In case you couldn't guess what this chapter is going to be about, this is my interpretation of the episode "Mystery Spot" Also, most of the chapters of this story will be full of feels and whatnot so watch out for them ;) I'm only posting the update earlier than I normally do because I have had it written already.

I do not own Supernatural

It had been a Tuesday that Dean died.

At first it was like any other Tuesday… a classic rock tune played on the radio (not one of her favorites, but it didn't really matter) they got ready in the morning, Dean was in a strangely good mood. It bothered Sam since he had made a deal with a demon and his time was running out quickly, but he acted like it was nothing. She wished that sometimes he could take things a little more seriously.

Anyway, after they were ready they grabbed breakfast and checked out a new job. They went to the place known as "Mystery Spot" . There was a man there who was so frightened that they were going to rob him or something. He had a gun with him, his hand shaking, then bang.

Dean fell. Sam's eyes widened. "Dean!" She rushed to her big brother.

No… she was supposed to have more time to figure out the crossroads deal and break it. How could he just… drop dead? She felt tears at the corners of her eyes. The man kept on muttering apologies to her, but she just turned to him, fuming at him. "Just call an ambulance."

"I-I-I… I really didn't mean to-" He stuttered, his hands shaking even more wildly.

"Just do it!" Sam shouted.

He retreated. Once he did, she let her tears fall. "No… no please, not like this…"

Dean's eyes closed, and Sam gripped his shoulders tightly.

It was the heat of the moment…

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the alarm-clock radio. She shot right up, and found that she was indeed back in their hotel room. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"

She looked over to where her brother was, tying his shoes. She blinked, before turning back to the radio, unable to comprehend what just happened.

It must've been a dream, she decided. It would be better think like that, since she was already stressed enough.

But it couldn't have been a dream, everything was too real. Even this morning felt like déjà vu to her, the same song playing on the radio again and the same events playing through. "Dude. Asia." Dean said.

Yes. Asia was the name of the band which played 'Heat of the Moment', that much she knew. "Dean." She said, partly annoyed at her brother's mannerisms. She strongly disliked the song, and if she ever heard it again, she didn't know what she would do.

"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean teased, oblivious to the amount of staring that Sam is doing.

In the bathroom, Dean gargled very loudly and rudely. Sam already had finished brushing her teeth, and continued to brush her hair. However, she produced no reaction to Dean's behavior. Dean must've taken it personally, so he asked, "What?" Thinking something was wrong with his little sister.

"I don't know." Sam admitted.

"You alright?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. It was as if he always knew when she was distraught, it was just difficult to hide her distress from him. "I think I-" She paused. How was she going to explain what she had experienced? "Man, I had a weird dream."

"...Clowns or midgets?"

She splashed water into his face before they left for breakfast. So far, everything had been going on just like in her dream. From the breakfast joint, to Dean's lines, to the falling tabasco sauce.

It was even still a Tuesday for her.

She couldn't quite focus, it was pretty weird. It was the most intense feeling of déjà vu she had ever experienced. However, it couldn't be déjà vu because that just wasn't really a thing. "Hey." Dean snapped his fingers in front of her, bringing her back to reality. "You with me?"

"What?" She asked. She felt a little bad that she wasn't listening to him, but, she was in fact bewildered.

"You sure you feeling ok?" He asked in an undertone.

Sam sighed deeply, finally deciding to give in. "You… you don't remember any of this, do you?"

"Remember what?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"No, I mean, like, it's already happened before."

It took him a moment, then he said, "Yeah. Like déjà vu."

"No, I mean, it's actually happened before."

"Ok, how is that not déjà-"

"Don't, don't say it! Just don't even-" Her voice had started to rise, but the waiter had decided to come right at the moment.

Sam caught the tabasco bottle for the waiter. It wasn't long after they left the restaurant that Dean had been run over by a car, and he died in her arms.

Telling me what your heart meant...

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Her eyes snapped open. This was the third time that it was still Tuesday. The third time that Dean just had to gurgle loudly and annoyingly in the bathroom.

...The third time that her big brother was going to die.

"Would you listen to me, Dean? Because I am flipping out." Sam was saying in the restaurant after he proclaimed that it was 'Pig-in-a-Poke' day. When the waiter came, she ordered for the both of them quickly.

