We walked in the diner for about the hundredth time, or at least for me, and the door chimes as the cashier gives Mr. Pickett some change.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."

"Yeah, yeah." Mr Pickett grumbles and we bump into each other as we pass. "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." A waitress said and Cal passes her some change. Dean and I sit down in a booth.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean said and I put a set of keys on the table. Dean looks at them, then at me. "What are those?" he asked me. "The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel." I said and Doris comes up to us.

"You two ready?" she asked. "Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean said and I turn to her. "Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot." I said and she gives me a confused look. "How'd you know that?" She asked. "Lucky guess." I said, smirking, and she walks away.

"Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked me. "Time loop." I replied. "Like Groundhog Day." He said. "Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it." I said, annoyed. "Jeez, aren't you grumpy." Dean retorts. "Yeah, I am. You wanna know why?" I asked and he raises an eyebrow at me. "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." I growled. "Hot sauce."

"What?" Dean asked as Doris arrives with the coffee and hot sauce. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the-whoops! Crap!" She shouts but I catch the hot sauce and slide it across the table. "Thanks." Doris said and she walks away again.

"Nice reflexes." Dean compliments. "I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen." I said. "You don't know everything." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, I do." I said.
"Yeah, right." We said, in unison, and Dean furrows his brow.

"Nice guess." We said, in unison again. "It wasn't a guess." I said to him.

"Right, you're a mind reader." we said and I could tell Dean was getting a bit annoyed.

"Cut it out, (y/n)."

"(y/n)."

Then we lean towards each other, simultaneously. "You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish!" We said. "(y/n) (l/n) is a scaredy cat. (Y/n) (l/n) is a crybaby. When she watches Titanic, she cries at the end when Jack dies..." we said until Dean throws up his hands In frustration and said. "Okay, enough!"

"That's not all. Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit. Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home." I informed. "What's your point?" Dean asked me. "My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday. I've watched you die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your life and I can't. No matter what I do, you die. And then I wake up. And then it's Tuesday again." I explained, exhausted.

"Dog." I muttered as we walked down the street and the dog barks. "There's gotta be some way out of this." Dean said as I muttered. "Where's my dang keys?"
We pass Mr. Pickett as he yells. "Where's my dang keys?"

I stepped aside as the blonde woman starts to walk by. Then Dean puts out a hand to stop me. "Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" Dean asked as he goes back to Blonde Girl. "'scuse me, Miss!" He called out and I stare after him, shocked. "No." I said as Blonde Girl gives Dean one of her papers.

"Hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean asked me as he comes back over to me. I shrug as Dean holds up the flyer. "It's the guy who went missing." He said and I stare at the name DEXTER HASSELBACK under the picture from the newspaper clipping. "Yeah?" I said. "That's his daughter back there." Dean said and I grab the flyer and run after Blonde Girl. "Ma'am?" I called out then I hear the dog growling and barking at Dean.

"Hey buddy! Somebody need a friend? Good boy-aaah!" Dean said before he yells in pain and I closed my eyes in exasperation.

The next day, Dean and I were back at the diner and I was on the laptop while he was eating. "So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is." I said. "What is he?" Dean asked. "I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog. He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites-he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here." I said and I turn the laptop to face Dean.

"Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior? More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me." Dean grumbles. "Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself." I remarked and Dean chuckles a bit. "When'd you have time to do all this research?" He asked me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Come on." I grumbled and then I pack up the laptop. We get up and Dean laughs.

"What?" I asked Dean. "I just, it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts." Dean said. "You're right, that is just desserts." I said but then I notice the abandoned plate; it has a partial pancake and pink syrup. Which is odd as I've seen this man only get maple syrup and now he has used a different syrup.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked as I watch the man walk by the diner windows. "Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" I said, suspicious. "It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean asked. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me." I said in a low voice.

The next Tuesday, I watch the man eat his pancakes while Dean eats his breakfast. "So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked me. "Eat your breakfast." I tell him then the Man leaves and I go to follow him. "What's in the bag?" Dean calls out after me as he follows me. 

