kicked Sam in the stomach. He then punched Sam in the face and Sam fell backwards into a shelf full of tools abandoned by the factory. Sam quickly grabbed a small hatchet and cut a long, thick metal wire into a piece he could hold onto. Gordon grabbed the back of Sam's head and slammed it down into the concrete wall twice until Sam grabbed Gordon's wrist and turned them around. Sam wrapped the metal wire tightly around Gordon's neck, choking him. Sam continued pulling the wire across Gordon's neck, causing it to cut into his own palms. Blood began spurting from Gordon's neck the tighter Sam pulled until finally, Gordon's head fell from his body. Sam looked at his palms, which were bloody and scratched up from pulling the wire so tight. He looked over at his siblings, who were standing across from him. Dean grabbed his neck, his hands coming away with blood on them, and coughed as they walked over to Sam. Sam had a bloody nose and a cut above his eyebrow. Sam sighed as Dean continued holding his hand to his neck and Alex looked perfect, not a scratch on her as she stood beside her oldest brother. They all looked over at Gordon's headless corpse and Sam just raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. He limped over to them, meeting them halfway in the middle of the room before they all turned and began heading towards the exit.

"You just charged a super vamped out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?" asked Dean.

The next day, Dean was under the hood of the Impala, tweaking a few things while Sam grabbed a couple of beers from the medium sized cooler beside the right rear tire. He handed one to Dean and another one to Alex before he sat down on the cooler.

"Did you figure out what's making that rattle?" asked Sam.

"Not yet. Hand me that wrench, will you?" asked Dean.

Alex obliged, handing the wrench to Dean before standing beside the car, leaning against it. Dean reached down, but stopped and stood back up. He looked at his siblings and called them over. They stood on either side of him and looked at him expectantly.

"It could be a number of things making this rattle. I'm thinking it's an out of tune carburetor."

"Okay?" said Alex, but it came out more as a question.

Dean nodded and leaned over the car once again.

"Alright, see this thing? This is a valve cover. Inside it are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench."

Sam reached for the wrench and handed it to Dean.

"Right, the valve cover covers the heads," said Sam.

"Good job," said Dean.

He pointed to another part under the hood.

"Now, this is your intake manifold, okay? On top of it…"

Dean looked at Alex and Sam.

"It's the, uh, carburetor," said Alex, a grin on her face.

"The carburetor," said Dean.

Sam smirked.

"Yeah."

Dean stood up and looked down at the hood.

"So what's with the auto shop?" asked Sam.

Dean smirked and handed the wrench over to Sam.

"Wait. You want me to…?"

"I do. You fix it."

"Um, you barely let him drive this thing. So if he's fixing it, can I please drive it?" asked Alex.

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and Dean shook his head, smirking.

"Sure, Alex. Someday soon, you can drive my baby. But for now, it's time, Sammy. You should know how to fix her. And Alex, pay attention. You're both gonna need to know these things for the future."

Sam grabbed the wrench from Dean's hand and sighed as he looked down at the machinery under the hood of the car.

"And besides, it's my job, right? Show my little siblings the ropes?"

Dean watched as Sam bent over and leaned under the hood of the car to begin working on the Impala. He stood there for a few more minutes until he needed another beer. He walked over to the cooler, grabbed another beer, and then used the cooler as his seat, turning it to face Sam and Alex as they worked under the hood of the car.

"Put your shoulder into it," suggested Dean.

Sam stopped for a quick second, but then he began working again, using his shoulder more vigorously as he worked on the Impala, Alex standing over his shoulder, watching him as he worked.

A few days later, Sam, Dean, and Alex had moved onto their next job in Michigan. Dean was conversing with a woman on her front porch as her young daughter looked on from inside the house. Sam and Alex were inside the house as well, looking around at the crime scene.

"Um, my daughter and I were asleep in our beds. Michael was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream. And now, I'm talking to the FBI."

"You didn't see any of it?"

The woman shook her head sadly.

"No. No, he was just gone."

"The doors were locked?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Does anyone else have a key?"

"My parents, but they live in Florida."

Sam and Alex stepped out of the house then and onto the front porch.

"Thanks for letting us look around the house, Mrs. Robinson. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set," said Sam.

Dean closed his notebook and gave a small smile to Mrs. Robinson.

"We'll be in touch."

The woman nodded and they stepped off of the porch, walking down the steps to their car.

"Find anything?" asked Dean.

"Oh, you know the usual. Stockings, mistletoe. This," said Sam.

He reached inside his pocket and placed it in Dean's open palm. Dean looked down at his hand and picked up the small, white object.

"A tooth? Where was this?"

"Um, in the chimney," answered Alex.

"No way a man fits up the chimney. It's too narrow," explained Dean.

"It's too narrow to fit up it in just one piece," said Sam.

"Alright. So if Dad went up the chimney…" began Dean.

"We need to find out what dragged him up there," finished Alex.

Dean walked into the motel room holding a brown paper bag full of items. He looked at Sam, who was sitting at the couch on his computer, and Alex, who was sitting beside Sam, looking through books.

"So was I right? Is it the serial killing chimney sweep?" asked Dean.

Alex and Sam looked over at him, nodding in the affirmative.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke," said Alex.

Dean stopped what he was doing and looked at his sister.

"Who?" he asked.

"Oh, c'mon, Dean. Mary Poppins... You know what, never mind."

Alex waved him off and Dean shrugged his shoulders, turning back to what he was doing before she had interrupted him. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly before moving on.

"Turns out Robinson is the second guy in town who's been dragged out of his house this month."

"Oh, yeah? Did the other guy get dragged out of his own chimney too?" asked Alex.

Dean removed his jacket and set it on the back of a chair before turning around and answering her question.

"I don't know, actually. Witnesses just said they heard a thump on the roof. So what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" asked Dean.

"Actually, I think I have an idea. It's gonna sound a little crazy, but here it goes anyway. Um, an evil Santa," said Sam.

Dean and Alex looked at him, their faces amused and their eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, that sounds pretty crazy, Sammy," remarked Alex, patting his arm.

"Well, I'm just saying, there's some version of the anti-Claus in almost every single culture."

Sam handed some pictures over to Alex and Dean walked over to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder at the pictures as she flipped through them for a few moments.

"So this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?" asked Dean, his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, I'm just saying. That's just what the lore says."

"Yeah? Well, Santa doesn't even have a brother. There's no Santa," said Dean.

"What?" asked Alex, her bottom lip sticking out as she began to pout. "There's no Santa?"

Sam and Dean looked at her, their faces a mask of confusion until Alex's face broke out into a huge smile as she laughed.

"You should have seen your faces!"

"Anyway, moving on. I know there's no Santa because you were the one who told me that in the first place, remember?" asked Sam.

Dean looked over at Sam, his face serious, but he said nothing. Sam just stared back at him and finally took a deep breath in, sighing.

"Yeah, you know what? Maybe I could be wrong."

Sam leaned forward and slammed his computer closed before leaning back against the couch.

"I've gotta be wrong."

"Maybe. Maybe not," said Dean.

He walked over to the small couch and addressed Alex and Sam.

"I did a little digging and it turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched."

"Where?" asked Alex and Sam in unison.

Sam, Alex, and Dean walked under a sign that read, "Santa's Village." The place was like a very small village dedicated to Santa Claus and Christmas.

"We should have a Christmas this year," said Dean, his hands in his pockets as they walked through the village.

Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, no thanks."

"No, seriously! We can have a Christmas tree and a little Boston Market like we had when we were kids," said Dean.

Sam shook his head and Dean stared at him.

"No. Just no," said Sam.

"Fine, you Grinch," said Alex.

Alex moved past both of her brothers and continued walking on farther into the village. After a few seconds, Dean and Sam caught back up to her.

"So what are we looking for exactly?" asked Dean.

"Um, the lore says the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets," said Sam.

"Okay, great. So we're looking for a pimped out Santa," said Dean, walking forward slowly through the village.

"Okay. But what's with the sweets?" asked Alex.

"Think about it. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?"

Alex and Dean nodded.

"Well, that's creepy. How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" asked Alex.

Sam shook his head.

"I honestly don't know."

They all stopped a few feet away from a small shack that was painted red and decorated to look like a small house. The outside was completely red with tinsel draped across it to look like snow. A man dressed as Santa Claus was sitting on the front porch and he pulled a small little boy onto his lap. The siblings watched from afar as the man talked to the little boy. After a few minutes, a woman, who was dressed up as an elf, walked over to them, a big smile on her face.

"Hi! Would your child like to sit on Santa's lap?" she asked.

"Uh, no. But my brother here would like his turn," said Dean, slapping Sam on the back.

The woman looked at them weirdly and Alex laughed.

"No, he was just kidding," said Sam.

The woman gave the three of them another weird glance before walking away.

"Thanks, a lot, Dean. Thanks for that," said Sam.

Dean and Alex chuckled, but Alex smacked Dean's arm when she saw the man dressed as Santa stand up from his chair.

"Check it out," she said.

Dean and Sam looked over and they all watched as the man walked with a limp. He walked directly past them and once he was out of earshot, Dean turned to his siblings.

"Are you guys seeing this?"

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" asked Alex.

Sam and Dean stared at her, their eyebrows raised and Alex sighed, biting her lip.

That night, the siblings were staked out in the Impala, which was parked beside the man's trailer in the Christmas village. Alex was in the backseat, drinking from a thermos of coffee.

"Alex. Coffee me," said Sam.

Alex handed him the thermos of coffee and Sam poured his own small cup of coffee as he continued staring out the window towards the trailer.

"Hey, Sam?" asked Dean.

Sam looked over at him.

"Why do you hate Christmas?"

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed.

"We'll do Christmas right this year, Sammy! C'mon," urged Alex.

Sam shook his head and Dean and Alex sighed as they all continued watching the trailer. A few minutes later, the man looked out his side window, checked to make sure no one was around, and then he pulled the curtains closed.

"What's up with Saint Nick?" asked Dean.

They all climbed out of the car and ran towards the trailer, grabbing their guns and loading them as they ran towards the trailer. Dean ran up the stairs first and they waited a few seconds before opening the unlocked door. The man jumped up from his couch, a huge bong resting in his lap and a bottle of booze on his corner table.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he yelled.

Dean and Sam looked at Alex, who shrugged. Dean cleared his throat as the porn movie on the TV became louder. Suddenly, Alex cleared her throat and began singing "Silent Night." Sam and Dean looked at her like she was crazy, but then they joined in to sing along with her. The man chuckled and sat back down on his couch, beginning to sing along with them. He was so drunk, he sang the wrong words, but it gave the siblings an opportunity to escape from the trailer.

The next morning, the siblings were at another house, talking to the woman whose husband had been taken the previous night.

"So that's how your son described the attack? Santa took his father up the chimney?" asked Dean.

The woman led them into the living room, nodding as she stood before them.

"That's what he says, yes."

"And where were you?" asked Alex.

"I was asleep and then all of a sudden, I was being dragged out of my bed, screaming bloody murder," said the woman.

"Did you see the attacker?" asked Sam.

The woman shook her head, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"It was really dark and he hit me and knocked me out."

Sam nodded.

"Um, Mrs. Smith, where did you happen to get that wreath above your fireplace?" he asked.

Dean and Alex both turned to look at the wreath and Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

After a few more minutes, the siblings said goodbye and were walking down the sidewalk to get back to their car.

"Wreaths, huh?" asked Dean.

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean," said Alex.

Dean stopped and turned to look at her.

"Where?"

"The Robinsons. Yesterday," said Sam and Alex in unison.

Dean nodded and raised his eyebrows.

"I know, guys. I was just testing you."

He walked over to his side of the car and climbed inside. Alex and Sam just looked at each other and smirked, climbing inside the car as well.

Alex was lying on her bed, hanging upside down with her head hanging off of the side of the bed. Dean was sitting at the table, and Sam was pacing, on the phone with Bobby.

"Alright, thanks, Bobby."

Sam hung up and put his phone in his pocket.

"Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Christ."

He sat down next to Alex on the bed, who finally sat up and sat cross-legged on the bed beside Sam.

"What'd Bobby say?" she asked.

"That we're morons. He also said that it was probably meadow sweet in those wreaths."

"Wow. Amazing. What the hell is meadow sweet?" asked Dean.

Alex scoffed.

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in Pagan lore. They would use meadow sweet for human sacrifices. Gods were drawn to it, so they would come by and snack on whoever was nearest to them," explained Alex.

"Why would they be using that for Christmas wreaths though?" asked Dean.

He walked over to the sink and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"It's not as unusual as it seems, Dean. Most Christmas traditions are based from Pagan lore, actually," said Sam.

Dean took a sip from his coffee cup.

"Christmas is Jesus' birthday."

Alex and Sam looked at him, shaking their heads.

"No, actually. Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall," said Sam.

Dean shook his head.

"My whole life has been a lie."

Alex laughed and Sam let a smirk come onto his face.

"Okay. So we're dealing with a Pagan god. How are we gonna kill it?" asked Dean.

"That's what Bobby's working on right now. We need to figure out where those wreaths are being sold," said Sam.

"You think they're being sold on purpose?" asked Alex.

Sam sighed.

"Let's go find out."

The three siblings walked into a Christmas store located in the strip mall in town. The place was entirely full of Christmas decorations, and they kept their eyes peeled for the wreaths. The bell over the door chimed as they all walked in and the man standing behind the glass counter in the middle of the store looked over at them.

"Can I help you, folks?" he asked.

"Well, I certainly hope so! We were playing games over at the Robinsons the other night and I saw this gorgeous Christmas wreath and I just really have to have one," began Alex.

She looked over at Sam and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Right, honey?"

She smiled over at him and Sam nodded, bringing a smile to his face. He nodded to the man, who was smiling at them.

"She really can't stop talking about it," he confirmed.

"And my brother here is trying to get us a really nice Christmas present," said Alex, nodding toward Dean.

"Well, that's awfully sweet. But I sell a lot of wreaths, sweetheart," said the man.

"Right, we realize this. But this wreath was really special. It had, um, green leaves with, uh, white buds on it. What's the name of that plant, sweetie?" asked Alex, looking up at Sam lovingly.

"We think it was called meadow sweet," answered Sam.

"Oh, yes, I know the one you're talking about. But we're all out."

Alex's bottom lip stuck out in a pout and Sam sighed, rubbing her back gently as the man looked at her sympathetically.

"Wow, that meadow sweet stuff seems really rare and expensive. Why make so many wreaths out of it?" asked Dean.

"Beats me. I didn't make them."

"Who did make them? Do you think they would be willing to make some more?" asked Alex, her eyes now full of hope.

"Her name's Madge Carrigan, a local woman. She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them to me for free."

"Could you maybe, possibly give me her contact information? I would really like a wreath," said Alex.

She gave the man one of her charming smiles.

Dean unlocked the door to the motel room and Alex walked inside first.

"How much do you think a meadow sweet wreath would cost?" asked Dean.

"A couple hundred bucks, at least," said Alex.

"And this woman is giving them away for free? What do you think about that?" asked Dean.

"Well, I'd say that's pretty suspicious," answered Sam.

He removed his jacket and threw it on the small couch. Alex threw her own jacket on top of his and laid down on the bed she shared with Sam. Sam sat down next to her and Dean sat on his own bed.

The next day, the siblings parked right in front of the Carrigan residence. The house was decorated for Christmas, with lights and blow up figures all over the front porch of the small house. They stopped at the end of the sidewalk to take in the house.

"Can't you just feel the evil Pagan vibe?" joked Dean, glancing at the light up snowman that stood in the front yard.

He walked up to the house first and Sam and Alex followed, shaking their heads. Once they were all gathered on the front porch and around the front door, Dean grabbed the knocker and knocked on the door three times. A few seconds later, an older woman opened the door, her salt and pepper hair pulled back into a tight bun. She had an apron on over her clothes and she smiled at them as she opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan that makes the meadow sweet wreaths," said Alex, a bright smile on her pretty face.

"Why, yes I am!"

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear! Well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Skylar's place the other day," said Alex.

"You were? Well, isn't that meadow sweet just the finest thing you ever did smell?" asked Madge.

Dean and Sam nodded as Alex continued speaking to the woman.

"It is, it really is. But the problem is that all your wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to purchase one."

"Oh! Well, fudge!" yelled Madge.

"You wouldn't happen to have another one that we could possibly buy, would you?" asked Dean.

Madge shook her head, sadly.

"Oh, no. I'm afraid those particular wreaths were the only ones I had for this season."

Alex looked extremely disappointed.

"Well, that's just too bad. Tell me, why did you decide to make those wreaths out of meadow sweet?" asked Dean.

"Why, the smell of course!"

A man appeared beside Madge then, a pipe in his mouth as he stepped up beside her. He smiled at the siblings before removing the pipe and speaking to his wife.

"What's going on, honey?"

"Oh, just a nice little family asking about my wreaths, dear," answered Madge.

"Oh, those wreaths are might fine. Care for some peanut brittle?" asked the man.

He produced a box from somewhere behind him and held it out for all of them to take a piece.

"We're okay. But thank you," said Alex, her smile never leaving her face.

Back at their motel room, Dean sat on his bed, sharpening pieces of wood into stakes while Sam sat on the couch, researching on his computer. Alex sat beside Dean, watching his progress and helping him a little bit. Suddenly, Sam clapped his hands together in excitement.

"I knew it! Something was way off with those two."

"What'd you find?" asked Alex, getting off the bed and walking over to join Sam on the couch as she read the information over his shoulder.

"The Carrigans lived in Seattle last year where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here around January. All that Christmas crap that we saw in their house, that wasn't holly. It was vurvain and mint," said Sam.

"Serious Pagan stuff," said Alex.

"Evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, Bobby's sure they will," answered Dean.

That same night, the siblings were once again back at the Carrigans house. They quietly walked up the three front porch steps and Sam grabbed three stakes from the bag resting on Dean's shoulders. He handed one to Alex, kept one for himself, and held onto the other one for Dean, as Dean unlocked the front door of the house. The door creaked open slowly and they all stepped inside, Sam finally handing Dean his evergreen stake. They split up once they were all inside and the front door was closed once again. Dean stepped off to the right into the living room, while Alex and Sam walked down the small hallway located by the stairs. They all ended up in the kitchen, where fresh baked goods were resting on every available surface. Sam saw a cellar door in the corner, so he walked over to it.

"Hey, guys," he called out.