Once the waiter left, Dean cracked her a smile. "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that."

Sam sighed. "Dean, quit screwing around."

She tried to explain what it was, and then Dean compared it to Groundhog Day again. Then she guessed what he was about to say… 'dingo-ate-my-baby crazy'. Then, she caught the hot sauce without even looking at it.

"Nice reflexes." He commented.

The waiter had left by then. "No, I just knew it was going to happen."

"Ok, look, I'm sure there's some sort of explanation-"

"You're just going to have to go with me on this, Dean, you just have to. You owe me that much." She practically was on her knees and begging for him to believe her, she didn't think she could live through her brother's death again.

"Calm down." He said, noticing the rise in temper. "It's going to be ok."

"Don't tell me to calm down. I can't calm down. I can't. Because-" Her voice faltered. It most definitely wasn't going to be ok… she nearly added.

Dean's eyes widened at her sudden hesitation. "Because what?" He urged.

"Because you die today, Dean." She finally said.

There was a long pause. Then Dean said determinedly, "I'm not going to die. Not today."

"Twice now I've watched you die, and I can't…. I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe me. Please."

Dean stared at her. Then he said calmly, "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out. It'll be all right, Sammy." She nodded at his words, and once Dean was finished with his breakfast, they left.

They decided to go to Mystery Spot during the daytime, since she told him that he died there. She also had to hurry her pace to rescue him from the driver.

When they were at Mystery Spot, she felt like hitting the owner or something because she was just so frustrated. This investigation was just heading nowhere.

It was after she was dragged out, that Dean figured out her entire ordeal, and decided that they should just lay-low until midnight. They never got the chance.

A desk fell right on top of him, and Sam yelped. No… not again…

It was the heat of the moment…...showed in your eyes

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. This was going to take everything she had, if she wanted to end the torture that was her "Groundhog Day".

After they got ready, they were in the same diner again. She had just explained everything to Dean, who made the same comparisons as the day before.

"...You said I order the same thing every time, right?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon." She said it as if it had been rehearsed thoroughly.

Dean told the waitress that he wanted sausage instead of bacon. The day was starting to look positive when his food came. She even thought she may not have to watch her brother die again.

However, she was wrong to think that. Dean choked on the sausage, and dropped dead before she could heimlich him. She sat there, helpless and alone.

'Cause now you find yourself in eighty two...

That stupid song by Asia kept on playing every morning. She was bound to destroy the radio by the time it was Wednesday.

However, it was this time that she decided they weren't going for breakfast. It was too much of a risk. Dean was disappointed, but she remarked, "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday!"

He was about to head into the shower, when he furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Whatever that means."

She sighed. How many times was she going to have to explain this to her brother? How many times did she have to watch him die? She was becoming tormented.

She buried her head in her hands. She was just exhausted. All she wanted was more time to figure out how she could save him from his impending doom, not just from the Groundhog Day situation, but the deal that he had made.

Thud.

Her eyes widened. "Dean?"

Silence.

The disco hot spots hold no charm for you

His deaths were becoming more and more ridiculous.

He got electrocuted by his razor, and he also died from food poisoning from this taco that they had picked up from a sketchy diner.

Another time they decided… well, Sam insisted they head over to Mystery Spot. Mostly just to vent her anger out on the man who owned the joint. She even tied him up.

She took an axe and started to tear down the place. While she was hacking away, she heard Dean console the owner. "Everybody's fine, nobody's going to get hurt, okay? Sammy?"

Sam stopped and turned to him, fuming. She imagined she must have looked terrible, since he actually cringed under her stare. "Maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, what do you say?"

"Something's gotta be going on here. I intend to find out what." She said through gritted teeth, and went back to swinging her axe.

"Place is tore up pretty good, girl. Time to give it a rest."

Her arms shook. "NO! I'm gonna take it down to studs."

Dean stood up slowly, and used his commanding tone on her. "Sammy, that's enough, give me the axe."

They fought over the axe, then the axe went awry. Technically, it was Sam who had killed Dean this time. Once she saw that they were covered in his blood, she dropped the axe in horror. "Dean?"