The Man walks down the street until I grab him, slam him into the fence, and put the tip of a wooden stake at his throat. "Hey!" the man exclaimed but I glare at him. "I know who you are. Or should I say, what." I growled while the man looks at me, terrified. "Oh my God, please don't kill me." He pleads. "Uh, (y/n)?" Dean said but I stand my ground.

"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it." I said. "What?" the man asked. "It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts-your kind loves that, don't they?" I asked with a growl. "Yeah, sure, okay." The Man said as he glances nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!"

"(y/n), maybe you should--" Dean started to say but I yell over him. "No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops-in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster." I said. "Miss, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space-" he exclaims but I shake my head.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" I yelled then the look on the man's face went from terrified to smug. "Actually, sweetheart, you didn't." The man said then he turns into that Trickster we dealt with months ago.

My eyes widen at this before I glared at him. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him, angrily. "You're joking, right? You Chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this? Even if you are one short." He said with a chuckle. "And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asked and the Trickster smirks. "That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." He said before he laughs.

"Then you two showed up. I made you the second you hit town." he explains. "So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" I asked. "One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, (y/n). Watching your boyfriend die, every day? Forever?" he asked and I start to shake in anger.

"You son of a bitch." I growled. "How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your boyfriend. Neither can Sam. No matter what." Trickster said. "Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." I said as I push the stake closer to him. "Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear." He said.

"You're lying." I growled. "If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." He said. I look at Dean, then back at the Trickster. "No. Easier to just kill you." I said. "Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." He said then he snaps his fingers.

Better promise me I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time

My eyes snap open and see that I'm in the hotel again. I sit up and see Dean standing by the sink. "What, you gonna sleep all day?" he asked me and I look at the radio, confused. "No Asia." I said. "Yeah, I know. This station sucks." Dean grumbles and I stare at the clock radio. It says WED.

"It's Wednesday!" I gasp. "Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, will you?" Dean asked me as I grin. "What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" I asked, happily. "No. How many Tuesdays did you have?" Dean asked me as I throw a long-sleeved shirt over my tank top. "I don't know. I lost count." I replied then look over at him.

"Hey, wait. What do you remember?" I asked him. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday and then I remember running into the Trickster. But no, that's about it." He replied. "All right. Pack your stuff, let's get the hell out of town. Now." I said. "No breakfast?" He asked me. "No breakfast." I said then I lean up to him and kiss him on the lips.

Minutes later, Dean went out to load up the Impala while I packed up my stuff. All I could think of was how glad I was gonna be when I get out of this hellhole until I heard a gunshot.

My heart stopped and I whip my head towards the door. "Dean!" I screamed as I hurried out of the room and down the motel exterior stairs. I run to Dean and see that he is on his side on the asphalt, blood on his shirt. "No, no, no no no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn't supposed to happen today, come on-" I cry as I kneel down and hold him. Then I realize that Dean isn't moving.

I close my eyes and wait then open my eyes, but Dean is still dead. "I'm supposed to wake up." I whispered, tearfully, then tears pour down my face and I bury my head into his chest and cry.

Six Months Later

It's (y/n). Leave me a message. 

(Y/n)? It's Bobby. Heard about that demon thing you took care of in Death Valley. Nice job. Been about three months we talked, though. Be nice to hear your voice. Give a call. I'm here.

(Y/n)? It's Sam. Look, I'm worried about you. Just tell me you're not sitting alone somewhere obsessing over this damn Trickster. Call me, (y/n). We can find it together. You, me and Bobby. No one person should take something like this on alone. You hear me? By the way, Bobby wanted me to tell you that you did a hell of a job with that vampire nest in Austin.

(Y/n)? It's Bobby. We found him.

I walked into the Mystery Spot building to see Bobby kneeling on the floor turning the pages of a book, which is dead center of a chalked diagram with three candles and three bowls of unidentified substances. Sam was standing by him. They hear me come in and they turn to me, a look of relief on their faces.

