Heat of the moment

Your eyes snap open. Sam sits up in bed and stares around, you doing the same.

Telling you what your heart is

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean says. You double take at the sight of your older brother. "Dean!" You nearly screech, bounding out of your bed and over to his. You leap onto the bed and hug your brother tightly, feeling him stiffen slightly before relaxing.

"Hey Huntyr. I'm all for some affection, but what's going on?" He asks. You shake your head. "Bad dream I guess." You answer softly. He smiles down at you. "Clowns or planes?" He asks, chuckling. You smile slightly. "Bitch." You say, shoving him slightly. "Jerk." He responds immediately.

The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

"Dude. Asia." Dean says when he notices Sam staring at the clock on the radio. Sam keeps staring, breathing hard. You stare at him for a moment before realizing what he's staring at. The clock says Tuesday.

~••~

The door chimes as you guys enter. You look over and notice the same cashier from yesterday give the same old drunk guy some change. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." He says. "Yeah, yeah." The guy, Mr. Pickett, brushes the warning off and stumbles out of the small diner.

You and Sam follow Dean to the same booth from yesterday. You notice Sam is staring around, bewildered. "Sam..." You whisper. "Yeah Huntyr?" He answers, not even looking at you. "Does this..." You trail off. "Yeah." He answers, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." He reads off the "Specials" poster on the wall.

You glance between Dean and the poster. "It's Tuesday?" You ask. "Yeah." Dean says, casting you a weird look.

"Are you kids ready?" The waitress, Doris, asks. "Yes, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean says, smiling. Sam stares at her for a moment. "Uh, nothing for me, thanks." He says. She turns to you. "Uhm... Just some tea. Thanks." You answer. "Let me know if you change your mind." She says, turning and walking to place our order.

"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean says as soon as Doris is out of earshot. Sam stares after Doris then turns and look at you.

"Hey." Dean says, snapping his fingers and making you and Sam look at him. "You with me?" He asks. "What?" Sam asks. "You two sure you feel okay?" He asks, looking at you worriedly. Sam sighs and glances at you. "You don't—you don't remember? Any of this?" Sam asks, motioning to the diner. "Remember what?" Dean asks. Your jaw nearly drops.

"This. Today. Like it's—like it's ... happened before?" You say, leaning towards Dean. "You mean like déjà vu?" Dean says jokingly. "No, I mean like, like it's really happened before." Sam says. Dean looks in between the two of you. "You two are acting real weird." Dean says. You roll your eyes. "Dean!" You snap. "Yeah. Like déjà vu." He says. "No, forget about déjà vu. I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again." Sam asks. "Okay, how is that not dé—" Dean starts. You know immediately what's he's going to say and you cut him off. "Don't, don't say it! Just don't even..." You say, aggravated.

Before Dean can answer, Doris comes back with Dean's coffee, your tea, and some hot sauce. "Coffee, black, sweet tea, and some hot sauce for the—oops! Crap!"

Sam notices the hot sauce wobble on the tray and catches it as it falls. Doris gasps and you and Dean look at Sam in awe. Sam stares at the bottle in his hand and gives it back.

"Thanks." She says, staring at Sam. Doris puts down the bottle and leaves.
"Nice reflexes." Dean comments. Sam swallows, frustrated and confused, but doesn't say anything.

~••~

The same dog barks as you, Sam and Dean pass. You and Sam stare back behind you at the dog. "Sam, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean says, glancing back at the dog too. "Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too." You look at Sam with a "what the hell" look that matches with Dean's. "Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean says sarcastically.

"So you don't believe me?!" Sam says. You're starting to believe that it was just a weird case of déjà vu that both you and Sam are experiencing. But that's really far-fetched. Even for you.

Dean laughs as he collides with the same blonde girl from your dream. "Excuse me." She says. You stare after her. "Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions." Dean says to Sam, but Sam dismisses it immediately.

"No, no way, way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then—" Sam trails off. You know what happened. Dean died. "And then what?" Dean asks. Sam pauses, not wanting to say. "Then I woke up." He says. You look at him. "N-" You start. Then you pass the movers from your dream. "What Huntyr?" Dean asks. "N...nothing." You say. "Told you it wouldn't fit." The first one says, just like in your dream. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" Again?! Just like the dream.

"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it—" Sam exclaims, making you look at him. "Maybe what?" You urge. Sam sighs. "We gotta check that place out. Look, just – go with me on this, okay?" Sam says, looking at Dean. You can tell he's pulling the face on him. Dean caves almost instantly. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look." Sam nods, proud of himself, but you realize what Dean had said and whip around.

"Wait, what? No." You say. "Why not?" Dean answers. "Uhh..." You pause,not wanting to say, "Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded." You say, smiling forcefully.

"My God, you're a freak." Dean jokes. "Dean." Sam scolds. "Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Dean caves.

Dean walks a few feet ahead of you and Sam and looks to his right as he enters the street. A horn sounds loudly as a car slams into him from his left.

"Dean!" You and Sam yell, rushing towards your brother. "Dean, no, no, no." You say, turning him over and cradling his head in your lap. He has blood on his face and is barely moving.

"Come on! Dean." You whisper, touching his forehead with your own.

Mr. Pickett leans out of the now-stopped car. You are still staring down at Dean while Sam charges towards the man.

"Hey. Dean." You say. "Don't leave me. Don't die Dean. Please." You beg. Then your brother stops moving.

"Dean. Dean!"