Dean and Alex walked over to him and Dean picked another lock. They all took out their flashlights as they walked down the stairs into the creepy cellar and basement. Dean led the way down there. Once they stepped off the stairs, they all looked disgusted. Human flesh and blood was all over the place, in every single corner of the large and cavernous room. Human bones were also scattered amongst the floor. Fresh blood was on the railings of the stairs. A power saw rested in the middle of the room, human flesh hanging off of it. Sam gagged from the disgusting smell. Alex noticed a pair of boots in one corner of the room, blood all over the fur that was once white. Dean dropped his bag to the ground by his side as he saw a Santa suit in another corner. Sam saw a burlap sack hanging from a metal hook, so he inched towards it, slowly getting closer. As it came within his grasp, Sam reached out to touch it and suddenly, it began moving and squirming, a person inside of it. But before Sam could react, Madge grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground, strangling him.

"Sam!" yelled Dean.

Dean grabbed his stake that was resting beside him and ran towards Sam to help him, but Madge's husband stopped his progress, grabbing his arm. He held Dean's arm behind his back and slammed Dean's head against the concrete wall, effectively knocking him out. Dean fell to the floor, unconscious. The husband turned around and smiled, walking over to where Madge had Sam up against the wall, her hand still around his throat.

"Gosh, I wish you boys wouldn't have come down here. Is your sister here too?" asked Madge.

Sam looked at them, their faces suddenly not normal as they looked like the ancient Pagan gods that they really were. He shook his head, saying a quick prayer and hoping to God that Alex was safe as Madge banged his head against the concrete wall as well, knocking him unconscious immediately.

Alex watched from underneath the stairs as Sam and Dean were dragged upstairs. She bit her lip, trying to figure out a plan. She had hidden behind the stairs when the attack had begun, knowing she would now have to save her brothers. She sighed, but once the coast was clear and the cellar door had been closed by Mr. Carrigan, Alex came out from her hiding place and grabbed the bag of stakes and weapons Dean had compiled and that had been left behind during the attack. She then sat on the bottom steps, ignoring the stench of rotting human flesh as best she could and coming up with a plan to save her family.

When Sam came about, he was tied up to a chair, his back to Dean's back. They were sitting in the kitchen of the Carrigans home, but the Carrigans were nowhere to be seen.

"Dean?" he called out, softly.

"Yeah?" responded Dean.

Sam sighed a breath of relief as Dean responded.

"Thank God you're alright. So I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God."

"Yeah," said Dean.

"Where's Alex?" asked Sam.

"I have absolutely no idea," answered Dean.

It was at that moment that the Carrigans came rounding the corner, Dean seeing them first since they came in on his side of the room. They were all decked out in their Christmas sweaters and they both smiled broadly as they walked into the charming little kitchen.

"You're hunters, is what you are," said Mr. Carrigan, looking at both of them.

"Yep, and you're some Pagan gods. So why don't we just call it even now and go our separate ways?" asked Dean, smiling.

"What, so you can bring back more hunters and kill us? Nope, I don't think so, mister," laughed Mr. Carrigan.

"Why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year. And that's a fact," said Mrs. Carrigan.

She placed unfolded napkins neatly in both of their laps and Sam and Dean glared at her as she did so.

"Now, we're just sticklers for rituals, so you'll just have to bear with us!"

Mrs. Carrigan placed a necklace of meadow sweet around each of their necks and the boys flinched as they did so. Mr. Carrigan grabbed a sharp knife from off of the counter and a small wooden bowl as well. He walked over to Sam and smiled before he cut into Sam's forearm, causing some of Sam's blood to drip into the wooden bowl he had provided.

"Leave my brother alone! You son of a bitch!" yelled Dean.

"Hear how they talk to us, the gods?" asked Mr. Carrigan.

Mrs. Carrigan nodded and took the bowl from her husband's hands. Sam took a few deep breaths to get rid of the stinging sensation from the cut as the Carrigans began adding random items to the bowl of blood. Mrs. Carrigan grabbed another knife and made a cut on Dean's forearm as well.

"Oh, you bitch!"

Dean looked her straight in the eyes and she just smiled.

"Someone owes a nickel to the swear jar! You know, I usually try and say fudge when I'm tempted to swear," she offered.

Dean glared at her.

"I'll try and remember that next time!" he yelled, very sarcastically.

Mr. Carrigan came around to Sam once again with a pair of nasty looking pliers in his hand.

"What do you think you're doing with those?" asked Sam, trying to pull away from him, but obviously not succeeding.

"You try and touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!" yelled Dean, as Mrs. Carrigan held the knife to his other arm.

She cut his other forearm, watching the blood drip into the pure white bowl as Mr. Carrigan grabbed Sam's right hand. Sam cried out in tremendous pain as Mr. Carrigan pulled the fingernail off of his index finger by using the pliers. Sam continued moaning and groaning in immense pain and hanging his head as the Carrigans added the mixtures together.

"What are we missing, darling?" asked Madge, looking into the mixed bowls.

"Oh, silly me! I forgot about the tooth!" yelled Mr. Carrigan.

The Carrigans laughed as they grabbed another set of pliers and Mr. Carrigan pulled Dean's mouth open, shoving the pliers inside as best he could to pull out the tooth. Just as he was about to pull the tooth from Dean's mouth, the doorbell rang. The Carrigans sighed, but set the pliers down on the closest counter and headed quickly for the front door.

Alex leaned against the cellar door, ready to put her plan in action. She listened and winced as she heard her brothers crying out in pain, but she knew she had to wait for just the right moment or else they would all be screwed. She held an evergreen stake in her right hand as the pack Dean had brought was slung across her shoulders. Just as she was about to make her presence known, the doorbell rang.

"What the hell?" she whispered.

She put her ear up to the cellar door and listened as she heard the Carrigans leave the room. Then, once she knew the coast was clear, she unlocked the cellar door and pushed it open slowly, ready for any unexpected surprises. Once the door swung open, she looked up at her oldest brother, who was managing to smile down at her.

"Alex," he said, breathing a huge sigh of relief at her appearance.

She stood up quickly and helped Dean get untied. Once he was all untied, she moved over to Sam. She helped him get untied, trying to avoid looking at his missing fingernail.

"Alright, c'mon. Let's kill these motherfuckers," whispered Alex.

Her brothers nodded in agreement as she handed each of them their own stake.

The Carrigans walked back into the kitchen a few minutes later to see the chairs empty. As they stood in the kitchen, the doors on either side of them slammed closed. The Winchesters pushed dressers in front of both doors before heading into the living room, where the Christmas tree was placed.

"Huh. More evergreen," commented Alex, pointing to the tree.

The boys turned to look as well, but then the noises from the kitchen stopped. They all turned back around to see where the Carrigans were, when suddenly, Mr. Carrigan came charging at them, attacking Dean. He knocked Dean across the room and began beating on him as Madge came running out from the kitchen. She stopped in front of Sam and Alex.

"Ah, so your sister has decided to join us now. What fun," she said, smiling.

Sam raised his arm to strike at her, but Madge anticipated this and flung Sam into an ugly yellow armchair across the room. She turned to face Alex then, a smile on her crazed face. Alex began backing up, but didn't have to go too far. Sam quickly stood up and came up behind Madge. He stabbed her through the chest with his evergreen stake. Her husband saw this happen and stopped beating up Dean for a few seconds.

"Madge!" he yelled.

Dean used this distraction to grab his own evergreen stake from beside him, where it had fallen when he was flung across the room. He knocked Mr. Carrigan off of him and onto his back. Once Dean was crouched above him, he stabbed Mr. Carrigan repeatedly, Mr. Carrigan crying out as Dean stabbed him. The three siblings looked down at the dead bodies in the middle of the floor.

"Merry Christmas!" yelled Alex, smiling widely as she looked at both of her brothers.

Dean and Sam looked at her, both of them chuckling as she smiled. Sam flung his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

"Thanks for saving our asses once again, little sis," he said, thanking her.

"Oh, you know. It's just a part of my job description," said Alex, flipping her hair over her shoulders and smiling even wider than before.

Dean laughed, but began following his siblings as they headed for the front door.

"C'mon. Let's get the hell out of here."

Dean was filling the Impala up with gas while Sam and Alex sat in the motel room. They were decorating the motel room with Christmas decorations as a surprise for Dean. Christmas music was playing throughout the whole entire room as Alex and Sam continued hanging decorations.

"Hey, Sammy? Remember when we got Dean that necklace for Christmas?"

Sam smirked, thinking back on the memory.

"Yeah. The one we were originally gonna give to Dad instead, but he never showed up for Christmas that year."

Alex nodded and hung up another length of garland right as Dean walked through the door. Alex glanced over at him and smiled when she saw that he was still wearing that necklace she and Sam had given him so long ago when they were all just kids. Sam also smiled, having seen the necklace as well.

"What's all this?" asked Dean, stepping over the threshold and walking towards them.

"What do you think it is? It's Christmas!" exclaimed Sam, holding up his little tiny cup of eggnog.

Dean looked at his siblings, who looked so excited, almost like two little kids on Christmas day, and he smirked.

"What made you change your mind, Sammy?" he asked.

Sam looked at Dean, but just sighed.

"Here. Try the eggnog," said Alex.

She picked up another small glass off of the coffee table in front of them and handed it to her oldest brother. Dean took the cup from her hands and took a big gulp from his glass, wincing as he tasted the whiskey mixed in with the actual eggnog. Alex and Sam laughed as he threw the rest of it back.

"Now let's sit down. I've got presents!" yelled Alex.

She dragged Sam over to sit beside her on the small, yellow couch and Dean took a seat in the chair beside it. They all exchanged gifts and then opened them. Alex had bought each of them porn magazines. Dean bought Sam some shaving cream and Sam gave Alex a little necklace with her first initial on it as a charm, while Dean gave her a bracelet to match it. Sam handed Dean his presents, which included a candy bar and oil for the Impala.

"Ah. Fuel for me and then fuel for my baby," remarked Dean, holding up his presents that Sam had given him.

"Merry Christmas!" yelled Alex.

She planted a kiss on Sam's cheek and then gave Dean a kiss on his cheek as well before sitting back down next to Sam. Sam stood up slightly and turned on the TV to the football game. The three of them sat there in steady silence, just watching the game as a family while the snow fell outside.

A few days later, the siblings were on their next job, talking to the man whose wife had been killed. The man was completely lifeless, his face an emotionless mask as he sat in an armchair in his living room, talking to them.

"She was so scared. And I couldn't help, couldn't do anything to stop it. But no one can explain it. Not the police, not the medical examiner," he said.

"Well, that's why they put the call in to us, Mr. Dutton," explained Dean, the one who was actually conversing with the man.

Sam and Alex were using their flashlights and were inspecting the bathroom where the woman, Janet, had died.

"But the CDC. Isn't that Disease Control? What do you think, it's some kind of virus?" asked Mr. Dutton.

"We're not ruling out anything yet," said Dean.

The voices of Dean and Mr. Dutton were drowned out completely as Alex shut the bathroom door to better inspect the small area with Sam. Sam looked underneath the sink while Alex began checking the bathtub, looking for any sort of supernatural evidence. As Sam shined his flashlight under the sink, he saw a small bag stuck in between the pipes. He reached in and grabbed the small bag between his fingers.

"Alex, look," he said.

He stood up from his crouch and Alex walked over to him, inspecting the small bag that he now held between his fingers.

"Looks like we've got what we need. Come on, let's leave."

Alex opened the bathroom door and she and Sam waited in the doorframe as Dean finished his conversation with Mr. Dutton. Dean quickly glanced over at them and Sam gave him an imperceptible nod, indicating that they had found what they had been searching for. Dean nodded back at them, thanked Mr. Dutton, and then they were on their way.

"Did that dude seem a little evasive to you?" asked Dean, as they left the Dutton residence.

"Well, we wouldn't know. Especially since I was under a sink," said Sam.

He reached into the pocket of his black dress pants and pulled out the brown bag that he had found underneath the sink and handed it over to Dean.

"A hex bag," explained Alex, as Dean looked over it.

"Aww, gross," said Dean, his face turning to one of disgust as he gently pried open the bag.

A slight rain began to fall as they stood on the sidewalk in front of the Dutton's house, looking through the items inside the hex bag.

"There are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned," said Sam.

Dean sighed as he swiftly looked through the disgusting items. He glanced back at the house behind them before closing the bag once again and handing it back over to Sam.

"So are we thinking witches?" asked Dean.

"Um, yeah. But this is some serious old world, black magic, Dean. I mean like, warts and all," said Alex, climbing into the backseat of the Impala.

"Damn, I fucking hate witches," said Dean.

Alex and Sam looked at him, chuckling lightly and smiling.

"No, seriously! They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. It's creepy and downright unsanitary," he explained.

Alex shrugged.

"Yeah, well. Someone definitely had it out for poor Janet Dutton."

"Yeah, whoever that someone is who snuck into that house and planted that hex bag," said Sam.

"The problem is, it could be anyone. Coworker, neighbor. Witches are just like everyone else, humans. That's our biggest problem," explained Alex.

"Great. How are we gonna find them?"

"Well, this wasn't a random act, Dean. Someone in Janet Dutton's life had a motive, which, if we find the motive…" began Sam.

"We find the murderer," finished Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded and Dean started the Impala, pulling it away from the curb and into the heavy rainfall.

That night, the siblings were rushing to find Paul Dutton, knowing that he would be the next one to be hexed. They drove around until they spotted his car at a local burger joint. Dean pulled the car up right behind Paul's and they all jumped out once Dean threw it in park. Paul Dutton was on the ground by his car, holding his throat and choking as he wheezed on the ground.

"Check the car!" yelled Dean.

Sam nodded and ran over to the car. He reached inside and began reaching under the seat and around the car, looking for the hex bag.

"Sam!" yelled Alex, trying to help Mr. Dutton as he continued choking and wheezing, trying to breathe.

Sam reached under the steering wheel and felt around the pedals, finally finding the hex bag under the steering wheel and by the pedals.

"Got it!"

Sam stood up straight as he grabbed the hex bag and pulled a lighter out of his jacket pocket, trying quickly to light the hex bag on fire as Dean and Alex helped Paul stand up, leaning against his car. The hex bag caught on fire almost at once, so Sam quickly dropped it down onto the ground. A few seconds later, Paul began breathing normally again, holding his chest and gasping for breaths. After a few minutes, Paul looked at all of them.

"You okay?" asked Dean, still holding one of Paul's shoulders to make sure he was really alright.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

"Well, someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to murder you. That's what's happening here," said Alex.

"Look, that's impossible-"

"If we hadn't have been following you, you would be as dead as a doornail right now. Look, who wants you dead?" asked Dean.

Paul just stared at him.

"C'mon, please think," urged Sam.

"Um, there's a woman. An affair, a mistake. She was unbalanced and she was blackmailing me, but I put an end to it a whole week ago," admitted Paul.

"And what was this woman's name?" asked Sam.

"What would she have to do with any of this?" yelled Paul.

"Paul, what was her name?" asked Alex.

Paul looked at her, the fear and frustration very evident on his face.

"Amanda. Amanda Price."

About an hour later, the siblings were at Amanda's place, their weapons at the ready. Dean unlocked the front door of her house and he stepped inside first, his gun at the ready. Sam shut the front door behind him since he was the last one in and he followed his brother and twin sister across the foyer and through the first floor of the house. Dean pushed open a door that looked like it might lead into some sort of study. As he pushed the door open, he slowly stepped inside and saw candles gently flickering, some of their flames already burnt out. Alex and Sam stepped inside only seconds behind him and they all sighed and held their guns at their sides when they saw Amanda lying across her glass coffee table, dead. Dean flicked on the lights and they all stared at the girl's dead body, their faces all showing the same emotion: confusion.

"Well, that's a curveball," whispered Dean.

"Um, yeah, I would say so," remarked Alex.

Alex was the first one of the three of them to actually tuck her gun back into the back waistband of her jeans. Sam followed her lead, but Dean kept his hanging loosely from his fingertips, just in case of an emergency. They all slowly creeped over to stand next to the corpse, looking down at her. Her wrists had been slit very deeply, puddles of blood saturating the table and the carpet where it had fallen. Dean turned over one of her wrists using the front end of his gun, then let it fall back into place once he was finished looking at it.

"Three per wrist. Vertical cuts," he said.

"She wasn't fooling around either. Looks like she was working some pretty heavyweight evil around here," said Alex.

She was crouched down in front of the glass coffee table, where Amanda's spell book had fallen. Along with the spell book, there was a knife, a plate full of disgusting and rotting old food, and a plank of wood to perform the spells on top of. Alex winced and covered her nose at the smell of the spoiled food. Dean and Sam looked over the table to see what she was looking at and frowned as the stench made its way through their nostrils as well.

"You know what I don't understand though. If she was so bent on revenge, why do all of this?" asked Sam.

Alex stood up from her crouch and made her way back around the glass table, coming to stand in front of Sam.

"Well, she killed Janet Dutton, thought she'd finished off Paul. Then she decided to kill herself and make it a spurned lover's hat trick," joked Dean, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I guess. Maybe," said Sam.

Alex sighed and looked back down at Amanda's body lying across the surface of the table. She tilted her head to the side in confusion when she spotted a gleam of brown from underneath the table in one corner. She walked past Sam and over to the bottom right corner of the table. She crouched down once again and reached underneath the table. When she grabbed the hex bag from out of the corner, she stood up and held it between her fingertips, showing it to her brothers.

"Well, here's this."

She threw it across the room to Dean, who gently caught it.

"Another hex bag? Seriously? Come on," cried Dean.

He pulled this particular bag open within a few seconds and glanced at the contents of it before sighing and throwing it on the table next to Amanda's lifeless body.

"Well, looks like a hit. I guess we've got some witch on witch violence here," said Dean.

"I guess," said Sam.

Dean nodded and pulled out his phone, dialing 911.

"Hello, I'd like to report a dead body. 915 North Mayfair Court. My name? Yeah, sure, my name is…"

Dean hung up on the operator and threw his phone back into his pocket as he walked around the table to join his siblings. They all stared in silence for a few minutes until Dean spoke up once again.

"So why are witches just killing one another?"

"I don't know, but I think maybe we've got a whole coven on our hands," answered Sam.

"Great. A whole damn coven of fucking witches," muttered Alex.

She threw her hands up and walked out of the room, Dean and Sam following close behind her.

"You know, this is why I never hung out with girls in the first place. Too much drama," said Alex.

Dean and Sam smirked and laughed gently at her as she continued mumbling on and on about stupid girls, unnecessary drama, and covens of witches.

The next day, the siblings were talking to the neighbors to figure out what had happened to Amanda. They walked up the driveway of one woman's house, where she was gardening.

"You must have a green thumb," commented Sam.

The woman turned her head to look at them.

"Excuse me?"

"Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this," said Sam, pointing to all of the plants growing in her garden.

