Heat of the moment

Your eyes snap open as you sit up in bed and stares around. You see Sam sit straight up beside you.

Telling you what your heart is

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean shouts over the music. You stare at Dean sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes with wide eyes. "Dean." You breathe deeply, looking over at Sam.

The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

~••~

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean sad. You drag yourself through the diner behind your brothers and plop down into the booth.

"Okay, would you listen to me, Dean? 'Cause I am flipping out." Sam snaps. "Are you boys ready?" Doris asks, walking up and interrupting you.

"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Tea for her. Nothing for me, thanks." Sam snaps. "You got it." Doris says cautiously. Sam rolls his eyes and turns towards his brother.

"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean says. You glare at him. "Quit screwing around, Dean." You snap.

"Okay. Okay. I'm listening. So, so – you think that you're in some kind of a what again?" He asks, giving you a weird look. "Time loop." You answer. "Like "Groundhog Day"." Dean jokes. "Yes, exactly. Like "Groundhog Day"." You say, not picking up on his joke.

Dean nods. "Uh-huh." He says. "So you don't believe us." Sam snaps. Dean laughs. "It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—" You cut him off. "Dingo ate my baby crazy?" You and Sam deadpan as Dean says it. "How'd you know I was going to say that?" Dean asks. "Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point." Sam says, frustratedly.

"Coffee, black, sweet tea, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." Doris says coming back with a tray. Sam catches the hot sauce and hands it back to Doris without looking. "Thanks." She says, putting down the hot sauce and leaving.

"Nice reflexes." Dean compliments. "No. He knew it was going to happen." You say. Dean sighs. "Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation—"

"You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe us that much!" Sam cuts him off. "Calm down–" Dean says. "Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because—" Sam stops suddenly, looking over at you. "Because what?" Dean asks. Sam doesn't answer so he looks at you. "Because what Huntyr?!" He demands. "Because you die, today, Dean." You say quietly. Dean stares at you in silence. "I'm not gonna die. Not today." Dean says.

"Twice now we've watched you die, and we can't— we won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe us. Please." Sam pleads with your older brother. "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean caves. You nod, smiling while Sam nods unhappily.

~••~

The dog barks as you, Sam and Dean pass. Dean collides with the blonde girl. "Excuse me." She says, staring at Dean. You pass the movers. "Told you it wouldn't fit." The first one says. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The second one snaps.

"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean asks. "Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever." You say, staring at your older brother. "I don't know, it all seems a little too "X-Files" for me." Dean jokes. You glare at him.

"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam snaps. "All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean says, walking forward. "No!" You say, grabbing his arm to pull him back. "No no no no no, we can't." You say. "Why not?" Dean asks. "Because y–y–ou— " You stop, unable to finish. "I what?" Dean demands. Neither you nor Sam answers so Dean guesses.

"I die there?" He asks. Sam nods solemnly. "Blown away, actually." He says. "Huh. Okay, let's go now." Dean says, stepping out into the road. You  rush after him and grab him before he runs into the street. Sam didn't even have time to react before Mr. Pickett's car zooms past in front of you and Dean.

"Stay out of the way!" Mr. Pickett shouts. You stare after the car and look up at Dean who's laughing. Laughing! He continues to laugh until he sees your face.

"Wait, did he –?" He starts. You nod. "Yesterday. Yeah." You answer. "And?" He asks as you step back onto the sidewalk and join Sam. "And what?" Sam asks, annoyed.

"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" Dean asks. You shake your head as Sam answers, obviously irritated. "You peed yourself." Sam deadpans. "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" Dean says, obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable. You smirk at his reaction before looking both way and crossing the street.