Heat of the moment

You're eyes stay closed. You can't even look at Sam. Nope. Not today.

~••~

The door chimes as you, Sam, and Dean enter the diner. The cashier gives Mr. Pickett some change. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier says. "Yeah, yeah." Mr. Pickett says, turning around. You bump into Mr. Pickett as you pass and pickpocket his keys.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." A waitress says, leaving over the counter. Cal passes her some change. "Coffee." Cal says.

You, Sam, and Dean sit down in a booth. You refuse to meet Sam's eyes so you look around the diner in an att wot to find something different. You look towards the counter and there's a man there with pancakes and maple syrup—he's been at the diner every day that you can remember, but this time he's a lot more noticeable.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean says cheerily.

You put Mr. Pickett's set of keys on the table. Sam snaps Dean look at them, then at you. "What are those?" Dean asks. "The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel." You deadpan, setting your head on your arms.

"You kids ready?" Doris asks. You scowl into your arms and raise your head, a fake smile on your face.

"Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean says, glancing at you momentarily. "Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot." You snap.

"How'd you know that?" Doris asks, chuckling slightly. "Lucky guess." You say, glaring at her slightly. She nods before walking away.

"Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asks.
"Time loop." You answer. "Like Groundhog Day." Dean asks. "Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it." You sigh, placing you head down on your arms again. You close your eyes before scenes of Dean dying flash before your eyes. You quickly open them and look at Dean.

"Jeez, aren't you grumpy." Dean jokes. You scowl at him. "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." You snap.

"What?" Dean asks, confused. Doris arrives with the coffee and hot sauce. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap!" Sam catches the hot sauce and slides it across the table to Dean. "Thanks." Doris says, walking away.

"Nice reflexes." Dean says, staring at Sam. "I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen." Sam says. He's obviously as tired of this as you are.

"You don't know everything." Dean says challengingly. "Yeah. I do." Sam shoots back.

"Yeah, right. Nice guess." Sam and Dean say in unison. "It wasn't a guess." Sam says.

"Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Huntyr." Dean snaps when you join in. You all lean towards each other simultaneously.

"You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Huntyr Winchester cries her way through scary movies. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he—" You all three say in unison until Dean stops.

Dean throws up his hands. "Okay, enough!" Dean exclaims. "That's not all." Sam says. "Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit." Sam says, standing up.

"Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home." Sam exclaims. You stare at him having a complete breakdown in the middle of the diner.

"What's your point?" Dean asks, standing up and pulling Sam back into the booth.

"My point is me and Huntyr have lived through every possible Tuesday. We've watched you die every possible way. We have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we know to save your life, and we can't. No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday again." Sam says, collapsing beside you, tears in his eyes.

~••~

"Dog." You deadpan. The dog barks as you, Sam, and Dean pass. "There's gotta be some way out of this." Dean says. "'Where's my dang keys?'" You mock as you pass Mr. Pickett, searching his pockets for the keys you lifted. "Where's my dang keys?" He exclaims as he walks down the sidewalk.

"'Excuse me.'" You mock as Dean collides with the blonde girl. "Excuse me." She says. "She's kinda cute." Dean chuckles.

Dean puts out a hand to stop you and Sam. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" He asks before turning and chasing the girl down. "Excuse me, miss!" He yells, grabbing her attention.

Sam turns to face you. "No." He says, turning back to watch Dean jog back over to you. "A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean asks, holding up the flyer.

You can see that there is a picture and the word "MISSING". Sam shrugs as you examine the flyer. "That's the guy who went missing?" Dean asks, pointing to the picture. You stare at the name "DEXTER HASSELBACK" under the picture from the newspaper clipping.

"Yeah?" You say. "That's his daughter back there." Dean smirks. Sam's face drops before he's grabbing the flyer and running after the blonde girl. "Ma'am? Ah, Miss?" He shouts after her.

The dog growls and barks at you and Dean. Dean looks at the dog, then smiles and leans over to pet it. "Hey buddy! Somebody need a friend?" He says. You smile and look to find Sam and the blonde girl who have seemed to disappear in the crowd.

"Good boy—aaah!" You jump when you hear Dean shriek and look at where he is. The dog has Dean's hand in his mouth where foam is pouring out. "No!"