The woman looked back at her garden.

"That's quite impressive."

"Let us introduce ourselves. I'm Detective Turner and so is he. We're siblings," said Alex, motioning to Sam.

"And I'm Detective Brothman," said Dean.

They all smiled at the woman and she slowly stood up, facing them.

"We're just following up on Amanda Price's death. We're going around the neighborhood, talking to her neighbors and stuff like that," explained Sam.

"Didn't she… I mean, she killed herself, right?" asked the woman.

"Possibly, possibly. Now, we heard you were friends with the deceased. Is that correct?" asked Alex.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you have any idea about her practices?" asked Dean.

"I'm sorry… What kind of practices?"

"Well, see, her house was littered with satanic paraphernalia," said Sam.

"But she was an Episcopalian," said the woman, her face very confused.

"Elizabeth," said a voice from behind the siblings.

They all turned to look as two women walked up the driveway, one with a black bob and another with shoulder length blonde hair. They brushed past the siblings to walk over to Elizabeth.

"Is everything alright?" asked the blonde woman.

"I'm fine. Renee, these are detectives," said Elizabeth, as the woman stood by her sides.

"They say Amanda was murder-"

"I'm sorry, Detectives. You can tell Elizabeth is very upset," said the blonde woman, gently stroking Elizabeth's arm and smiling over at them.

"Of course, Miss…" began Dean.

"Mrs. Renee van Allen. Would you like me to spell it for you?"

She smirked over at him and Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes and clenching her fists by her sides.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks," said Dean.

"This Amanda business has been hard for Liz. For all of us," said Renee.

"Yeah. I mean, you think you know a person," said the black haired woman, sighing.

The siblings looked at the three women for a few minutes, awkwardly smiling at them.

"I guess we all have our little secrets, huh?" said Dean.

Renee smirked at them.

"Well, thanks for your time. We'll be in touch," said Sam.

"Have a nice day," said Dean.

The siblings turned to leave.

"Bye," said the black haired woman, not smiling or waving.

The three women stared at the siblings retreating backs.

Dean was driving the Impala that night, talking to his siblings.

"Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick. Did you see that little victory garden of hers?"

"Yeah, she's definitely had a good run lately," said Sam.

He had a manila folder opened on his lap as he sifted through multiple newspaper clippings.

"Won almost too many raffles. The kind of thing a little black magic always helps with."

"Well, I don't really think she's alone either. Looks like Mrs. Renee van Allen has won almost every single craft contest she's been entered in in the past three months," said Sam.

"Well, then I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there, just minus one member," said Alex.

"So do you think they killed her to keep up appearances?" asked Sam.

Dean and Alex both shrugged.

"But they are still working black magic, guys, so they still need to be stopped," said Sam.

Dean looked over at his little brother, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Stopped like stopped?"

Sam shrugged, but nodded as well.

"They're humans, Sam," said Alex, very quietly.

"Yeah, well, they're also murderers."

From the backseat, Alex stared at her brother, wondering where the old, sympathetic, and ethical Sam had gone. Dean looked at his brother, blinked a few times, and then turned his attention back onto the road.

"Burn, witch, burn," said Dean, and Alex rolled her eyes, throwing herself onto the backseat.

A few minutes later, though, the Impala suddenly began to slow down and it also began making very weird noises. The lights flashed on and off as the car continuously slowed down and Dean let go of the steering wheel as the car just went straight forward by itself.

"What the hell?" he whispered.

Alex sat up in the backseat, suddenly alert, as Sam closed the folder he had been flipping through casually. The car suddenly came to a direct stop right in front of Ruby, who stood there, in the middle of the road, with her arms crossed and just staring at all of them through the windshield. Sam was the first to hop out of the car, Alex and Dean quickly following his lead.

"Ruby," said Sam.

"Sam, listen to me. There's no time," said Ruby, breathless.

"No time? What in the hell are you talking about?" asked Alex, her arms also crossed across her chest and glaring at Ruby as she stood right next to Sam.

"You have to leave town and get out," explained Ruby.

"So this is Ruby, huh?" asked Dean, looking Ruby over.

He quickly pulled out the Colt from his pocket and aimed it straight at Ruby's forehead.

"Never had the pleasure."

"Dean," protested Sam.

"Point that thing somewhere else," said Ruby, very calmly.

Dean just laughed. Ruby turned her attention away from him and went back to Sam's face, beginning to plead with him now.

"Sam, please. Go. Just get in that damn car and don't ever look back."

"Why?" asked Sam. "I really don't understand."

"Hey, hot stuff. We can take care of a few witches, thanks," said Dean.

Ruby faced him once again, her arms still crossed over her chest and her face fuming with anger.

"I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores. I'm talking about who they serve."

Dean still held the Colt aimed at Ruby's forehead, but he looked somewhat confused. He glanced over at his siblings, who both had looks of realization on their faces.

"Demons," muttered Alex and Sam.

"They get their power from demons," finished Alex.

"Yeah. And there's one here, right now," explained Ruby.

"Oh, what? You mean besides you?" asked Dean, the hatefulness back in his voice as he continued glaring back at Ruby.

"Look, Sam, it knows you're in town. And it's gonna come after you all and it's way more than any of you can handle," said Ruby, her face masking her concern.

"Aww, c'mon, what is this? Please do not tell me you're actually listening to this crap," yelled Dean.

"Will you please put a leash on your brother, Sam? At least, if you wanna keep him," spat Ruby.

Dean glared at Ruby then with so much hatred, that Alex looked over at them and could feel a chill in her bones. Sam looked back at Alex quickly and Alex rolled her eyes, but sighed. She walked over to Dean and stood beside him.

"Dean, please. Just chill out for like, a second," she pleaded.

"No! She's messing with Sam's head! God knows why, that's just who the hell they fucking are!"

"I'm telling you the truth."

"And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch," yelled Dean.

Alex stepped back as Ruby stalked towards Dean, her steps purposeful.

"I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?"

"Maybe because he's my brother, you black eyed bitch."

"Oh, right, right. And you care about your siblings so damn much. Is that why you're checking out in a few months and leaving them all alone?" screamed Ruby.

Sam was breathing heavily as he panicked, watching Ruby and Dean argue. Alex still stood behind Dean, but had slowly and unconsciously migrated closer to Sam. She winced when she heard Ruby's last comment.

"Shut the hell up," said Dean.

"At least let me try and save them since you won't be here to do it anymore," said Ruby.

"I said, shut up!"

Dean's finger reached for the trigger just as Sam ran over and grabbed Dean's arm, flinging it upwards and towards the black sky.

"Dean, no!" he yelled.

The gun was shot off, but it went up into the air and not into Ruby's forehead. Dean struggled with Sam, trying to make Sam let go of his arm as they somewhat glared at one another. Alex was getting ready to step in and make herself known when the boys suddenly let go of each other. They both looked around and Alex finally noticed that Ruby had vanished. They looked all around, but she was literally nowhere to be found. Dean looked at Sam one last time before walking back to the Impala and climbing in the driver's side. Alex looked over at Sam sadly. He sighed, but looked back over at her.

"Sammy, c'mon," she whispered, and Sam followed her back into the Impala.

Dean unlocked the motel room door and angrily shoved the keys back into his jacket pocket as he entered the room.

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking," said Dean.

Sam shut the door behind him and stared at Dean, disbelief evident in his voice and on his face.

"What? What the hell was I thinking?"

"She's a fucking demon, Sam, period, alright? They want us dead, and we sure as hell want them dead," yelled Dean.

"Oh, well that's funny. Because I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Kasey? You sure as hell didn't want her dead," yelled Sam.

Dean walked farther into the room and began removing his jacket as Sam yelled at his back.

"Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a damn fish on a hook."

Dean threw his denim jacket on his bed and finally turned to face Sam again. Neither one of them seemed to notice Alex still standing by the front door, biting her lip and looking between them as they fought and yelled at each other.

"No one's stringing me along. Look, I know it's very dangerous. She is dangerous. But like it or not, she's useful," said Sam, finally beginning to calm down and speak to Dean calmly.

"No. We kill her before she fucking kills us," yelled Dean.

"Kill her with what? The gun she fucking fixed for us?"

Dean just shrugged at his brother.

"Whatever works."

"Dean, honestly, if she wants us dead, all she had to do is stop saving our lives."

Alex sighed, knowing their argument wouldn't be over anytime soon, so she removed her jacket and threw it over the back of a chair. She rolled up her long shirt sleeves to her elbows as she walked over to the bathroom. She stepped onto the tile floor and twisted the knobs, turning on both the cold and hot water. She stuck her hands under the lukewarm water and gently splashed her face. After a few times, she grabbed a hand towel from on the counter beside her hand and dabbed at her face with it, drying up the excess water that remained on her face. Alex sighed as Dean and Sam still continued arguing, albeit a little less ferociously than before. She suddenly winced and held a hand to her stomach as a sharp pain shot through her belly. It quickly passed and she relaxed. But a few minutes later, the pain returned and it was even sharper than before. She walked back out into the room, her hand once again resting on her belly, as her brothers stopped arguing and were staring at her. They noticed her hand resting on her belly and they both frowned.

"Alex. What's wrong?" asked Dean.

Alex sat down beside Sam on their bed.

"I don't know. It just really fucking hurts," ground out Alex, through her gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the pain became even worse and she hunched forward, crying out in agony and her blue eyes welling up with tears.

"Something's really wrong," she cried. "It feels almost like a bunch of knives are inside of me."

She groaned again and held her head in her free hand as the pain continued worsening.

"It's gotta be the coven, Sammy."

Sam knelt down in front of his sister and placed his hands on her knees as she tried to take deep breaths. She felt like she couldn't breathe and her tears were falling down her face as the pain just continued worsening.

"Sam, hurry. Check under the sink," called out Dean.

Sam nodded and rushed into the bathroom, throwing open the sink doors and throwing everything out of the way and onto the bathroom floor. Dean took Sam's original place and knelt down in front of Alex as Sam began his search. Alex screamed in pain and fell back onto the bed. Sam removed his jacket as he searched the place, throwing it into a corner of the room. Alex sat up once again and began coughing up blood. She tried to stand up, but just fell right back down. Dean caught her, though, and he fell down to the floor, holding Alex in his arms as she continued coughing up more and more blood. Sam threw the pillows out of the extra closet, but found nothing. He threw the covers and sheets off of both beds and grabbed his pocket knife. He cut straight through both mattresses, ripping them apart with his bare hands, and he still found absolutely nothing.

"Dean, I can't find it!" he yelled.

Dean looked up at him with Alex still in his arms. She was still hacking up blood, her face covered with it as she coughed. Sam suddenly got an evil glare in his eyes. He grabbed the Colt from off of his nightstand and threw on his jacket, heading for the door.

"Sam!" called Dean, but it was too late.

Sam burst into the living room of Renee's house, the Colt aimed at the three evil women who stared back at him from their places on the floor. The women shrieked as he aimed the gun at them and they quickly stood up, scrambling around the coffee table to stand on the other side of it to keep some distance between them and Sam.

"Let her go," he demanded.

"Let who go?" asked Renee.

"What are you doing? You're insane. Get out!"

"Look, if you know about me, then you know about this gun. You're killing my little sister. Now, let her go. Get away from the altar. Now!" yelled Sam.

The women jumped as he yelled at them, but they walked around to the join him on the other side of the coffee table, while still keeping their distance.

Alex continued throwing up blood onto the ground as Dean held her, not really sure what to do. She coughed and wheezed, her blood a small puddle on the floor now, when suddenly, the door was kicked in by Ruby. She walked straight over to the two of them, pulled Alex's mouth wide open, and squirted some dark black liquid straight into the back of Alex's throat as Dean watched, wide-eyed. Alex sputtered and coughed, but no more blood came up. Dean stared at Ruby.

The three women stood in front of the fireplace, their hands up, as Sam stood before them.

"We weren't hurting anyone," pleaded Elizabeth.

"Please, we don't even know your sister," said Renee.

"Stop the spell or die. You've got five seconds," vowed Sam.

Sam began counting down as the women pleaded with him once more.

"Please, please, don't kill us. We were only trying to give Renee a lower mortgage rate," said Elizabeth.

Sam looked confused as he stared at all three of them.

"Okay. Maybe it's not you…"

He moved the gun across Elizabeth's and Renee's faces before coming to a stop on the black haired woman's face.

"Maybe it's you," he said.

The woman looked at both of the other women, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed and cried, but no tears fell down her face.

"You've all had runs of good fortune. Except for you, Tammy. Now, tell me. Why is that? Is it because you didn't want anything for yourself? Or are you already getting what you wanted? These women's souls?" asked Sam.

Elizabeth and Renee gasped at Sam's comment and looked over at their friend. Sam glared at her, his eyes full of sincere hatred, and finally, she relented, her eyes turning as black as night. Her friends gasped.

"Let my sister go," said Sam.

"What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, sweetheart, but your sister's lungs should be about on the floor by now," said Tammy.

Sam glared, but shot off the Colt quickly. Almost as if it was all happening in slow motion, the bullet shot towards Tammy, but she held up her hand, pam out front towards the bullet, and stopped the bullet completely. It fell to the floor directly in front of her, the other women gasped, and Sam's face held a small ounce of panic.

"You're in a lot of trouble, Sam," smiled Tammy.

She flung Sam across the room and directly into the adjacent wall, where he was now stuck and couldn't move at all. Sam watched as Renee and Elizabeth began talking and yelling at Tammy, Renee doing the yelling. Tammy rolled her eyes and broke Renee's neck, Elizabeth crying out as Renee's head swung all the way around her neck before her lifeless body fell to the floor.

"Who are you?" asked Elizabeth.

"Funny story, actually. Remember all those dark, demonic forces you prayed to, when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?" asked Tammy, rolling her black eyes.

"Yeah, it was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig."

Elizabeth shook her head as tears fell down her face, her eyes wide and huge as she stared at the demonic Tammy. Tammy looked away from her, and looked over at Sam instead.

"Wow, little Sammy Winchester, here in our town. You know, I've heard a lot about you, Sam."

"Yeah, right. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be some leader to a demon army," said Sam, very sarcastically.

"No, I don't care about that. You see, there's a new leader in the uprising and he doesn't like you very much."

Tammy held her hand up to Sam, her palm facing towards him. She made him groan in pain as he slid him higher up on the living room wall.

"Nothing personal," she said, smiling.

"So. Buh-bye."

Tammy focused on her task at hand and began using her demonic powers and looking over at Sam on the wall. The wall surrounding him began to crack with the force of her power as Sam struggled and groaned. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of pain headed towards him, but then, the front door slammed open, hitting the wall. Dean rushed into the room, aiming his shotgun at Tammy. She expected this and flung Dean a small distance across the room and over the couch. The white cough tipped over as Dean fell over the top of it. He quickly got back up, but Tammy expected this move as well. She flung up her palm and now Dean was also stuck to a wall of the living room. Tammy smirked over at both of them.

"Two for one. Lovely. Now, where's that cute little sister of yours?"

"Wait," called out a woman's voice from behind her.

Tammy turned to look towards the front door, and watched as Ruby walked into the house, followed by Alex. Ruby had her hands up, both of her palms facing Tammy as she stepped all the way into the living room.

"Please. I just came to talk," pleaded Ruby.

Alex stood behind her, her shotgun ready as she glared at the woman who had caused her so much pain. Her hatred for Tammy was very clear and abundant as well. But Tammy was ignoring Alex, solely and only focused on Ruby.

"You made it out of the gate. Impressive. It was a hell of a fight, wasn't it?"

"The doors out of hell only open for so long," replied Ruby, her hands now back at her sides.

"What do you want, Ruby?"

"I've been lost without you. Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters here," said Ruby, glancing over at the two boys against the wall.

Dean mouthed, "I told you so!" over to Sam, while Alex took steps back from Ruby. Ruby quickly reached out and grabbed Alex's wrist, snatching her before she could really walk away. She pulled Alex forward and placed her to stand beside her.

"They're all for you, as a gift. Let me serve you again. I've wanted it and you for so long," finished Ruby.

Dean raised an eyebrow as Ruby stepped much closer to Tammy.

"You were always one of my best," said Tammy, smiling at Ruby.

Ruby smiled back, but suddenly reached out and tried to stab Tammy with her knife. Tammy grabbed her wrist as it came down to harm her.

"But then again, you were also always a lying whore."

The knife was thrown across the room and fell to the ground, forgotten, as Ruby began fighting Tammy. She brought her knee up to elbow Tammy directly in the stomach. She got three good punches in to Tammy's face and neck before Tammy grabbed her arm as it came towards her a fourth time. Tammy then head-butted Ruby directly in the nose and Ruby's head flung backwards. Dean winced. Tammy threw one punch to Ruby's right cheek and another punch to her left. She kneed her in the stomach as well and then flung Ruby onto the TV stand, where she landed on top of the TV. The TV flickered and shorted out as Ruby landed on top of it. Tammy smirked, but then Ruby lashed out, kicking Tammy in her stomach. Tammy stumbled backwards for a few steps, but as Ruby was running towards her, Tammy clotheslined her and Ruby fell flat on her ass. Tammy leaned over her and pulled up her up by the lapels of her jacket and threw her into the bookshelf across the room. Tammy walked over to Ruby to beat up on her some more. Elizabeth took this distraction and ran over to the altar on the coffee table. Alex stood beside her, looking over her as Elizabeth knelt down by the altar. She dumped all the pins out of the golden bowl. Alex listened as Tammy told Sam and Dean that Ruby was once a witch when she was a human and she had sold her own soul to Tammy as well. Tammy began performing an incantation to rid Ruby's body of the demon housed inside it, but she began coughing as she did so. Alex looked over and saw Elizabeth performing an incantation of her own. Alex smirked as Tammy stopped chanting and Dean and Sam fell roughly to the floor. Tammy coughed one final time, and blood came up into her palm, along with pins. Tammy closed her fist and killed Elizabeth by crushing her lungs. Elizabeth slumped over onto the coffee table, dead. Tammy got ready to turn around on her heels, but Alex suddenly came up behind her, grabbed her around the shoulders with one arm, while stabbing her with Ruby's knife in the other hand. She moaned and cried out as Alex stabbed her repeatedly, her hatred and anger her boiling point. Once she was satisfied, Alex let Tammy's lifeless body fall to the floor. She dropped the knife on the ground as well and just stared at the blood on her hands, realizing that she had just killed a person, not some creature from a children's nightmare. She looked over at her brothers, her bottom lip quivering as tears formed in her eyes, and Dean quickly ran over to her, catching her as she fell to the floor in tears. He sat down with her on the floor as she cried, her legs around his hips and his legs straight out in front of him. He stroked her back and combed his fingers gently through her hair.