You can't concern yourself with bigger things…

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

She awoke with tears in her eyes. It was unacceptable that time, since she was the one who killed her brother that time.

Good god she was getting sick and tired of that line.

"Hey, hey! Are you alright?" Dean asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, noticing her shoulders beginning to shake and how wet her cheeks were.

Sam put her hands to her face to wipe her tears, and she tried to shake her head. "I'm… I'm… I'm ok…."

"No, you're not." Dean said. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about? Samantha, you know I'm here for you." His hand was on her shoulder.

She was calming herself by now. "I'll tell you at breakfast, ok?" She said quietly.

Dean nodded, and went to get himself ready, and Sam was grateful that he didn't press any further.

After they were fresh and ready they headed to the diner for the umpteenth Tuesday in a row. She skillfully pickpocketed the car keys from the old man who had run over Dean countless times, in addition to ignoring Dean's comment on the Tuesday special. Now, she was just irritated that she had to go through everything again.

However, she was glad that the morning events seemed to have been forgotten.

On the downside, for the umpteenth Tuesday she had to explain her situation to him.

"...There's no way to stop it." She was saying.

"Jeez, aren't you grumpy."

"Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, I'm a little grumpy. Hot sauce."

"What?"

She had to catch the hot sauce… again…

"Nice reflexes."

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

Suddenly defensive, Dean remarked, "You don't know everything."

"Yeah, I do."

This was getting tiring.

"Yeah, right, nice guess." She said with her brother, in perfect unison.

"It wasn't a guess."

"Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam."

They leaned close to each other. Sam was just copying what Dean was doing, only to prove her point. "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish! Samantha Winchester wears makeup. Samantha Winchester cries her way through sex. Samantha Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when she wakes up she-"

Dean threw up his hands in exasperation. "Ok, alright! That's enough."

She told him about everyone in the joint, she told him how she tore up Mystery Spot and had lived through countless of his deaths. She predicted the things that were happening outside too. "Dog. Excuse me."

A dog outside the restaurant barked at them, and a girl bumped into Dean. "Excuse me." She said. He commented on her looks, as per usual. Sam was about to continue on when he put an arm out to stop her. She looked back to him in surprise.

"Hey, all the times we've walked down the street, have I ever done this?"

Dean walked back up the street to the girl. Sam watched in amazement as Dean spoke with her a little, and she handed him a flyer. Sam blinked owlishly as Dean came back all smug with a pamphlet in his hand. "No."

The paper that was in her hand was actually a missing person's report. His name was Dexter Hassleback. Sam decided to talk to her after they figured out she was the missing man's daughter.

However, behind her, she heard the dog bark and Dean scream.

You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings...

They were back at the diner, just after they had gotten dressed. She told him about the whole ordeal, but this time it was about the missing man. He was a blogger and writer about a lot of conspiracy theories, Mystery Spots, and everything in that area.

However he had just disappeared in a Mystery Spot, which she didn't get. Dean said that it was "...just desserts."

"Yeah, you're right. That is just desserts."

She stopped. The man who had been at the counter the entire time, had a half-eaten pancake leftover and pink syrup doused all over it. "What's wrong?" Dean asked, immediately noticing his sister's discomfort.

She watched the man who had the pancake walk by the diner window. "Guy has maple syrup the past hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he has strawberry?"

"It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean bluntly commented.

"Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Except me." She said.

'Cause it's the heat of the moment…

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

She didn't understand. Dean didn't even die that time.

This time when they were in the diner, she kept a careful eye on the man eating the pancakes. Dean finished his meal as soon as he could, and once the man left, they followed him.

She knew it. It was a trickster. Who else would be so heartless to put her in such a position where she had to witness her brother's death Tuesday after Tuesday?

Once they were close enough, the Winchesters ganked the Trickster in an alleyway, and Sam held the stake closer to his throat, but he didn't seem at all threatened after he revealed himself to be the same trickster they once tried to kill months before.

The Trickster just stared back nonchalantly. "Why… why are you doing this to me?" Sam asked, her voice wavering and hand shaking.

The Trickster faltered slightly at the vulnerable-looking Samantha Winchester, but he stood his ground. He almost regretted that he was doing this to her, but he believed in why he was doing what he was doing. "Why? You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?"

