You and Sam have despairing expressions on your faces."I still think you guys are nuts, but... whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean says, patting your shoulder. "Thanks." You say, leaning into his touch a bit.

"So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?" Dean asks, taking his hand away from your shoulder and looking at Sam. "Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure." Sam says. "What do we do?" Dean asks.

"Well, we keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of." Sam says. "Shouldn't be too hard." Dean jokes. "Yeah, right. Dean, we've watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it." You say exasperated.

"Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" Dean asks. You nod. "Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon." You answer. "And Huntyr, you always sit on that side of the booth, right?" You nod again.

Dean turns to Doris, who is standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook. "'Scuse me, sweetheart?" Doris turns to look at Dean. "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" Dean asks. Doris nods. "Sure thing, hon." She says, smiling.

"See? Different day already. Huntyr, come sit by your big bro." Dean says, patting the seat beside him. You smile at his efforts, making Sam stand and changing seats. "You see, if you, Huntyr, and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die." Dean says, smiling proudly.

Doris brings over Dean's food. "Thank you." Dean says, stabbing a sausage link with his fork and bites it. Sam grins at you as Dean continues chewing. All is good and well in the world until Dean starts to choke.

You jump up and try to dislodge the sausage but it won't move. "Dean. Dean?" Sam nearly shrieks.

~••~

Heat of the moment

Your eyes open as you sit up in bed and stare around, instantly meeting Sam's eyes. Oh no.

~••~

Dean pokes his shampoo lathery head around the shower curtain, meeting your eyes in the bathroom mirror. "You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?" Dean whines. You shake your head as you blow dry it. "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday!" You shout over the blow dryer and Dean's shower.

"Whatever that means." Dean says, disappearing behind the shower curtain.

You roll your eyes and continue to blow dry your hair until you hear Dean yelp, followed by a thud. You whip around, dropping the blow dryer.

~••~

Heat of the moment

Your eyes snap open and you bolt up in the hotel bed, instantly looking to Dean, who's strumming air guitar on the other bed.

~••~

Dean bites into a takeout taco, courtesy of you. You sit across from him, biting into your own taco. "Do these tacos taste funny to you?" Dean asks, looking at you. You shrug slightly before watching Dean's head hit the table with a thud.

"What the he-"

~••~

Heat of the moment

You sit up in bed just to lay back down again. Nuh huh. No way. You're not seeing Dean die again.

"Hey Huntyr!" Dean says, walking out of the bathroom with an electric razor in his hand. "Is there an outlet in... Oh! Here we go!" Dean says, plugging in the razor.  The instant the razor touches the outlet, Dean lets out a high pitched shriek before seizing. You sit up to see electricity sizzle through Dean's body.

~••~

Heat of the moment

You hear the alarm going off, but you choose to ignore it and keep your eyes closed for once, wishing for Wednesday.

"Come on Huntyr! Gotta get on it!" Dean shouts. You ignore him and roll over to face Sam. "Do you wanna get up?" You ask him. He shakes his head, not even opening his eyes. "Nope."

~••~

Several thuds sound from where Sam is breaking down the walls with an axe. Dean grins forcefully at you over the owner's head, who is duct-taped to a chair.

"Everybody's fine, nobody's gonna get hurt, okay? Sammy?" Dean says, comforting the owner a bit. Sam stops and turns. "Maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, what do you say?" Dean offers. "Something's gotta be going on here. I intend to find out what." Sam says, crazy in his eyes. He's scaring you, to be honest.

Sam turns and goes back to swinging the axe. "Place is tore up pretty good, dude. Time to give it a rest." You say, standing to walk towards Sam. "NO!" Sam shouts, making you jump back from him. "I'm gonna take it down to studs." He basically growls.

Dean stands at Sam's shout. "Sammy, that's enough. Give me the axe." Dean demands, walking towards Sam and pushing you back towards the owner.

"Leave it, Dean." Sam shouts as Dean gets closer to him. "Give it." Dean demands, trying to reach for the axe. "No!" Sam shouts. You look down at the tied up owner fearfully. Dean glances back at you and meets your eyes.

"Sam dammit you're scaring Huntyr! Now give me the axe!" Dean shouts, grabbing the axe and pulling it towards him. "No. She's a big girl. You give it." Sam says, pulling back on the axe.

"Let it go." Dean says. "No." Sam responds, pulling back. "Let it go, come on!" Dean yells, pulling it forcefully towards himself. If you weren't so scared, you'd think they looked silly. But frankly, you were terrified of Sam and for Dean.

"Dean, leave it, please—" Sam's demand is cut off by Dean's head crashing into the edge of the axe. You scream as you're splashed with your eldest brother's blood, dropping to the floor.

"Dean!" You sob.