"Shh, it's okay. You're alright, we're all alright," whispered Dean into her ear.

He kissed her temple and her forehead as he just held her on his lap.

"You guys go. I'll clean up this mess," said Ruby.

Sam stood up from his seat on the ground and walked over to join his siblings. Dean cradled Alex in his arms as they walked out the front door of the terrorized house, never looking back at Ruby as she began cleaning up their messes.

Later that night, Sam and Alex were in the morel room while Dean was out getting some food. Dean was headed for the room when the lights and the signs around the motel began flickering. He looked around, and spotted Ruby standing a few feet away from him in the parking lot, her arms crossed over her chest. Dean sighed, but turned to face her.

"So the devil may care after all. Is that what I'm supposed to believe?"

Ruby walked towards him.

"I don't believe in the devil."

"So let me get this straight. You were human once, you died, you went to hell, and you became a…"

Dean trailed off, motioning to her form with his hand.

"Yeah," whispered Ruby.

She turned and began walking away from him.

"How long ago?" asked Dean.

"Back when the plague was big," answered Ruby, pausing in her steps.

"So all of 'em, every damn demon, was once a human?"

Ruby turned back around to face Dean, who had stepped closer to her.

"Everyone I've ever met."

Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Well, they sure don't act like it."

"Most of 'em have forgotten what it means. Or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to hell, Dean. That's what hell is. Forgetting what you are."

She turned to leave once again, but then turned back around one last time to speak to him.

"The answer is yes, by the way. Yes, the same exact thing will happen to you. It may take centuries, but sooner or later, hell will burn away your humanity. You can count on it."

"There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?" whispered Dean.

"No."

Dean nodded and walked towards her, standing only a foot away from her now.

"Then why'd you tell Sam that you could?"

"So he would talk to me. You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. But look at you, trying to be all stoic."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Ruby sighed.

"I need your help."

"With what?"

"With Sam. You're ruthless, Dean, and Sam's almost there, but not quite. You need to help me get him ready for life without you. To fight this war, on his own."

"Well, he'll never be alone. He's got Alex."

"Yeah, and Alex will be fine. Sam won't be," said Ruby.

"Ruby. Why do you want us to win?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why, I wish I was. But I'm not… because I remember what it's like, being human."

Dean looked down for a split second, and when he looked back up, Ruby was gone. He looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. Thunder rumbled as Dean stood in the middle of the almost empty parking lot.

A few days later, Sam sat in a bar in the middle of the afternoon, looking into his glass that was half full of whiskey. He stared down into the golden yellow liquid and didn't notice as Alex and Dean walked into the car and came up beside him. Dean gently grabbed his shoulder and Sam looked over at him sadly.

"There you are. What are you doing?" asked Dean.

Sam shrugged.

"I'm just having a drink," he mumbled.

"Um, it's two in the afternoon and you're drinking whiskey?" asked Alex, who was standing somewhat behind Dean and looking over at her twin brother curiously.

"I drink whiskey all the time."

"No, you don't. Sammy, what's going on with you?" asked Dean.

Sam looked back at his glass.

"I tried, Dean. I tried to save you."

Dean sighed, rolled his eyes, and sat down next to Sammy. Alex sat down on the other side of Sam and grabbed his glass, finishing the whiskey. Sam just looked over at her, never protesting as she swallowed the alcohol and then winced as it burned all the way down her throat.

"But really, no one can save you," said Sam.

"That's what I've been telling you," quipped Dean.

"No, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you?"

Alex sighed as Dean stared at Sam. She was about to stand up when her cell phone rang. She frowned, but pulled it from her pocket and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

The person on the other end of the call spoke for a few seconds.

"Yes, this is Mrs. Snyerson… What?"

Alex's eyes were wide as the person continued speaking and her brothers looked at her. Panic was written all over her face.

"Where?" she asked.

The person responded to her question and Alex nodded.

"Yes, thank you, thank you. We'll be there as soon as we can."

She hung up and looked at her siblings.

"It's Bobby," she whispered.

Alex was huddled into Sam's side as they stood next to Bobby's hospital bed, looking over him. Bobby's eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady as they all stared at him. His face was as white as a sheet, but he looked peaceful and calm.

"So what's the diagnosis?" asked Sam, looking up from Bobby's face to stare at the doctor, who stood on the other side of Bobby's bed.

"We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy."

"Except that he's comatose," said Dean, a hint of anger lacing his words.

The doctor ignored him and looked over at Alex gently.

"Mrs. Snyerson, you're his emergency contact. Is there anything we should know about? Any illnesses?"

Alex shook her head.

"No. I mean, he never gets sick. He doesn't ever even get a cold."

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" asked Sam, his arm still around Alex's shoulder.

The doctor took a deep breath in before speaking to them.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it. So therefore, we don't know how to treat it, either. He just went to sleep and didn't wake up."

Sam pushed open the door to Bobby's motel room, Dean and Alex following directly behind him.

"So what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" asked Sam.

"Well, unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation, he must have been working a job," said Dean.

"I feel like there should be some sort of sigh though," said Alex.

Dean and Sam began opening drawers on the dressers in the room. Alex rolled her eyes and went straight for the closet, throwing open the doors and pushing all of Bobby's clothes to the sides.

"How about this?" she asked.

The boys stood up from their crouches and walked over to stand on either side of Alex in front of the closet. The back wall of the closet was covered in newspaper clippings, markings, and drawings that Bobby had compiled for his job in Pittsburgh. Dean smirked as he glanced at all of the work.

"Good old Bobby. Always covering up his tracks."

"Can you make heads or tails of any of this?" asked Sam.

Dean shook his head, but Alex reached in and grabbed a piece of paper from off of the closet wall. She stuck the thumbtack back into the wall and then looked down at the paper in her hands. The picture on the flyer was some sort of green and purple place, almost like a flower.

"Silene capensis," said Alex.

"Here. Obit," remarked Sam, removing an obituary from the closet wall as well.

"Dr. Walter Greg. 64, university neurologist," read Sam.

"How'd he bite the dust?" asked Dean.

"Um, actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and never woke up."

"That sound familiar to you?" asked Alex.

"Alright, um. Let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death, you know, hunting after something," began Sam.

"And then it started hunting him," finished Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded. Dean grabbed the obituary from Sam's hands and Alex handed him the silene capensis flyer she was holding.

"Alright, you two stay here and see if you can make heads or tails of the rest of this," said Dean.

"And what are you gonna do?" asked Alex, folding her arms across her chest and staring her oldest brother down.

"I'm gonna take a look at doctor myself," said Dean.

He smiled at his siblings before zipping up his jacket and taking off out the door. Alex and Sam sighed, but they pulled two chairs up as close to the closet as possible and began sifting through the materials located in there.

A few hours later, Alex was lying on one of the beds in the motel room while Sam continued looking through all of the materials they had found in the back of the closet. Alex sat up and looked over at her brother.

"Sammy, can I ask you something?"

Sam looked at her, stopping what he was doing.

"Yeah, shoot."

"Okay. Will you promise you'll always be here?"

Alex bit her bottom lip as Sam looked at her, his confusion evident in his raised eyebrows.

"I mean, when Dean's… gone, I don't want to be alone. We're gonna stick together, right?"

She looked at him and Sam sighed. He stood up from his chair and walked over to sit next to her on the bed. He pulled her into his chest for a hug and she wrapped her arms around him.

"I promise, Alex. You'll always have me."

Alex nodded into his chest and they were still hugging when Sam's phone rang a few minutes later. He pulled away from Alex and grabbed his phone, holding it to his ear.

"Hello? Yeah, we'll be there in a few."

Sam hung up, standing up and shoving his phone back into his pocket quickly.

"Dean's at the hospital with Bobby. Let's go."

Dean was sitting in a chair beside Bobby's bedside as Sam and Alex walked into the room. They stood a few feet away from his chair when he felt their presence and turned his head to look at them.

"How is he?" asked Alex.

She and Sam walked around to the other side of the bed, while Dean rubbed his hand over his face.

"No change," he answered.

Dean stood up as Sam and Alex stood at the foot of Bobby's bed, using Bobby's bedside table as a place to spread out all of their collected information.

"Well, considering what you told us about the doc's experiments when you called, Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense," said Sam.

He flipped open the folder he had been holding and placed it on top of the table. Alex reached in and held up a paper that had a picture of the plant silene capensis on it.

"This plant, silene capensis, also known as African dream root, has been used by medicine men for centuries," explained Alex.

She passed the picture over to Dean, who looked at it intently.

"Now, if you believe the legends, it's used for dream walking. I mean, entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads," said Sam.

"I take it we believe the legends?" asked Dean.

Alex nodded.

"When don't we?" asked Sam.

Dean and Alex both shrugged, so Sam continued on his rant.

"But dream walking is just the tip of the iceberg. This dream root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with enough practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger."

"You can control anything. You can turn bad dreams, good, or vice versa," explained Alex.

"Even killing people in their sleep," remarked Dean.

Alex grimaced, but nodded along with Sam.

"For example," whispered Sam.

The three of them all sighed and looked at Bobby' sleeping form.

"So let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients…" began Sam.

"Somebody gets pissed at him, tries to give him a little dream visit…"

"He goes night-night," finished Dean.

"Yeah, but what about Bobby? I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?" asked Sam, glancing over at Bobby's face.

"I don't know," whispered Alex.

She looked over at Bobby's face along with Dean and the three of them just stood there, trying to figure out how they were gonna save their father figure.

Dean, Alex, and Sam were now walking through the hospital, talking as they did so.

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" asked Dean.

"Could be anyone," said Sam.

"Maybe one of his test subjects or something?" asked Alex, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"It's possible, but his research is pretty sketchy. I mean, I don't know how many subjects he had or who all of them were, even," said Dean.

They rounded a corner and Sam sighed.

"What?" asked Alex and Dean.

"In any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now," answered Sam.

Sam and Alex continued walking down the hospital hallway, but Dean had suddenly stopped. He grabbed Alex's arm and she and Sam stopped walking, turning around to face their brother.

"You know what? You're exactly right," said Dean, snapping his fingers at Sam.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Let's go talk to him," said Dean, as if it were the simplest answer in the entire world.

Alex and Sam looked at him like he was crazy.

"Um, sure. Although I'm sure we might find the conversation a bit one-sided," laughed Sam.

"Not if we're trippin' on some dream root," said Dean.

"What?" exclaimed Alex.

"You heard me."

"You want to go dream walking inside of Bobby's head?" clarified Sam.

Dean nodded enthusiastically.

"Dean, we have no idea what's crawling around in there," said Alex.

"Well, how bad could it be?" asked Dean.

"Bad," said Alex.

"Guys, it's Bobby."

Alex and Sam both sighed.

"Yeah, you're right," said Sam.

"Okay, but we have a sight problem here. Unless you know someone who can score some African dream root…" began Alex.

"Crap. Bella," said Dean.

"Bella? Crap," said Sam.

He scoffed.

"Are you actually suggesting we ask Bella for a favor?" whined Alex, her nose all wrinkled up in disgust.

"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yes," said Dean.

He rolled his eyes, but moved past his siblings and continued walking down the corridor. Alex sighed, but she and Sam followed Dean.

A few hours later, Sam was asleep, his head resting on his arms he sat at the desk in the corner of the room. Alex sighed as he continued to make weird moaning noises, so she nudged him with her elbow. Sam shot straight up, wiping the drool from his mouth using his shirt sleeve.

"Dude, you were making some serious happy noises over there," said Dean, smirking.

Sam shook his head.

"Did you call Bella? Is she gonna help us?" asked Sam.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Surprisingly, no. So now Alex and I are trying to decipher the doctor's notes. Which is incredibly difficult considering he has worse handwriting than you," said Dean.

Sam continued sitting in his chair, so Dean cleared his throat.

"You wanna come help us with this stuff?" he asked.

"Um, yeah. Just give me a few seconds," said Sam.

Sam looked down at his lap, sighing, then he began stretching his arms above his head. Alex stifled a laugh and Sam glared at her. Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door, so Dean stood up and walked over to open it. He looked through the peephole and sighed as he pulled the door open.

"Bella, as I live and breathe," he remarked.

Bella stepped inside and smirked at him.

"You called me, remember?"

"I remember you turning me down," said Dean, shutting the door and walking over to her.

"Well, I'm just full of surprises then."

Bella unzipped her purse, reached into it, and produced a jar of the African dream root. She handed it over to Dean.

"I brought you your African dream root. Nasty stuff and not easy to come by," she explained.

Dean grabbed it from her open palm and Bella zipped her purse back up. She set her purse on top of the TV next to her and began opening her coat.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" asked Alex, sitting cross legged on one of the beds.

"What? I can't do you all a favor every now and then?"

"No. You can't. Now, c'mon," prodded Dean.

Bella sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right? Well, I'm doing this for him, not you," answered Bella.

"Bobby? Why?" asked Dean.

"He saved my life once. In Flagstaff," said Bella.

Dean looked at his siblings, who both shrugged. Dean walked over to the safe in the closet, opened it, stuck the dream root inside, and then closed it again.

"Um, it's 2:00 AM. Where am I supposed to go now?" asked Bella.

Dean shrugged.

"Get yourself a room!"

Bella glared at him before grabbing her coat and purse and storming out of the room, slamming the door closed as she left.

About an hour later, Sam came out from the kitchen area, holding three cups of tea in his hands and one glass in the crook of his arm. He handed one to Dean, who sat on the edge of his bed and handed another one to Alex. Sam sat down beside her on the other bed and they all looked down into their glasses, wincing at the disgusting smell of the African dream root tea. Dean lifted his glass to his lips, but Sam stopped him.

"Wait, wait. We can't forget this."

Sam pulled a very small envelope from the pocket of his shirt and opened it, reaching inside it. He handed some of the contents to Alex and some of the contents to Dean.

"What the hell is that?" asked Dean, looking down into his palm.

"Bobby's hair," answered Alex.

Dean looked over at the two of them.

"We have to drink Bobby's hair?"

"That's how you control whose dream you're in. You drink some of their, uh… some of their body," answered Sam.

He stuck the empty envelope back into the pocket of his shirt and looked over at Dean. The three of them threw Bobby's hairs on top of their drinks and held their cups under their noses.

"Bottoms up," said Dean.

They all clinked their glasses together before quickly throwing back the tea, swallowing it as fast as they could. They winced and closed their eyes as the taste of the liquid got to them. Once they opened their eyes back up, they all looked at each other.

"Feel anything?" asked Dean.

Sam shook his head, but Alex was looking out the window.

"Hey, when did it start raining?" she asked.

Dean stood up and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains. The rain was falling upside down, not like regular rain.

"When did it start raining upside down?" asked Dean.

When he turned back around to face his siblings, the room was darker and they weren't in their motel room. A loveseat was in the middle of the room, a coffee table resting in front of it. A few books were resting on the coffee table and an actual bookshelf was in one corner of the unfamiliar room. Paintings adorned the walls and a table was resting by the largest window in the room, two chairs on either side of it and a vase full of flowers resting in the middle of the table. Two smaller windows were placed above their heads on another wall of the room.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens," said Dean, looking around the rom.

"Wait, wait. Imagine the place without the paint job, more cluttered, dusty. Books all over the place," said Alex, walking into the middle of the room.

"It's Bobby's house," said Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded.

"Bobby!" called out Dean.

Sam and Alex had moved into the hallway where the staircase was and looked up the stairs.

"Bobby!" yelled Sam, his voice a little raspy and thick.

"I'm gonna go look outside," said Sam, looking at Alex.

"No, no, no, stay close!" yelled Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dean, I'll be fine. You just look around in here. Look, we gotta find him," said Sam.

Dean stared at Sam.

"Just don't do anything stupid," said Dean.

Sam nodded and headed for the front door. He left Alex standing in the hallway as he opened the door.

As Sam opened the front door, he stepped outside into a beautiful, bright, and sunny day. The front porch was pristine, white chairs placed on it and the house was painted a bright and very vibrant blue. Sam walked further onto the front porch, leaving the front door open as he stepped away from it. He stepped up to the very edge of the porch and looked out. The front lawn was fenced in all around, the grass green. The front walkway was lined with beautiful flowers and an apple tree was in full bloom in the front yard. Birds were singing as Sam surveyed the landscape. A blue car was parked out front on the street. Suddenly, the front door slammed closed of its own accord. Sam walked back to it and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Alex! Dean!" he yelled.

There was no response. Sam walked over to the nearest window and banged on the wall beside it, looking into the house through the window. Sam saw Dean walking throughout the living room, but Dean's back was turned towards Sam. Alex was nowhere to be seen.

"Dean!"

Dean never turned around, so Sam sighed and took off down the steps of the front porch and onto the small pathway in the front lawn.

Back in the living room, Dean slid two doors open, which led into the kitchen. He walked inside, past the dining room table and the sink.

"Bobby!" he yelled out.

He walked further into the kitchen and stepped into a very small hallway off the side of the kitchen. There was a window on one wall and a door at one end. As Dean walked into the hallway, he looked down at the other end. Where one end was full of light, the other end of the hallway looked menacing.

"Who's out there?" whispered a gruff voice from behind one of the doors.

Dean turned his head back around towards the door closest to him where the voice had come from.

"Alex!" called Dean.

Alex came running into the kitchen after him, stopping when she was standing beside him. Dean walked towards the door, Alex right behind him. As he stepped closer, Dean saw scratch marks on the door and he raised his hand, touching them.

"Bobby, are you in there?" asked Dean, reaching for the doorknob.

"Dean?" asked Bobby, from behind the door.

Dean's head jerked up at the sound of Bobby's voice.

"Yeah, it's me and Alex out here. Bobby, open up."

Bobby quickly opened the door and rushed out from the room he had been standing in. He stayed against the wall, but peeked around the corner into the kitchen, looking for something. He had three scratch marks on his left cheek. He looked over at them once he had decided they were safe for now.

"How in the hell did you kids find me?" he asked.

"Well, we got our hands on some of that dream root stuff," explained Dean.

"Dream root? What?" asked Bobby, sounding very confused.

"Dr. Greg, the experiments," said Alex.

"What in the hell are you talking about?" asked Bobby.

Suddenly, the lights began flickering and Bobby grabbed Alex by the arm.

"Hurry," he whispered.

He pulled Alex along, back towards the room he had been in when they found him, but Dean stopped him, grabbing onto his shoulders. Alex whipped her arm free from Bobby's grasp.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" asked Dean.

"She's coming!" yelled Bobby, the panic rising in his voice.

"Okay. You know this is a dream, don't you?" asked Dean.