"And Hassleback? What about him?" Dean asked.

"That putz? Said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." He laughed. "Then you guys showed up, and I made you the second you hit town."

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

"One, yes, this is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke's on you, Samantha. Watching your brother die, every day, forever?"

Sam faltered, and couldn't find the strength to correct him. Nobody called her Samantha unless they were family.

Dean stepped up in defense, noticing her lack in reaction and reaching for his gun even though he knew it probably won't affect a trickster. But this man was hurting his sister's feelings, and he wouldn't let it slide. "You son of a bitch."

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

"Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." Sam spat.

However, since he didn't want to die, he promised it'd be Wednesday when she woke up.

Promise me I'll be back in time…

She glanced around. New song. "Dude, you gonna sleep all day?"

Different line. "No Asia…" She breathed.

"Yeah. This station sucks."

She looked at the radio. It showed that it was, in fact, Wednesday. A new day.

She was ecstatic. In fact, she decided that they needed to hightail it out of town as fast as they could. The best thing about today was that she wasn't going to witness her brother die again.

Bang.

No. It couldn't happen today. It wasn't supposed to. It was Wednesday, after all. A new day where her big brother survived.

"Dean!" She cried, rushing out to the parking lot. She slid to her knees next to his bloodied form. "Dean… no!" She shook him, hoping to wake him from unconsciousness or something, but nothing was happening. His eyes were closed, skin color fading, too much blood flowing from his chest.

Tears flowed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, which blinked some of the tears out, but when she opened them back up she was still in the parking lot. "I'm supposed to wake up."

Six months later…

She's been hunting alone, chasing after the trickster. She ignored all of Bobby's worried and frantic calls. She's been stitching her own wounds. It's been hard, since normally her brother takes care of it for her injuries, but she's getting better at it.

However, one of the calls has lifted her hope. Bobby found the trickster for her, and once they met he explained that he knew about the ritual to summon him. The thing was, though, they needed a gallon of blood. Fresh blood.

Yet, Bobby was not just going to let little Samantha Winchester murder an innocent man. That was too much.

He handed her the knife.

The man who had practically been her father… in fact, he was a better father figure than John ever was... offered his own life instead.

But it couldn't have been Bobby. How could he possibly know about the Trickster's whereabouts so suddenly anyway? Including all the details about the ritual. She told her this so she could feel better about her own intentions.

She ended up murdering him with the knife. His corpse just vanished. "Bobby!" She screamed, reaching out into the air he had disappeared into. She held her head into her hands, she couldn't believe what she had just done. She had killed the only other man in the world that she loved, that had cared for her just as much as Dean had.

"You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Samantha-"

"Sam." She corrected, turning to the Trickster seething in rage.

"...ok...Sam... Smart. Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket."

"Bring. Him. Back." She said, bringing the stake to his chest. He leaned back.

"Who, Dean? Didn't my girl send you flowers? Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak."

The grip on her stake loosened, and she spoke quieter. "Just take us back to that Tuesday-er, Wednesday-when it all started. Please. We won't come after you, I swear."

He tried to explain to her that trying to save Dean from his fate was pointless. That this was what it was going to end up being like, but she refused to listen.

She was in fact going to save him. No matter what the cost.

She wasn't sure she could survive without her brother at her side, reminding her that everything was going to be ok. "Please…" Her hand was shaking as tears threatened to fall. "Just…. please…" She said, just a little above a whisper.

The Trickster wouldn't admit it aloud, but it seems as if he has a soft spot for Samantha Winchester.

"What, you gonna sleep all day?"

Those words...hell, that voice was like music to her ears. She shot up from her bed. "I know. No Asia. This station sucks."

"It's Wednesday."

"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday." He shot the radio a look of betrayal. "Turn that thing off."

Ignoring that side comment, she stood and walked over to embrace her brother. Dean kind of just stood there for a moment, shocked of this sudden gesture, before returning the hug and brushing her hair with the back of his hand.

She honestly felt like crying. This time, tears of joy.

"Dude, how many Tuesdays have you had?"

"...Enough."

Her brother was alive. She was going to make every effort to keep it that way.