"What, are you crazy?" asked Bobby, glancing over Dean's shoulder.

"It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real," said Dean.

A door creaked from behind Alex and she turned around, gasping as she saw a woman in a white gown. The woman had been stabbed three times, all of the wounds evident in her chest as she looked at the three of them. Her stab wounds were dripping blood.

"Does that look made up to you?" asked Bobby, pointing out the woman behind Dean.

Dean turned to look and his eyes widened as he took in the woman. Dean shoved Alex between himself and Bobby as Bobby rushed to hide in the other room. The door swung shut, and Bobby couldn't open it, no matter how hard he tried. He looked at the woman with fear in his eyes as he placed his back against the closed door. The woman began walking towards them.

"Bobby, who is that?" asked Dean.

"She's… she's my wife," cried Bobby.

Dean and Alex looked at the woman, who was staring them down.

Sam was still outside, the sky a bright shining blue and not a cloud in sight. He had managed to walk around to the back of the house, where more flowers adorned the sides of the house. Sam walked farther out into the very spacious backyard.

Dean and Alex watched as Bobby turned around to face his wife.

"Why, Bobby? Why did you do this to me?" she asked.

Dean and Alex's eyes were wide as they watched the interaction. Bobby's wife was in the kitchen and Bobby stood in the doorframe, Dean and Alex standing behind him.

"I'd have rather died myself than hurt you," whispered Bobby.

"But you did hurt me. You stabbed me over and over, again and again," accused his wife.

Dean and Alex looked over at Bobby, who looked absolutely heartbroken. Dean walked over to Bobby as Bobby's wife continued crying and saying horrible things to Bobby. Dean grabbed one of Bobby's shoulders and tried to talk some sense into him.

"Bobby, she's not real, okay?"

"You were possessed, baby. You were rabid and I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you," cried Bobby.

"You're lying! If you really loved me, you would have found a way!"

"I'm sorry," cried Bobby.

Bobby's wife glared at him, anger in her eyes, so Dean grabbed Bobby and they followed Alex into the living room. As Bobby's wife charged at them, Dean shoved Bobby into the living room and slammed the doors closed, locking Bobby's wife into the kitchen.

Sam continued walking through the backyard and he walked past a clothesline that held all white sheets and linens. The clothes and sheets were gently blowing along with the breeze. Sam looked to his right and suddenly, a guy whacked him in the shoulder with a baseball bat. Sam fell to the ground, holding his shoulder as the man stood over him.

"Who are you?" rasped Sam.

"Who are you?" asked the man, who looked to be about college age.

He tucked the baseball bat under his right arm as he looked down at Sam.

"You don't belong here."

"You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head," said Sam.

"No, you've got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense, he came after me. He wanted to hurt me."

"Yeah, maybe that's because you're a killer."

"You should be nicer to me. In here, you're just an insect. I'm a God."

Bobby's wife banged on the doors that the three of them hid behind. Dean stood by the doors, holding them closed as she continuously banged on them, while Alex tried to explain to Bobby that all of it was a dream.

"The house, your wife. It's all a nightmare, Bobby," explained Alex.

She glanced over as Dean grabbed some sort of metal wire off of the table that was resting beside him and began tying the door handles together so that he wouldn't have to keep holding the doors closed.

"But I killed her," cried Bobby, almost sounding like very small child with the way his voice was whining.

"Bobby, this is your dream. And you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do absolutely anything," yelled Dean, tying the wire around the door handles.

"Just leave me alone. Just let her kill me already."

Bobby walked towards the doors, but Dean grabbed him by his shirt collar, stopping him from reaching the doors.

"Look, you need to snap out of this now. I'm not gonna let you die, you're like a father to me, to all of us. You gotta believe us, please!" cried Dean, holding onto Bobby's collar as he looked at Bobby.

Bobby stood there for a few minutes, looking between Dean and Alex. Finally, he sighed.

"I'm dreaming?" he asked.

Alex let out a deep breath she didn't realize she had actually been holding and nodded, stepping forward to stand next to Dean in front of Bobby.

"Yes. Now take control of it," said Alex.

Bobby nodded and took in a deep breath before closing his eyes and concentrating. After a few seconds, the banging on the door ceased, and all was silent in the house. Dean finally let go of Bobby's collar and stepped a few steps away from Bobby, who opened his eyes. The three of them looked at the doors leading into the kitchen, but Dean was the first to actually move. He walked hesitantly towards the doors, untied the wire he had put there only moments before, and slid the doors open. The kitchen was empty, Bobby's wife absolutely nowhere in sight.

"I don't believe it," whispered Bobby.

Dean sighed and hung his head, taking in a few breaths before turning around to look at Bobby.

"Believe it," said Alex.

"Now, would you please wake up?" asked Dean.

The three siblings sat up from their sleep, all of them breathing heavily and their hearts racing. They looked at each other, and Dean took a quick glance down at the glass he still held in his hand from before they had fallen asleep.

"Bobby," whispered Alex.

Dean sat at Bobby's bedside as Bobby flipped through the mountains of files and papers that they had compiled. He passed a page about the dream root and handed it over to Dean, who placed it on top of the pile that was resting the closest to him. As Bobby continued handing him files, Dean sighed and looked over at him.

"Hey, Bobby?"

Bobby stopped flipping through the papers and looked over at Dean.

"All that stuff about your wife… Did that actually happen?"

Bobby sighed, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Everybody got into hunting somehow."

Dean sat up a little straighter in his chair and gave Bobby a sad smile.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. So thank you," said Bobby.

Dean nodded, a small smile on his face. Before he had the chance to say anything in return, Sam walked into the room, Alex bounding behind him. She smiled when she saw Bobby and Bobby couldn't help but smile back in return. She leaped over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Bobby smiled and gently hugged her before she pulled away and stood beside Sam at Bobby's bedside.

"So, that stoner boy from Dr. Greg's experiments and the one that I saw in the dream wasn't in his dorm. I say he's long gone by now," explained Sam.

"Hey, he's not a stoner. His name's Jeremy Frost and he's a full on genius, 160 IQ. Which is saying something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head when he was a small child," explained Bobby.

He sifted through the papers on his table that rested at his chest and handed one to Sam.

"Here's father of the year. He died before Jeremy was even 10."

"Yeah, he looks like a real sweetheart," said Sam. He let Alex look at the picture before handing it over to Dean.

Dean looked at it and then threw it back on the table with the other piles of papers from the case.

"Okay, but how did he know to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" asked Dean.

Bobby rolled his eyes.

"He was digging around in my skull, God only knows what he saw in there."

"How did he even get in there? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair or your DNA or something?" asked Alex.

At the exact same time, Alex and Sam pulled their bottom lip in between their teeth, a nervous habit they both possessed. They also both did it when they were deep in thought and concentrating, like they were doing now. Dean smirked as he saw their habits, but he turned back to Bobby, who was nodding.

"Yeah, before I knew it was him. He offered me a beer and I drank it. Dumbest fucking thing," muttered Bobby.

From his spot next to Bobby's bed, on the other side from Sam and Alex, Dean raised his eyebrows, realizing that he had accepted a beer from Jeremy when he was talking to him a few days ago. Dean smirked and scoffed.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't think it was that stupid."

He licked his lips and looked up at Bobby, Alex, and Sam, who were now all staring at him. Alex crossed her arms across her chest, and Sam placed a hand on his hip.

"Dean. You didn't," said Sam.

Dean shook his head.

"Sammy, I was thirsty."

"Well, that's just wonderful. Great, now he can come after either one of you!" yelled Alex, throwing her hand to her forehead.

"Well, now we just have to find him first," said Dean.

"We better work fast. And coffee up, because the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep," said Bobby.

Two days later, Dean was driving the Impala in the middle of the night, Sam and Alex in their usual spots as Dean yelled.

"I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a freaking ghost! Where the hell could he be?"

Neither Sam nor Alex answered, they just exchanged looks with one another.

"Dean, are you sure you don't want one of us to drive? You seem a little… caffeinated," remarked Sam.

"Oh, well thanks for the news flash, Edison!" yelled Dean.

He glared at Sam and Sam relented, turning back to look out his window. Dean's phone began ringing, so he removed one hand from the steering wheel to dig through his pockets for his phone. He struggled to reach it and cursed under his breath until he finally grabbed it and held it up to his right ear.

"Tell me you got something!" he screamed as a greeting.

Alex rolled her eyes and laid back on the backseat, sighing.

"So the strip club was a bust, huh?" asked Bobby.

"Yeah."

"That was our last lead," whispered Bobby.

Dean cursed loudly and his phone almost slipped from his grasp as he slammed his fist down on the steering wheel with the hand he was using to drive with.

"What the hell, Bobby?!"

"Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here."

"Sorry, Bobby, I'm sorry. I'm just, I'm tired," said Dean, much calmer.

"Well, who ain't?"

"What's Bella got?"

Bobby looked over his shoulder at Bella, who was performing some sort of ritual on the kitchen table of Bobby's motel room.

"What do you got, Bella?" he asked her.

"Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, sometimes it isn't," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Bobby sighed.

"She's got nothin'," he said to Dean.

"Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" yelled Dean.

He hit the end button on his phone and violently threw it into the nearest cup holder. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel once again, startling Alex and Sam.

A few minutes later, Dean pulled the car off the road and onto a gravel road. He pulled behind a large group of trees and shut the car off after putting it into park. He then leaned back in his seat.

"Um, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Alex, sitting up in the backseat.

"I'm taking myself a long, overdue nap," replied Dean, closing his eyes and moving around in his seat to get comfortable.

"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you," said Sam.

"Yeah, well, that's the idea."

"Excuse me?" asked Alex.

Dean lifted his head up and opened his eye to look at his siblings.

"C'mon, guys. We can't find him, so let him come to me."

He leaned his head back once more, closing his eyes.

"On his own turf? Where he's basically a God?" asked Alex.

"I can handle it," said Dean.

Sam and Alex sighed, but then they gained looks of determination on their faces. At the same time, they grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and pulled some of it out. Dean jumped up in surprise and pain. He grabbed the back of his head and rubbed it where they had yanked out some of his hair.

"Not alone you can't," said Alex.

"What are you two doing?"

"We're comin' in with you," explained Sam.

"No, you're not."

"And why the hell not?" asked Alex, looking at him.

Dean hesitated, but he finally answered.

"Because I don't want you digging around in my head."

"Too damn bad," said Sam.

Dean looked at both of them, but he finally sighed and laid his head back against his seat one more time.

About an hour later, all of the Winchester siblings were asleep in various positions. Dean's head was lying against the cold glass of his window, while Sam had climbed in the back with Alex because he couldn't fall asleep sitting up. Alex was curled up in the fetal position, her head resting on Sam's chest. One of Sam's arms was under Alex's head for her to use as a pillow while he held the other to his side. Sam lightly stirred and yawned as he opened his eyes. His arm under Alex's head was asleep and tingling, so he gently slid it out from under her head. Alex was woken up by this movement, so she quickly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Sam nudged Dean and Dean shot up, groaning as he realized they were still sitting in the Impala.

"For the love of God, what are we still doing here?" he asked.

Sam shrugged, but stopped when he heard a twig cracking outside as if someone was stepping on it.

"Is someone out there?" he whispered.

They all climbed out of the car and slowly walked forward, on the lookout for Jeremy. As they stepped forward , music began playing. Dean stepped forward a few more steps to see Lisa sitting on a picnic blanket, smiling over at him.

"Well, are you gonna sit down? You better hurry. We have to pick Ben up from baseball in an hour," she said.

She smiled over at him, a large glass of red wine in her hand. Sam and Alex were a few steps behind him and he looked over his shoulder at them.

"I've never had this dream before," said Dean.

His eyes were wide as he turned back around and stared at Lisa again as he heard Sam and Alex walk closer to him.

"Don't look at me like that," he said to his siblings.

"Sorry," whispered Sam, clearing his throat as Alex chuckled.

"Dean. I love you," said Lisa, smiling over at him.

Dean looked at her, a smile playing on his lips, when suddenly, Lisa flickered for a second and then she disappeared, along with the picnic blanket and the music. They all looked around to see where she had gone.

"Where'd she go?" asked Dean, his voice almost in a panic.

Sam looked off to the left and saw Jeremy lurking behind a moss-covered tree. He slapped Dean's shoulder.

"Dean."

Jeremy began running away from them as fast as he possibly could when he saw them walk towards him. They began running after him as well, dodging the branches that stuck out from the trees. Sam and Alex were ahead of Dean, who paused for a split second. As he ran to catch up with them, he paused again, noticing that something wasn't right. He looked over his shoulder and found that he was no longer in the woods, but instead, he was in a hallway, the walls adorned with murals of trees and mossy leaves and branches.

"Okay," said Dean.

Sam and Alex pushed through some more branches before entering a clearing. They paused, waiting for Dean to pop out from behind them, but he never did.

"Dean?" yelled out Sam.

Dean began walking slowly down the hallway, glancing at all of the doors he passed by as he walked. Once he was close to the end of the hallway, the door directly in front of him clicked open and slowly creeped open as well. Dean paused and could see a little ways inside of the room. It looked like one of the many motel rooms he had stayed in over the years. He hesitated, but stepped forward, ever slowly, walking into the room. As he stepped inside, he tried flipping on the lights, but nothing happened. Dean looked across the room and saw a figure sitting in a chair at the desk against the furthest wall. The figure was male and he was sitting at the desk, turning one single lamp on and off repeatedly, causing a clicking noise to sound every time he flipped the light on and off.

"Jeremy?" called out Dean.

The man turned off the light once more before slightly moving his head so Dean could see that he was actually sitting at the desk. The dream Dean stood up then and walked over to the real Dean slowly.

"Hey, Dean," said dream Dean.

The real Dean's eyes widened before he smirked.

"Well, aren't you one handsome son of a gun."

"We need to talk," said dream Dean.

The real Dean nodded in understanding and winked at himself.

"I get it, I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare. Is that it, huh?"

"Joke all you want, smart ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth," said dream Dean.

Dean just stared at the dream Dean as he continued talking.

"I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror and absolutely hate what you see."

The real Dean smirked.

"Sorry, pal. It's not gonna work. You're not real."

"Sure I am. I'm you."

"Nah, I don't think so. All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye."

Dean smirked as he snapped his fingers, but the dream Dean still stood there, just staring at him. Dean tried it again, snapping his fingers more forcefully this time, but still, nothing happened. Dean snapped his fingers three more times before finally giving up. Dream Dean smirked over at real Dean.

"I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you," said dream Dean.

The door to the room abruptly slammed closed, hard, and the real Dean watched as the lock flicked shut, locking them into the room together. Dean looked at his dream self as the dream Dean held a shotgun up to his shoulder.

"Like I said, we really need to talk."

Alex suddenly startled awake, gasping. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her pants of breath as she took in her brothers. Sam was still lying with her in the backseat, his arm still under her head. Dean's face was pressed against his glass window.

"Dean," she whispered.

Dean didn't answer, so she reached over and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Dean!" she yelled.

Sam began to rouse as Dean turned to look at her. Alex screamed when she realized it was Jeremy, not Dean, sitting in the front seat of the car. Sam quickly sat up at her scream and his eyes widened when he took in Jeremy smiling evilly at them in the backseat. He got out of the car and nodded his head for them to do the same. Alex climbed out first and Jeremy grabbed her by the hair, yanking her the rest of the way out of the car. He threw her to the ground as Sam climbed out and shoved Jeremy. Jeremy hit Sam across the face with his baseball bat and Sam fell to the ground on his back. He began crawling away from Jeremy, scooting backwards using his elbows and feet as Jeremy stepped closer.

"Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" asked Jeremy.

"You're a psycho," rasped Sam.

"You're wrong."

"Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Greg!" yelled Sam.

Jeremy stopped walking then and stared down at Sam sadly.

"The doc? No, no, the doc's the one who got me hooked on this stuff. But then he took it away. But I needed it and then he wouldn't let me have it."

"Right, so you killed him," stated Sam.

Jeremy smirked as he leaned against the Impala, still looking down at Sam.

"Well, I can dream again. Do you know what that's like? Not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for fifteen years."

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy," said Sam, smirking sarcastically up at Jeremy.

"I just want to be left alone. I just want to dream," said Jeremy, who was now leaning over Sam.

Sam smirked.

"Sorry. We can't do that."

"That's the wrong answer," said Jeremy.

Suddenly, Sam was tethered to the ground, literally. Sam struggled, but ropes were holding his arms and his legs to the ground. Jeremy smiled.

"I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time. So you and your siblings? Yeah, you're not waking up. Not this time. Because I'm not gonna let you," said Jeremy.

He smiled down at Sam with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Now, where's that cute little sister of yours? I'd like to have some fun with her."

Sam's eyes widened as Jeremy turned away from him and began looking for Alex, who was still hiding behind the other side of the car. She knew she would have to run away soon, but she whimpered as she heard Jeremy's footsteps head towards her.

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it. I mean, let's talk about a low self-esteem! Huh. Then again, I guess there's not much of a life worth saving," said dream Dean, as he circled the real Dean.

"Come on, Dean, wake up," whispered the real Dean to himself.

"I mean, after all, you've got absolutely nothing outside of Sam and little Alex. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog," said the dream Dean.

The real Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"Nah, that's not really true," said the real Dean.

"No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car. That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?"

Dream Dean cocked his head to the side as the real Dean scoffed once again, still smirking at the dream version of himself that was facing him.

"No. No, all there is is watch out for Sammy and Alex! Look after your little siblings, boy! You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell."

"Just shut up," said the real Dean, who was beginning to lose his patience with this whole conversation.

"I mean, just think about it. All he ever did was train you, boss you around, but Sam and especially Alex. Man, he doted on those two. Sam and Alex, he loved," said the dream Dean, moving closer to the real Dean.

"Alright, I'm getting angry."

"Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier, but absolutely nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died, so why should you?"

"Son of a bitch!" yelled the real Dean, pushing the dream Dean onto the desk across the room.

"My father was an obsessed bastard!" he yelled.

Dean punched, kicked, and pummeled the hell out of the dream version of himself. He held him against the wall as he yelled straight into his face, grabbing onto dream Dean's shirt collar.

"All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Alex and Sam, that was his crap. He's the one who couldn't fucking protect his family. He's the one who let Mom die. He wasn't there for them, but I always was. He wasn't there! I didn't deserve what he put on me, not one bit! And I don't deserve to go to hell!"

The real Dean punched the dream Dean a few more times before grabbing the shotgun from where it had fallen on the desk and aiming it at dream Dean. He shot it off multiple times, straight into dream Dean's chest. Blood splattered all over dream Dean's face, but then his head lolled off to his right side as he stopped breathing. Dean stared at himself, dead. He was panting from his furious tirade against his father.

Alex was still hiding from Jeremy, but Jeremy had gotten bored with looking for her. Alex quietly and slowly peeked out from behind the trees she was hiding in and silently gasped when she saw that Jeremy was standing over Sam, who was still trapped, and was brutally beating him with his baseball bat. Jeremy also kicked him repeatedly. Alex quickly ran out from behind the trees she was still standing in and ran over to Jeremy, jumping on his back and grabbing his throat with her hands. Jeremy struggled to remove her hands, which were in a vise-like grip around his esophagus. After a few seconds, Jeremy managed to bend over low enough to throw Alex off of his back, where she landed directly next to Sam. She got up on her elbows and knees, coughing, as Sam looked at her. She looked up at Jeremy, who was smiling down at her.

"Oh, goodie. Alex has decided to come out and play," he remarked.

Alex tried to begin crawling away, but Jeremy grabbed her by the hair, throwing her backwards towards him. She winced, and grabbed his hand that was pulling her hair from her scalp. He was too strong for her though and he pulled her up to her feet, still holding her hair. She whimpered as Jeremy placed her back to his chest and tilted her head to the side. He licked her neck and Alex tried to squirm away, but Jeremy held her there, his other arm now around her waist as he played with the hem of her tank top.

"Uh-uh. Not so fast, gorgeous."

Dean walked closer to the version of himself that was now dead and sitting on the desk. As he stared at the dead Dean, the corpse's eyes suddenly turned as black as night and he leaned forward, looking at the real Dean.

"You can't escape me, Dean! You're gonna die. And this, this is what you're going to become!"

Dean stepped back from himself, his eyes wide.

"You can't stop me, neither one of you can. There's nothing I can't do in here," said Jeremy, talking to both Alex and Sam.

Jeremy still had Alex pressed against him and Sam was breathing heavily, still recovering from the beating Jeremy had given him earlier.

"Because of the dream root?" asked Sam.

Jeremy nodded.

"That's right."

"Yeah, well. You're forgetting something," whispered Alex.

"Oh, am I, darling?"

He put his mouth next to Alex's ear, whispering into her ear.

"And what's that I'm missing?"

"We took the dream root too," said Alex, smirking over at Sam.

He smirked back at his sister and Jeremy's smirk faded. Suddenly, Jeremy's father appeared from behind some trees, yelling for Jeremy. Jeremy let go of Alex's body, causing her to fall to the ground. His eyes widened as his father stepped towards him. As his father stepped closer, Jeremy stepped back. Alex quickly crawled over to Sam and helped him stand up. Alex grabbed Jeremy's fallen baseball bat and tossed it over to Sam, who caught it with one hand effortlessly. He walked over to Jeremy and hit him with it, not once, but twice. Jeremy grabbed his stomach and then Sam hit his chest the second time, knocking him flat on his back. Jeremy wheezed one final time before dying not only in the dream, but also in real life. All of their nightmares disappeared and the siblings jolted awake back in the Impala. Sweat dripped down their faces as they all gasped for breath. They all stared at each other as their chests rose and fell with each deep, heaving breath they took.

The next morning, Sam was walking down the motel hallway with Bobby.

"So I heard you did quite a little bit of dream weaving yourself in there," commented Bobby.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I just kind of concentrated and it just sort of happened," answered Sam.

"Now this didn't have to do with any of your weird psychic powers, did it?" asked Bobby, turning his head towards Sam and staring at him as they both stopped walking and stood in the middle of the motel hallway.

"No. Or at least, I don't think so. I mean, Alex has them too, so wouldn't she have been able to do something as well?" asked Sam.

Bobby shrugged, and nodded.

"I guess so, probably. But good, I'm glad it had nothing to do with any of… that."

Bobby and Sam nodded to each other then and walked into the motel room.

"Um, so Bella isn't in her room and she's also not answering her phone," remarked Alex.

"I guess she already left then," said Bobby.

"Hmm, that's weird. She was so gung-ho about making sure you were alright, Bobby. Especially since you saved her life in Flagstaff," remarked Dean.

Bobby's eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I didn't save her life in Flagstaff. I gave her a good deal on some stupid amulet thing."

Alex's eyes widened as Dean and Sam looked confused.

"Oh, no, no, no," whispered Dean.

He walked over to the safe, where the Colt had been safely resting for the duration of their stay. He typed in the combination and flipped open the door. He cursed when he saw that the safe was empty, no Colt in sight in the safe. He slammed the door closed as he looked back at his siblings and Bobby.

"Bella stole the Colt," proclaimed Sam.

"Damn it, kids!" yelled Bobby.

Dean brushed past all of them.

"Pack your shit," he said.

He walked over to the small couch where his bags were resting and began zipping them all up, stuffing some more items into the ones that had more room to fill.

"Why? Where are we going?" asked Alex, turning to face her oldest brother.

"We're going to hunt that damn, fucking bitch down," answered Dean.

Once they were all piled into the Impala, Dean hesitated to start the car, so Alex and Sam looked over at him.

"Dean. What's wrong?" asked Alex.

"You know, I've been doing some thinking, you guys. I mean, I don't really wanna die. And I definitely don't wanna go to hell," whispered Dean.

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

"Alright, yeah. We'll find a way to save you."

Dean nodded and smiled over at Sam.

"Okay, good."

Alex smiled at both of her brothers and Dean started the car, pulling away from the motel parking lot and heading out and off onto the open road.

A few days later, Sam jolted awake to the sound of the radio playing "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. He sat up quickly in bed, looking over at Dean, who was already fully dressed and sitting on his bed, lacing up his boots. Sam blinked, trying to remove the sleep from his eyes.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

"Dude. Asia?" asked Sam.

"C'mon. You love this song and you know it," remarked Dean, nodding towards the radio.

Alex came out from the bathroom then, fully dressed and towel drying her hair. She rolled her eyes as she heard the song that was playing.

"Yeah. And if I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself," remarked Sam.

Dean stopped lacing up his boot, reached over to the radio, and turned the music up. He cupped his ear with his hand as he looked over at Sam.

"What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you," he said.

Sam and Alex chuckled at Dean. Dean began mouthing the words, pointing at Sam as he sang. He bobbed his head along with the music, and Sam just chuckled.

Dean was gurgling water in his mouth as Sam stood beside him at the bathroom sink, spreading some toothpaste onto his toothbrush. Dean continued gurgling the water, and Sam looked over at him, raising his eyebrows. Dean's eyes sparkled and Sam shook his head. Suddenly, Alex pushed in between them, causing Dean to stop gurgling and glare over at her.

"Whoops. Sorry," she said innocently, winking over at Sam as she apologized.

Sam smirked back at her and they brushed their teeth together, in silence.

Alex and Sam stood in the doorway as Dean picked up another bag, searching for something.

"Dean. Whenever you're ready," said Sam, beginning to get frustrated.

Dean picked up a jacket of his and smiled, finally finding his gun that he had been looking for. He stuffed it in the back waistband of his pants and headed towards the door.

"Alright. Now who's ready for some breakfast?"

Dean stepped into the small town diner first, Sam and Alex walking right behind him.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett," remarked the cashier to the old man that was paying his bill up at the front of the diner.

"Yeah, yeah," said the old man.

He walked past the three of them as he left, Sam moving his shoulder slightly to get out of the old man's way. The bell over the door chimed as the old man left and Dean walked further into the diner, looking for a suitable booth to sit in for breakfast.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules," said the waitress behind the counter.

The man she was speaking to looked a little worse for wear. His hair was long and dirty and his clothes were very tattered as he sat on one of the many bar stools that surrounded the countertop. He pulled a few coins out of his pocket and slid them over the counter to the waitress.

"Just coffee," he said.

She gave him a warm smile and poured him some coffee from the coffee pot she was holding in her hands.

Dean sat down across from Alex and Sam and looked up above the counter. Specials were posted above the counter and Dean squinted as he tried to look at all of them.

"Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke," smirked Dean.

"Do you even know what that is?" asked Alex.

Dean's smile faded and he turned his attention to the waitress, who had just approached their table.

"Are you folks ready?" she asked, smiling down at them as she placed her pen to her pad of paper.

"Yes. I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and coffee," said Dean.

She looked over at Sam and Alex.

"Make that two coffees and a short stack," said Sam.

"Um, three coffees, please. And just some scrambled eggs with a side of hash browns," finished Alex.

The woman nodded and finished writing down the order. She smiled at the three of them.

"You got it," she said as she turned and walked away.

"I'm telling you guys, this job is way too small. We should be spending our time hunting down Bella," said Dean, resting his arm on the back of the booth.

"Right, okay, sure. Let's get right on that. Where is she again?" asked Alex.

"Shut up," said Dean, and Alex smirked along with Sam.

"Believe me, we want to find her as bad as you do. But in the meantime, we have this," said Sam.

He reached inside his jacket pocket and fished out a couple of papers about the job that they were there for. He slid them across the tabletop to Dean, who took them and looked at them as he spoke.

"Alright, so this professor…"

"Dexter Hasselbeck. He was passing through town last week when he vanished," explained Sam.

"Last known location?"

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Brower County Mystery Spot," said Alex.

Dean set down the newspaper clipping of the man's obituary and picked up a brochure explaining the mystery spot.

"'Where the laws of physics have no meaning'?" read Dean from the back of the brochure.

Sam and Alex shrugged and they all looked over as their waitress returned, her tray full of drinks.

"Three coffees, black," she said, setting a glass down in front of each of them.

"Thank you," said Dean, looking at his coffee.

"And some hot sauce for the…"

The hot sauce suddenly tumbled off of her tray, falling to the floor. The glass bottle smashed once it hit the ground, spilling red Tabasco sauce all over the tile floors.

"Whoops! Crap," she whispered, looking at where it had fallen.

She then looked over at the three of them, smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry," she apologized.

Dean gave her a quick smile as she turned around and yelled towards the kitchen area.

"Clean-up!"

Dean cocked his head to the side and grabbed his coffee cup, taking a huge gulp from it.

About an hour later, the three siblings were walking down the street, heading towards the last place the victim had been seen. A dog barked and whined at them as they passed it by the bike racks full of kids' bikes, and Dean looked back at the dog once they were a few steps away from it. He saw that Sam was still holding the mystery spot brochure in his hands, so Dean yanked it away from Sam. Sam sighed.

"Look, I'm just saying. There are spots in this world where holes pop up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex…"

"Brower County Mystery Spot?" questioned Dean, his eyebrows raised.

"Dean, sometimes these places are legit," said Alex.

Dean sighed.

"Okay, so if it is legit, and that's a very large, big ass if, what's the lore?" asked Dean.

Just as he had finished his question, a petite blonde woman bumped shoulders with him.

"Excuse me," she whispered, her voice devoid of any sort of emotion.

She carried a stack of flyers in one arm and Dean turned his head to look at her for a few seconds after she had passed and continued walking on.

"Well, the lore is pretty freaking nuts, actually. They say in some of these places that the magnetic field is so very strong that it can bend space and time. It leads victims… no one knows where," explained Sam.

Alex nudged Dean's shoulder as he kept glancing back at the blonde woman as Sam spoke. He finally gave his attention back to Sam as Sam finished speaking about the lore.

They passed two men, who were attempting to fit a piano through the door of a building. The piano was clearly not going to fit through the door at all, but the men were still struggling as they tried, in vain, to make it fit through the doorframe.

"I told you it wouldn't fit!" yelled the shorter, chubbier man.

"What do you want, a fucking Pulitzer?" screamed back the tall, skinny man.

Dean shook his head as he quickly glanced at them.

"Alright, we're not saying this is really happening. But if it is, we've got to at least check it out and see if we can do something," explained Alex.

Dean sighed, but gave in.

"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close and get ourselves a nice, long look."

That night, Sam opened the door to the mystery spot, his flashlight in Alex's hand as he picked the many locks on the one door. Once he had the door opened, he put his lock-picking materials back in his jacket pocket and Alex handed him back his flashlight. He shut the door behind them as Dean slowly walked forward through the fluorescent neon green hallway with black swirls adorning the many doors and walls. Sam pulled out his EMF meter from his other jacket pocket and they walked forward. The room they walked into was black. Dean looked up and saw a table placed on the ceiling. He looked at the items that were tilted to certain degree angles and he sighed.

"Find anything?" he asked his siblings.

Alex shook her head and Sam continued inspecting items with the EMF meter.

"No," he responded.

"Do you have any idea what you're actually looking for?" asked Dean.

"Um… yeah," said Sam, nodding his head.

Dean raised his eyebrows and Alex chuckled beside him as they both looked at Sam, who shrugged.

"No."

Dean shook his head and walked around the room as Alex and Sam looked at the eccentricities that adorned the place.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" asked a man from behind them.

The siblings turned to see a man holding a shotgun towards them. Dean got out his own gun and they all stared at one another.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We can explain," said Dean, lowering his gun to his side slowly.

"You robbing me?" asked the man, pointing his shotgun at Sam's chest.

Sam tensed up.

"Nobody's robbing you, sir. Calm down."

Dean took the safety off of his gun and began lowering it to the ground. The man swung his own gun around, pointing it straight at Dean's chest.

"Don't move, don't move!"

"I'm just putting the gun down," said Dean.

The man shot off his gun straight into Dean's chest. Dean fell backwards and the man stared down at the gun in his hands, his eyes wide.

"Dean!" yelled Alex and Sam, rushing over to him.

Sam pulled Dean's head into the crook of his right arm as Dean struggled to catch his breath.

"Call 911," said Alex, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I-I didn't mean to…"

"Now!" yelled Sam.

The man took off running out of the room to call 911. Dean began convulsing.

"Hey, hey, come on," said Sam.

Dean looked up at him.

"No, no. No, not like this," whispered Sam.

Alex held onto Dean's hand and Dean squeezed it one last time before he took his last breath and his eyes closed as his head lolled off to one side. Alex continued holding onto his hand as her tears fell.

"Dean," cried Sam, his tears also welling over and falling down his cheeks.

The next morning, Sam jolted awake to the sound of the radio playing "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. He sat straight up in his bed and looked over at Dean, who was lacing up his brown boots. Dean looked over at Sam.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam looked at the radio, his face very confused as his eyebrows rose all the way up to his hairline.

"Dude. Asia," smirked Dean, still lacing up his boots.

Sam's mouth was now open in shock as he blatantly stared at his brother.

"Dean."

"Aww, c'mon. You love this song and you know it."

Dean reached over and turned up the radio as Sam looked over at Alex, who had just entered the room from the bathroom. Alex shrugged her shoulders and mouthed, "I don't know what's going on" to Sam. Sam nodded and looked back over at Dean, who had finished lacing up his brown boots and was now mouthing the words of the song at Sam as he pointed to him as well while he was singing.

Dean gurgled his water next to Sam in the bathroom, just like the day before. Sam took a gulp of water and swished it around in his mouth, looking over at Dean. He spit his water into the sink and then Alex came into the bathroom, standing next to Sam. They both stared at Dean as he gurgled his water. Dean looked over at them and then spit out his own mouthful of water as well.

"What?" he asked them.

They both shook their heads.

"I don't know," said Alex.

Dean wiped his mouth off with a very pink hand towel and then dabbed at his chin with it as well.

"You alright?" he asked them.

"No, I think we… Man, we had a weird dream," said Sam, looking at Alex as Dean looked at his teeth in the mirror.

Alex nodded, agreeing with Sam.

"Yeah. Clowns or midgets?" asked Dean, looking at the both of them and smirking.

Alex sighed and walked out of the bathroom, while Sam just shook his head.

They walked back into the same diner they had eaten at yesterday.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett," said the cashier, handing the old man some change in his open palm.

"Yeah, yeah," said Mr. Pickett.

He headed for the door that the siblings had just walked in through and Sam stared at him as he almost brushed by him, just like yesterday.

"Sam. What in the hell is going on here?" whispered Alex.

"Alex, it's almost like we're reliving yesterday. It's super weird," whispered back Sam, as they followed behind Dean as he led them to the same booth they had sat in the day before.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules," said the waitress as she stood behind the counter holding her coffee pot and staring at the man.

Sam and Alex watched as the man pulled a few coins from his pocket and slid them across the counter to the waitress.

"Coffee," he whispered.

The woman poured some coffee into the man's cup as the siblings sat down the in the same booth as yesterday.

Dean squinted his eyes as he stared at the specials above the counter.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," said Dean, smirking.

Sam and Alex looked at the specials and then over at Dean.

"It's Tuesday?" asked Alex and Sam.

Dean looked at them very weirdly, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah."

The waitress walked up to their booth, her pen poised above her notepad as she smiled at them warmly.

"Are you folks ready?" she asked.

"Yes! I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and coffee," answered Dean.

She nodded as she wrote down his order, while Sam and Alex stared at Dean, their faces showing signs of panic and confusion. The waitress turned to look at their side of the booth, waiting for their orders.

"Uh, nothing for me. Thanks," said Sam.

The woman looked over at Alex, who waved her hands.

"Well, let me know if you change your minds."

The waitress turned and walked away back towards the kitchen. Dean sighed as he placed his arm around the back of his side of the booth.

"I'm telling you guys, this job is way too small. We should be spending our time hunting down Bella."

Neither Sam nor Alex looked at him, so Dean leaned forward and snapped his fingers, snagging their attention.

"Hey! You guys with me?"

"What?" asked Alex.

"Are you two sure you feel alright?"

"Um, you don't…" began Alex.

"You don't remember any of this?" finished Sam.

"Remember what, exactly?" asked Dean, still leaning forward as he talked to them.

"This. Today, like it's happened before?" asked Sam.

"So, what, you mean like déjà vu?" asked Dean.

"No! I mean, like it's… like it's really happened before," explained Alex.

"Yeah, like déjà vu," said Dean, nodding his head.

"No, forget about déjà vu! We're asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again," said Sam.

Dean just stared at the both of them for a few moments.

"Okay. How is that not dej-"

"Don't, don't say it. Just don't…"

Sam trailed off as their waitress came back to their table with her tray in hand.

"Coffee, black. And some hot sauce for the… Whoops! Crap!" yelled the waitress, as she watched the Tabasco bottle go toppling off of her tray.

Sam, who was sitting on the end of the booth, watched as the hot sauce began to fall. He reached out and caught it in his open palm and the waitress gasped. Dean looked at Sam's hand and then looked over at Alex, who just shrugged as she bit her lip. Sam flipped the bottle right side up and handed it back to the waitress, who took it in her hand with a large smile on her face.

"Thanks!"

She set it down on the table in front of Dean, who chuckled along with her laugh. Sam's jaw twitched as he looked off into the distance. Alex sighed.

"Nice reflexes," commented Dean.

Sam looked at him briefly before turning back to his brooding.

As they walked down the sidewalk after dinner, they passed the same dog as before, who barked and whined at them as they passed. Sam and Alex both began walking somewhat sideways as they both stared at the dog as they walked, their faces scrunched up in the utmost confusion. They finally turned back around and Dean looked between both of them, shaking his head.

"Guys, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?" asked Alex.

"But today is Tuesday too!" yelled Sam.

"Yeah! No, good, you're totally balanced," said Dean, shaking his head at his very confused siblings.

"So you don't believe us?" asked Alex.

Dean kind of laughed, but then the blonde woman from yesterday bumped into his shoulder once again, like she had done the day before. Dean turned his head around to look at her.

"Excuse me," she said.

Dean did a double take, his smirk showing his approval of the woman as he turned back around and faced forward once again.

"Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know? I mean, even for us, crazy. Hey, maybe it was another one of your guys' weird, psychic premonition things," offered Dean, pointing at them.

"No, no way. Way too vivid," said Sam.

"Okay, look. We were at the mystery spot and then…" Sam trailed off, looking over at Alex next to him.

"And then what?" asked Dean.

"Then we woke up," lied Alex.

Right then, they passed the two men, who were still trying to fit the piano in through the small building door.

"I told you it wouldn't fit!" yelled one, as he struggled.

"What do you want, a fucking Pulitzer?" yelled back the other man.

Dean shook his head at the two men.

"Wait a minute! The mystery spot! Do you think maybe it…" began Sam, but then he trailed off, not really sure of what he was gonna say.

"Maybe what?" asked Alex, her eyes hopeful.

Sam sighed.

"I don't know, but we gotta check that place out," answered Sam.

Dean looked at them skeptically and Alex sighed.

"Look, just go with us on this, alright?"

"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after it's closed and get ourselves a nice, long look," said Dean.

"Wait, what?" said Sam.

He whirled around and put his palm on Dean's chest, stopping his movements. Ale paused beside him.

"No."

"Um, why not?" asked Dean.

"Uh, let's just go right now! Right now, business hours. Nice and crowded," said Sam.

Alex nodded energetically beside Sam. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they nodded at Dean.

"Oh my God, you guys are some freaks. But whatever, we'll go now," said Dean.

He began walking again, walking straight into the street and not looking out for any cars. As he was about halfway across, a car came from out of nowhere, hitting Dean and causing him to fly up into the air. Sam grabbed Alex and pulled her back onto the sidewalk, yanking her to his chest. Dean landed with his front side on the street, his face bloodied as he just laid there. The car that had hit him came to a complete stop in the middle of the street a few feet ahead as Alex and Sam ran over to their brother.

"Dean! No, no!" yelled Sam.

He and Alex dropped down to their knees next to Sam, Sam lifting Dean up and rolling him over. Dean's breaths were short. Alex and Sam looked over to the car that had hit Dean. The old man from the diner, Mr. Pickett, was behind the wheel and he stuck his head out the window to look back at them. Blood dribbled from Dean's mouth as Sam held him. Sam shook him gently.

"Dean?"

Sam jolted awake to the song, "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. He sat straight up in his bed, breathing heavily. He looked over and his eyes widened as he saw Dean sitting on his own bed, lacing up his brown boots.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam looked over at Alex, who was fully dressed and leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. She just shrugged, indicating that she had no clue why they were still living in the same day.

Sam and Alex stood back in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as Dean gurgled the water from the sink to rinse out his mouth. Alex leaned gently against Sam.

"Sammy. What is happening?" she whispered.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," smirked Dean, sitting across the booth from Sam and Alex.

"Will you please just listen to us, Dean? Because we are really freaking out," whispered Alex, glancing up at her older brother from beneath her eyelashes.

Dean looked at both of them and then glanced over at the waitress as she approached.

"Are you folks ready?" she asked, a warm smile on her face.

Dean took in a breath, beginning to speak, but Sam spoke for him instead.

"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for either one of us, thanks."

The woman looked at Sam strangely, but wrote down the order anyway.

"You got it."

She turned and walked back towards the kitchen and Dean smirked at Sam.

"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that."

Dean put his arm around the back of his booth and Alex sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Quit screwing around, Dean," she warned.

Dean took one look at her and chuckled nervously. He removed his arm from around the back of the booth and leaned forward to listen to them.

"Okay. I'm listening. So, so, you two think that you're in some sort of…"

"Time loop," answered Alex and Sam.

"Like 'Groundhog Day,'" said Dean.

Sam's eyes brightened.

"Yes, exactly!"

"Uh huh," said Dean, nodding his head.

"So you don't believe us?" asked Sam.

Dean chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

"I mean, it's just a little crazy. I mean, even for us, crazy, you know?"

"Coffee, black," said the waitress, setting the full cup of coffee down in front of Dean.

Dean stared at his siblings as she did this.

"And some hot sauce for the… Whoops! Crap!"

Sam was once again on the end of the booth and he caught the bottle of hot sauce before it fell completely to the ground. He didn't look at the woman as he held it out to her. She gasped as she saw him catch it and grabbed it from him as he held it out for her to take from his hand.

"Thanks," she said, grabbing it from him.

She placed it down on the table directly in front of Dean before walking away, back towards the kitchen. Sam and Alex looked at Dean.

"Nice reflexes," remarked Dean.

"No. I knew it was gonna happen. We both did," said Sam, motioning between himself and Alex.

"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation."

"You're just gonna have to go with us on this one, alright, Dean? You just have to, you owe us that much," said Alex.

"Calm down," whispered Dean.

"Don't tell me to calm down, I can't calm down! I can't, we can't because…" Alex trailed off and looked up at Sam as she bit her bottom lip.

"Because what?" asked Dean.

"Because you die today, Dean," answered Sam.

Alex nodded and Dean looked at them.

"I'm not gonna die, at least not today."

"Twice now, we've watched you die. And we can't… We won't do it again, okay? You're just gonna have to believe us. Please," begged Alex.

She set her hand on top of Dean's gently. He looked down at it, then looked over at his siblings, nodding.

"Alright. I still think both of you are fucking nuts, but okay. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out."

Sam nodded and Alex smiled gently.

The same dog whined and barked at them as they passed him on the sidewalk. Dean bumped into the same blonde woman, who said "excuse me," as she passed by them. The two guys still tried to fit the piano through the door, arguing with each other when they realized there was no way it was gonna fit through the very small door.

"And you two think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" asked Dean.

"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields, bending space and time, or whatever," said Sam.

"I don't know, it all seems a little too X-Files for me," said Dean.

"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" yelled Sam.

"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close and get ourselves a nice, long look."

Sam reached out, placing his palm slightly on Dean's chest as he and Alex stood in front of him.

"No, no, no, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you…"

Sam sighed, trying to find the right words to say. Alex didn't say anything, just looked at the cracks in the sidewalk. Dean scoffed.

"I die there?" he asked.

"Um, you're blown away, actually," whispered Alex.

"Huh. Okay, let's go now," said Dean.

He began to walk across the street, but Sam quickly ran out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back as Mr. Pickett came rushing past.

"Get out of the way!" yelled the old man out his window as he passed by them.

Dean chuckled, looking at his siblings, who looked at him very seriously.

"Wait, did he…"

"Yesterday, yeah," answered Sam, breathing a little heavily from his run to grab Dean a few seconds earlier.

"And?"

"And what?" asked Alex.

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

Sam and Alex rolled their eyes.

"You peed yourself," answered Sam.

Dean stopped smirking and glared at Sam.

"Well, of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on," yelled Dean.

He looked both ways this time before deciding it was safe to go ahead and cross the street. He nodded and they headed across.

A few hours later, they were walking down the sidewalk, away from the mystery spot.

"Well, that place is full of crap, just like I thought it would be," said Dean.

"What the hell is happening to all of us then, Dean?" asked Sam, sounding very frustrated.

"Hell if I know," said Dean.

He suddenly stopped walking and turned to face his siblings.

"Alright, so let me just get this all straight. So every day, I die."

Alex nodded.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"And that's when you two wake up again, right?"

"Yeah," said Alex.

"So let's just make sure I don't die," said Dean, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Sam and Alex looked at him, confused.

"I mean, if I make it to tomorrow, maybe the loop stops and then we can figure all of this out!"

"You really think so?" asked Alex, biting her bottom lip.

"It's worth a shot, isn't it?" asked Dean.

He shrugged.

"Now, I say we grab some take out, head back to the motel, and lay low until midnight."

Sam and Alex nodded in agreement.

"Alright, good," said Dean.

He began walking.

"Who wants Chinese?"

Suddenly, a piano fell on top of him, crushing him into the ground. Both Sam's and Alex's eyes widened. The two men who had been moving the piano looked at them, their eyes wide and their mouths wide open. Dean's legs were sticking out from underneath the piano. Alex cursed as Sam stared at Dean's body in complete shock.

Yet again, Sam jolted awake to the sounds of "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. He sat up quickly in his bed and of course, saw Dean lacing up his boots.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" yelled Dean.

Sam took a deep breath and then just fell back onto his pillow again, shaking his head as he realized he was reliving the day over once again.

Dean stared at Alex and Sam as they, once again, explained that they were reliving the same day over again.

"Well, I still think you guys are nuts, but whatever this is, we'll figure it out," said Dean.

Sam nodded.

"Thanks," said Alex.

"So, uh, if you're stuck in 'Groundhog Day,' why?"

"Well, at first we thought it was the mystery spot, but now we're not so sure," explained Sam.

"What do we do?" asked Dean.

"Well, we gotta keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. That's the only thing either one of us can think of," said Alex.

"Shouldn't be too hard," said Dean.

Sam chuckled and Alex shook her head, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, right. Dean, we've watched you die quite a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it," said Sam.

"Well, nothing's set in stone, right? I mean, you say I order the same thing every day, right?"

"Yep. Pig in a poke, side of bacon," said Alex.

Dean nodded and looked over at the waitress, who was standing behind the counter by the kitchen.

"Excuse me, sweetheart?"

Sam and Alex looked over as well and the waitress turned to face him.

"Can I get sausage instead of bacon?"

She nodded.

"Sure thing, hun."

Dean looked at his siblings, who were looking at him with a bit of disbelief all over both of their faces.

"See? It's a different day already."

Sam and Alex nodded just as the waitress set Dean's food down in front of him. She smiled at him as she did so.

"Thank you," said Dean, grabbing his fork from beside his elbow.

He stabbed a sausage link and took a huge bite out of it, chewing with his mouth open. Sam smirked while Alex looked very disgusted and threw a napkin at his face. Dean laughed and began to eat some of his eggs, but then he began coughing. He sounded like he was choking as he dropped his fork and it clattered to the plate. Sam's smirk faded.

"Dean," said Alex.

Dean coughed some more, his eyes widening.

Yet again, Sam jolted awake to the sound of "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. He sat up in his bed.

"You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?" called out Dean from the bathroom.

He was taking a shower as Alex and Sam paced around the motel room beds, wondering why they were reliving this day once again.

"You'll thank us when it's Wednesday!" yelled Sam.

"Yeah, whatever that means," said Dean.

He pulled the curtain back to its original position and stepped under the shower spray. As Sam walked over to the windows and pulled back the curtains to look outside, Dean shouted and they heard him slip and fall in the shower.

"No," cried Alex.

Sam sat up in bed as he heard the song once again. He looked at Alex, who was in the doorway of the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and Sam threw the covers back, getting out of his bed.

A few hours later, they were sitting at the table in the motel room, eating tacos and burritos. Dean took a huge bite out of his crunchy taco and chewed. He looked down into his taco as he chewed.

"Do these tacos taste funny to you?"

Alex slammed her food down and threw her head down on the table. Dean looked at her weirdly and Sam pushed a fake smile onto his face.

Sam sat up in bed, sighing as he looked over at Dean, who was lacing up his brown boots. Alex stood in the doorway, her face sad, as she stared at Dean. A few minutes later, Dean walked into the bathroom. He grabbed the electric razor and plugged it in. As he plugged it in, he was electrocuted.

This time, Alex and Sam jolted awake at the same time. Sam slammed his hand down on the radio, stopping the song.

"I'm getting really sick of this, Sammy," whispered Alex.

Sam nodded.

"We're going back to the mystery spot tonight. There's gotta be something there that's causing this to happen."

At the mystery spot that night, Sam swung his axe into the wall angrily while Dean and Alex were crouched down beside the owner, who was tied to a chair.

"Don't worry, everything's fine. No one's gonna get hurt," said Alex, smiling at the owner.

Dean nodded and then glanced over at Sam.

"Hey, Sammy? Why don't you put the axe down and let this man go, what do you say?"

"No, something's gotta be going on here. I intend to find out what the hell it is," said Sam.

He returned to hacking up the wall with his axe as Dean looked around the whole place.

"This place is pretty tore up, dude. Time to give it a rest," said Dean.

"No! I'm gonna take it down to studs."

Sam began hacking at the wall again and Alex and Dean looked at the owner, chuckling. Dean stood up from his crouch, walking over to Sam.

"Sammy. That's enough."

Dean walked over and began fighting Sam for the axe. Alex watched with wide eyes as Dean grabbed the axe from Sam. Suddenly, Sam's grip on the axe faltered and blood splattered all over the owner and Alex.

"Oh no. Dean?"

Sam and Alex jerked awake, sighing as the day repeated once again.

They walked into the diner, Sam with his hands in his pockets and Alex walking sadly behind all of them.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett," said the cashier, handing the old man his change.

"Yeah, yeah," said Mr. Pickett.

The man walked past them and Sam didn't even bother moving his shoulder as the old man bumped into him.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules," said the waitress.

The man slid the coins from his pocket across the counter to the waitress.

"Coffee," he said.

Dean led them to the same booth as every other time. Alex sat on the end this time though as Dean glanced up at the specials. Alex looked over at the counter too and saw an older man sitting at the counter, taking a drink from his coffee cup. She frowned, not sure if she had ever seen him before.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," said Dean.

Sam sighed and put down a set of keys in the middle of the table. Dean looked at the keys, then looked up at Sam.

"What are those?"

"The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel."

Dean glanced down at the keys again and then looked over as the waitress approached their table.

"You folks ready?" she asked.

"Yes, we are. Um, I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and a coffee."

"Hey, Doris?" asked Alex.

"What'd I like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're an absolutely terrible shot."

"Now how did you-"

"Lucky guess," said Alex.

She smirked sarcastically at the waitress, who huffed and walked away from their table. Alex turned her attention back to Dean.

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

"Time loop," answered Sam, his face never changing or showing emotion.

"Like 'Groundhog Day?'"

"Look, it doesn't even fucking matter anymore because there's no way to stop it," said Alex, ripping up a napkin into little tiny pieces as she spoke.

"Geez. Aren't you guys grumpy?" smirked Dean.

"Yeah, we fucking are. And you wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row we've been through. And it never stops. Never. So yeah, we're a little grumpy," answered Sam.

Dean stared at them.

"Hot sauce," said Alex.

"What?" asked Dean.

Doris approached their table and set down Dean's coffee cup directly in front of him.

"And some hot sauce for the… Whoops! Crap," said Doris, as it tumbled off of her tray.

Without taking her eyes off of Dean's face, Alex grabbed the hot sauce before it fell all the way to the ground. She faced it right-side up and placed it next to Dean's coffee cup.

"Thanks," said Doris.

Dean looked between Alex and Sam and Doris gave another quick glance their way before walking back to another table.

"Nice reflexes," said Dean.

"Look, both of us knew that was going to happen, Dean. We know everything that's gonna happen," said Alex.

Dean scoffed.

"You don't know everything."

"Yeah, we do, actually."

"Yeah, right," said Dean.

He stopped smirking as Alex and Sam said it at the exact same time as him.

"Nice guess."

They did it again, so Dean frowned and tried again.

"It wasn't a guess," said Alex.

"Right, you guys are just mind readers."

"But that's not all," said Sam.

He nodded his head over towards the cashier.

"Randy, the cashier. He's skimming from the register."

"Judge Myers," said Alex, nodding to the older gentleman who was now standing at the counter drinking from his milkshake.

"At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit," finished Alex.

The man looked over at her, having heard his name, and dropped his milkshake all over the counter as he heard her comment.

"And over there. That's Cal," said Sam, nodding to the homeless man who was always at the counter getting coffee when they came in every morning.

"He's gonna rob Tony, the mechanic, on the way home."

"And what's your point with all of this?" asked Dean, his arm slung over the back of the booth as he looked at both of them with wide eyes.

"Our point is, we've lived through every single possible Tuesday. We've watched you die in every possible way, Sam singlehandedly ripped apart the mystery spot, we burnt it down, we've tried everything we know in order to save your life, but for some reason, we can't. No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday again," said Alex.

As they walked down the sidewalk after their breakfast, Sam and Alex still looked pretty glum.

"Dog," said Sam.

Right then and there, they passed the Golden Retriever that always barked and whined at them as they passed every single Tuesday. Dean looked the dog up and down.

"Look. There's gotta be some way out of this," said Dean.

Sam and Alex ignored him as they passed old man Mr. Pickett.

"Where's my damn keys?" said Alex.

"Where's my damn keys?" asked Mr. Pickett as they stepped around him on the sidewalk.

He began checking all of his pockets.

"Excuse me," said Alex.

"Excuse me," said the petite, pretty blonde woman as she passed by them and accidentally bumped into Dean's left shoulder, as she always did every single Tuesday. Dean looked back at her.

"She's kind of cute," he said, turning back around to face forward as they walked ahead.

They stepped off the sidewalk and into a crosswalk onto an empty street, with no cars in sight. Dean smacked Sam's arm and he stopped both Alex and Sam from walking forward.

"Hey. All of these times, did I ever stop and do this?"

Dean turned back around towards the direction they had just come from and chased down the pretty blonde woman.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he yelled down the street towards her.

"No," whispered Alex, answering Dean's question as she and Sam watched him approach the blonde woman.

The woman handed Dean a flyer before smiling and walking away from them. Dean walked back over to his siblings, who had walked a little ways back down the street to meet Dean halfway.

"A hundred Tuesdays and neither one of you ever bothered to check what in the hell she was holding in her hands?" asked Dean.

Both Sam and Alex shrugged, so Dean sighed and turned the folder over in his hands, showing the front of it to them. On it was a picture of the man who had gone missing. Dean held the flyer next to his face as he held it up.

"Isn't this the guy who went missing?" he asked.

Sam and Alex looked at the folder for a few moments.

"Yeah," answered Sam, finally.

"So, that was his daughter back there."

Sam's eyes widened and he grasped the flyer from Dean's hands, jogging back towards the woman.

"Ma'am? Excuse me, Miss?" he yelled after her.

Dean and Alex watched Sam track her down, but they were standing beside the dog, which was now growling and then began barking towards them. The dog licked its lips. Dean smiled.

"Hey, buddy. Someone need a friend?" he asked.

He stepped towards the dog, and Alex didn't notice until it was too late. Dean screamed as the dog attacked him. Alex sighed.

"Not again, no," she whispered.

Sam jolted awake yet again. "Heat of the Moment" was blaring through the radio speakers and Alex groaned as she rolled over.

"Fuck this, Sam. I'm done with all of this," she whispered.

In the diner about an hour later, Dean was chowing down on his food. Sam was on his computer and Alex was occasionally glancing at it. Otherwise, she was people watching and keeping an eye on Dean, as usual. She noticed that the same old man was sitting at the counter a few feet away from them, but she couldn't help but feel that something was off about him. She sighed and shook her head free of those weird thoughts. She tuned back into what Sam was saying.

"So this police report lists Dexter Hasselbeck as a professor. But that's not all he is," said Sam.

Alex looked over Sam's shoulder at the computer screen.

"Well, what else is he then?" asked Dean.

"Well, when I talked to his daughter, she informed me that her dad was actually quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog, even. He writes about tourist attractions," continued Sam.

Alex's attention drifted away from their conversation as she watched the old man, who had been sitting directly across from them at the counter, get up and walk over to the cash register.

"Mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here," finished Sam.

He slid the computer over to Dean and Dean flipped it around to look at the article on the screen. He scoffed and then shut the computer.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here."

Dean stood up from the table first, heading towards the cash register. Sam and Alex stood up to follow him, but Alex grabbed Sam's arm, pulling him back as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"What is it?" asked Sam, seeing the worry and concern written all over her face.

"Sam. What's wrong with this picture?"

She discreetly pointed to where the old man had been sitting at the counter. Sam's forehead wrinkled slightly as he looked over at the place settings.

"I know something is different, but I really just can't put my finger on it," whispered Alex, looking at the spot with him.

Dean stopped once he was halfway to the counter, noticing that his siblings weren't directly following him. He stopped and turned around, headed back towards them.

"What's wrong?" asked Dean.

Sam and Alex turned to look out the windows, seeing the old man walk right by the building.

"That guy has had maple syrup for the past 102 Tuesdays and now all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" asked Sam, still looking out the windows even though the man had already long passed by.

"Well, I mean, it's a free country, right? A man can't choose his own type of syrup? What is this place coming to?" asked Dean, jokingly.

"Not today. Not in this diner. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except us," whispered Alex, looking over at her oldest brother.

Sam sat up in bed as "Heat of the Moment" played once again. His jaw was tense as he looked over at Dean, who was, of course, sitting on the very edge of his bed and lacing up his brown boots.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Alex stood in the doorway of the bathroom, the same expression on her face as Sam looked over at her.

Back in the diner that morning, Sam and Alex sat across from Dean in their usual booth. They glared at the older gentleman who was sitting across from them at the counter, his back turned towards them.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of… what, again?" asked Dean.

"Eat your breakfast," said Alex and Sam, turning to look at him only briefly before they returned to looking at the man at the counter.

Dean's eyebrows rose, but he did as he was told and returned to eating his meal. A few minutes later, the old man stood up, grabbed a toothpick, and walked outside. Alex nearly shoved Sam out of the booth to follow the man, handing Sam a medium size, brown paper bag as she did so. Sam grabbed it from her grasp and they both began following the man outside, only a few steps behind him.

"Wait, what's in the bag?" called out Dean.

He sighed, stood up from the booth, threw a few bills onto the table to pay for his meal, and then he walked after them.

Sam and Alex finally caught up to the man as he twisted his toothpick around in his mouth. They were behind some building a few blocks away from the diner and Sam shoved the man against some wall, holding a wooden stake up to his neck.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" asked the man, his arms flailing around as Sam grabbed him and pointed the stake at his neck.

Alex stood a few feet behind Sam, her arms crossed across her chest as Dean joined them.

"I know who the hell you are. Or should I say what?" seethed Sam.

"Oh my God, please don't kill me," begged the man.

Alex rolled her eyes at his pleas.

"Um, Sam?" asked Dean.

"You know, it took me a hell of a long time, but I got it," said Sam.

"What?" asked the man.

"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don't they?"

"Yeah, sure, okay. Just put the stake down, please," begged the man, glancing at the stake Sam still held against his neck.

"Sam, maybe you shoul-" began Dean.

"No!" yelled Sam, looking over at Dean.

He turned back to the man he held.

"There's only one creature powerful enough to be doing what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in fucking time loops! In fact, you basically have to be a god. You'd have to be a trickster," said Sam.

"Look, Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. I have a wife and two kids, for crying out loud! I sell ad space," cried the man.

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

The man looked at Sam and then suddenly, his face changed. His face became that of the same trickster that they had battled months ago, the one they had believed was dead. Alex gasped and both Sam and Dean's eyes widened as they took him in.

"Actually, kiddos, you didn't kill me," said the trickster.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Sam, still holding the stake to the trickster's neck.

"You're joking, right? You three assholes tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?"

The trickster smirked.

"And Hasselbeck. What about him?" asked Dean, now standing directly beside Sam and next to the trickster.

The trickster rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Oh, that putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes. So I dropped him in one."

The trickster cackled, throwing his head back slightly to laugh. He contained his laughter and brought his head back down to their eye level.

"And then you three showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you? Killing my brother over and over again?" asked Alex, stepping up towards them to stand close to Dean.

"Oh, hello gorgeous," said the trickster.

He winked at her as he sneered at her and Dean pulled her closer, slinging his arm over her shoulder. The trickster rolled his eyes.

"For one, yes. It is fun. And two, this is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you two, Alex and Sam. Watching your brother die, every single day, forever."

Alex watched as Sam literally began trembling with his anger.

"You son of a bitch," whispered Sam.

The trickster just continued smiling.

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

"Oh yeah? If I kill you, this all ends, right now," said Sam.

He dug the stake deeper into the trickster's neck and the trickster groaned at the pressure.

"Aww, hey, whoa there. Okay, okay, look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, and it'll be Wednesday. I promise," said the trickster, his gaze flickering between the three of them and their faces.

"You're lying," said Sam.

"Well, if I am, you'll know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner," promised the trickster.

Sam looked at Dean and Alex, but then shook his head.

"Nah, it's just easier to kill you," said Sam.

The trickster smiled.

"Sorry, kiddos. Certainly can't have that."

He brought both of his hands up to his chest, crossed them, and then snapped, using both of his hands, at the same time.

Sam woke up, but this time, it wasn't to the same song. This time, it was "Back in Time" by Huey Lewis and the News. Sam sat up slowly, smirking as he realized that it was finally Wednesday.

"So the trickster didn't lie," he whispered to himself.

He looked over at the bathroom, where Dean was standing in the doorway with Alex. Alex was leaning against the doorframe, fully dressed, and smiling over at Sam, the glee evident on her face.

"What, were you just gonna sleep all day?" asked Dean, his toothbrush dangling from his fingertips.

"No Asia," said Sam.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know. This station really sucks," said Dean.

Sam looked over at the old-fashioned radio and smirked when he saw that it was finally Wednesday. He gasped slightly.

"It's Wednesday!" he exclaimed, sounding almost like a small child on Christmas morning.

"Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, would you?" asked Dean, pointing to the radio with his toothbrush.

Sam threw the covers off of his legs and practically jumped out of his bed, almost falling as he did so. The smile on his face was humongous as Alex laughed at him from her against the bathroom door.

"What, are you kidding? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" asked Sam, sounding almost giddy.

Dean just looked back at him, sounding almost mad.

"No. Jesus, how many Tuesdays did you have?"

Sam grabbed one of his button up shirts from the end of his bed and slipped it on. He shook his head at Dean's question, his eyebrows raised.

"I don't know. Alex and I lost count. Hey, wait. What do you remember?" asked Sam.

"I remember both of you being pretty insane yesterday and then I remember running into the trickster," offered Dean.

Sam nodded with Dean's words.

"But that's about it."

"Alright, pack your stuff. Let's get the hell out of town, now," said Alex.

She pushed herself off of the doorframe and headed towards their bags, throwing an empty one at each of her brothers.

"What, no breakfast?" asked Dean, his bottom lip sticking out like a putting five year old.

"No, no breakfast," said Sam.

Dean was packing up the car about half an hour later, throwing his bag in the trunk. He heard someone approach him while his back was turned, and he assumed it was either Alex or Sam.

"Are you guys sure we should just let the trickster go?" he asked.

He whirled around and saw Cal, the homeless man from the diner, standing in front of him and holding a gun in one of his hands.

"Give me your wallet," said Cal, the gun shaking as he held it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy, just relax," said Dean.

"I am relaxed!" yelled Cal.

Dean nodded slowly.

"Okay, alright. Nobody wants this to end the wrong way, so let's talk about it for a second."

Sam and Alex were inside packing up their bags. As Sam shoves his computer down into his satchel, he heard a gunshot from outside.

"Dean!" yelled Alex.

She and Sam both took off running down the stairs and out into the parking lot where the Impala was parked. Cal was running away as they ran down the steps and saw Dean lying on the ground, blood spurting from a gunshot wound on the right side of his chest. The blood was soaking his jacket as Alex and Sam ran over to him, crouching down at his sides.

"No, no, no, no," cried Alex.

"Come on," cried Sam.

Alex grabbed Dean's head and rested it in her lap as she tried to get him to open his eyes. Sam closed his eyes, hoping he would wake up like they had before. After a few seconds, nothing had happened.

"Sammy, we're supposed to wake up. Why aren't we waking up?" cried Alex.

Her face was now soaked with tears as she realized that Dean was really dead, and nothing was changing. Sam shook his head and Alex began sobbing as she held one of her hands to Dean's open wound.

"This wasn't supposed to happen today," said Sam, his own tears falling over his cheeks.

Six months later, Sam was driving the Impala down a road, the rain pelting the windshield as he drove. His phone rang, but he never answered, just letting it roll straight into his voicemail instead. The voice mailbox beeped and a message from Bobby began playing as Sam drove.

"Sam? It's Bobby. I heard about that demon thing you took care of in Death Valley. Nice job. It's been about three months since we talked though. It'd be awfully nice to hear your voice. Give me a call. I'm here."

A few days later, Sam was at a motel, eating his dinner when his phone rang again. It was another voicemail from Bobby.

"Sam? It's me, Bobby, again. Look, I'm worried about you. And so is Alex. You know, your twin sister? She's basically given up on you returning her calls. Just tell me you're not sitting alone somewhere, obsessing over this damn trickster. Call me, Sam. We can find it together. No one man should take something like this on alone. Do you hear me? By the way, that vampire nest in Austin. One hell of a job."

The next morning, Sam listened to his voicemails. This time, Alex was speaking, not Bobby.

"Um, Sammy?"

Sam's heart broke as he heard the despair, worry, anger, hurt, and hatred in her tone.

"Um, we've found him."

She hung up after that message and Sam looked at himself in the mirror.

Bobby listened as he heard Sam's footsteps approaching from behind him. They were back at the Brower County Mystery Spot, ready to find the trickster. Bobby stood up and turned around as Sam entered the room.

"It's good to see you, boy," said Bobby.

He walked over to Sam and threw his arms around him. Sam didn't react, just standing there as Bobby held him. Bobby stepped away after a few seconds and looked up into Sam's face.

"What in the hell are we doing here, Bobby?" asked Sam.

"Well, it's the last place where we're sure the trickster worked his magic."

"So?"

"So you want this thing? I found the summoning ritual to bring the trickster here."

Bobby walked over to the things he had set out to summon the trickster and Sam stepped forward slightly.

"So what do we need?" asked Sam.

"Blood."

"How much blood?"

"Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh too."

"Meaning we have to bleed a person dry."

"And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another 50 years," said Bobby, nodding his head.

"Then let's go get some."

Sam turned to go, but Bobby just stared at him.

"You break my heart, kid."

"What?" asked Sam, turning back around to face Bobby.

"I'm not gonna let you murder an innocent man."

"Then why'd you bring me here?"

"Why? Because it was the only way you'd see me. Because I'm trying to knock some sense into you. Because I thought you would back down from killing a man," said Bobby, getting right up in Sam's face.

"Well, you thought terribly wrong. Now, leave the stuff, I'll do it myself. It's none of your damn business what I do anymore!" yelled Sam.

Bobby nodded and reached down inside his bag, pulling out a long knife and turning back around to face Sam.

"You want your brother back so bad? Fine."

Bobby looked off behind Sam and Sam turned around, his heart breaking at what he saw. Alex was standing in the shadows, stepping forward to Bobby. She took the knife from him and held it in her hands.

"Alex. What are you doing?" he asked.

"Better me or Bobby than a civilian," answered Alex.

She held the knife out to Sam, whose jaw ticked as he looked at his twin sister, whom he had abandoned months ago.

"You two are crazy, I'm not killing either one of you."

"Oh, so now we're the crazy ones?" asked Alex.

"Look, Sam. I'm old, I'm coming near the end of my trail. But you can keep fighting. Saving folks. But you need your siblings, so let me give him back to you," offered Bobby.

Sam shook his head, his eyes misty as he looked at the both of them.

"Bobby."

"You, and Alex, and Dean. You three are the closest thing I have to family. I want to do this."

Alex held the knife out to Sam once again and Sam finally took it.

"Okay," said Sam.

"Good," whispered Bobby.

Alex and Sam watched as Bobby knelt down in the middle of the circle and symbols he had drawn, his back towards them.

"Just make it quick," whispered Bobby.

Sam hesitated and took in a deep breath.

"Just do it, son."

Sam looked over at Alex, who smirked at Sam. She handed him a stake that she had in her jacket pocket and Sam inched closer to Bobby.

"Okay, Bobby. But do you wanna know why?" asked Sam.

He suddenly knelt down next to Bobby and stabbed him directly through the heart. Bobby groaned and cried out as he fell forward onto the ground.

"Because you're not Bobby," finished Sam.

He and Alex watched, waiting for the trickster to show himself, but nothing happened.

"Bobby?" asked Alex.

"Bobby?" asked Sam.

Suddenly, Bobby's body disappeared and the stake was the only thing left on the ground. It went flying through the air and into the hands of the trickster, who was standing behind Alex and Sam with a smirk on his face.

"You're right. I was just screwing with you two. Pretty good though, you two. Smart. Although, let me tell you. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands."

Alex had joined Sam and she grabbed his hand. Sam looked down at their hands and Alex squeezed his hand gently, showing him that she was there.

"Bring him back," whispered Sam, looking at the trickster, who was now standing in front of them.

"Who, Dean? Didn't my girls send you two the flowers? Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs, in hell."

"Just take us back to that Tuesday, please. Or Wednesday, when it all started, please. We won't come after you, I swear," pleaded Sam, the tears in his voice and in his eyes as he pleaded for his brother to come back.

"You swear?"

"Yes," said both Alex and Sam.

"I don't know. Even if I could-"

"You can!" cried Alex.

"Very true. But that don't mean I should. Listen, there's a lesson here that I've been desperately trying to drill into those skulls of yours."

"Lesson? What fucking lesson?" asked Alex, beginning to get very frustrated with the trickster.

Sam squeezed her palm to calm her down.

"This obsession to save Dean. The way you three keep sacrificing yourselves for each other! Nothing good ever comes out of it, alright? Just some blood and some pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it too. It's gonna be the death of at least one of you, probably both of you. And sometimes, you have just gotta let some people go."

"He's our brother," said Sam.

"Yep! And like it or not, this is what life is gonna be like without him," said the trickster.

"Please. Just… please," cried Sam.

The trickster sighed and hung his head for a few seconds before looking back up at the two of them again.

"I swear, it's seriously like talking to a fucking brick wall. Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. I'm done, I'm over it."

"Meaning what?" asked Alex.

"Meaning that's for me to know and for you two to find out," said the trickster.

He snapped his fingers.

Sam woke up to "Back in Time" playing on the radio. He sat up in his bed and looked over at Dean and Alex, who were standing in the bathroom doorway, looking over at him.

"Were you just gonna sleep all day?" asked Dean.

Sam's eyebrows rose and Dean stepped slightly out of the bathroom, holding his small cup of water and nodding at Sam's face.

"I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

Dean began brushing his teeth again and Sam looked at Alex. She imperceptibly nodded over to the date on the radio, so Sam looked and saw that it was now Wednesday. He looked back over at Dean.

"It's Wednesday," whispered Sam.

"Yeah, which usually follows Tuesday," said Dean, removing his toothbrush from his mouth and walking back into the bathroom to rinse his mouth out.

"Turn that thing off," he hollered from the bathroom.

Sam quickly threw the covers off of his lower half and walked over to Dean. Just as Dean turned around to face Sam once again, Sam grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him into a powerful hug. Dean's eyebrows rose as Sam continued hugging him for quite a long time.

"Dude, how many Tuesdays did you even have?" he asked Sam.

"Enough."

Sam pulled away then to look at Dean's face.

"Wait. What do you remember exactly?"

"Well, I remember you two were pretty insane yesterday. I remember catching up with the trickster and that's about it," answered Dean.

Sam nodded.

"Let's go," said Alex.

"No breakfast?" asked Dean, pouting.

Sam and Alex smirked.

"No breakfast," said Alex.

"Alright, I'll pack the car," said Dean.

He went to grab his stuff, but Sam put a hand on his arm.

"Wait, you're not going anywhere alone."

"It's the fucking parking lot, Sam."

"Just, just trust him this once, oh my Lord," said Alex, rolling her eyes as she pushed past the both of them to get to her stuff.

Sam and Dean laughed.

As they were finishing packing, Sam looked at Alex.

"Hey, Alex? Can we talk about… what happened?"

Alex nodded and walked over to Sam.

"Sure, Sammy. Of course."

She slapped him straight across the face and Sam's head flung back from the force.

"Damn, Alex!" he yelled.

"Don't you ever do anything like that to me, ever. Do you understand me?" asked Alex, looking straight into Sam's eyes.

Sam nodded, still holding onto his face where Alex had smacked him.

"I won't, sis. I promise."

Alex nodded and walked back over to her stuff, zipping up all of her bags.

"Good. I love you, Sammy."

Sam smiled over at his twin sister.

"I love you too, Alex. Now, let's go help Dean."

They grabbed their things and headed out to the parking lot, ready to look out for their older brother for as long as possible.