"It's good to see you." Bobby said as he stands up. Sam goes to hug me but I don't respond to his hug. He pulls out of the hug and Bobby hugs me too.

"What are we doing here, guys?" I asked them. "Well, it's the last place we're sure the Trickster worked his magic." Sam explained and I shrug. "So?" I muttered. "So you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here." Bobby exclaims and I sighed.

"What do we need?" I asked them. "Blood." Sam replied. "How much blood?" I asked him. "Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh, too." Bobby explains. "Meaning we have to bleed a person dry." Sam added. "And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another fifty years." Bobby finished and I nod at them. 

"Then let's go get some." I said and turn to leave. But I noticed that neither of them had moved so I turned back to them. "You break my heart, kid." Bobby mutters. "What?" I asked. "We're not gonna let you murder an innocent man." Sam said. "Then why'd you bring me here?" I asked, angrily. "Why? Because it was the only way you'd see us! Because we're trying to knock some sense into you! Because we thought you'd back down from killing a man!" Bobby yelled.

"Well, you thought wrong. Leave the stuff, I'll do it myself." I said as I start to turn but then Sam grabs my arm. "I told you, we're not gonna let you kill a man." Sam said then I turn back to him and shouted. "It's none of your damn business what I do!"

Bobby and Sam look taken aback by this as Sam let's my arm go. "You want Dean back so bad?" Bobby asked as he leans down and pulls a knife out of his bag and holds it up to me. "Fine." He growls and I eyed the knife. "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "Better me than a civilian." Bobby said as holds the knife out to me. 

"You're crazy, Bobby." Sam said and I shake my head a bit. "He's right.  I'm not killing you." I said. "Oh, now I'm the crazy one. Look, (y/n), I'm old, I'm coming near the end of my trail. But you and Sam can keep fighting. Saving folk. But you two need Dean. Let me get him back to you." Bobby said.

"Bobby-" I said, roughly, but he shakes his head. "You, Sam and Dean, you three are the closest thing I have to family. I wanna do this." He said. I stare at the knife then over at Sam, who looks a bit uncomfortable. He shrugs and shakes his head before I look back at Bobby and take the knife. "Okay." I muttered. "Good." Bobby said and he turns around and goes to his knees.

"Just make it quick." he said but I wait. "Do it, (y/n)." he said. "Yeah, okay, Bobby." I muttered as I put the knife away. "But you wanna know why?" I asked him and I pull out a stake, grab Bobby around the throat and shove the stake through his back. The tip comes out Bobby's chest. "(Y/n)!" Sam yelled, shocked, but I ignore him. "Because you're not Bobby." I growled as I twist the stake, blood spurting out of the wound.

Bobby goes still and falls forward after I let go of him, then stare at Bobby's corpse. "(Y/n), what the hell?!" Sam asked me as I watch Bobby's corpse but nothing happens. "Bobby? Bobby! Bobby!" I called out, fearing that I had made a mistake.

But then Bobby's corpse vanishes and the stake falls over, then shoots over next to me. I turn to see that the Trickster was standing where Sam was just a moment ago. "You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, (y/n). 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. Now I'm starting to think how Sam would've reacted!" He exclaimed as I glared at him.

"Bring him back." I said through my gritted teeth. "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." He said, smiling. "Just take us back to that...Wednesday-when it all started." I said and he raises an eyebrow. "Please. We won't come after you, I swear." I pleaded, my voice cracking. 

"You swear." He said and I nod then he acts like he's thinking. "I don't know. Even if I could--" He said. "You can." I said, interrupting him. "True. But that don't mean I should. (Y/n), there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that thick skull of yours." He said. "Lesson? What lesson?" I asked him.

"This obsession to save Dean? The way you, Sam and Dean keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, (y/n). Sometimes you just gotta let people go." said the Trickster. 

"He's the man I love." I said. "Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him." he said, shrugging. "Please. Just-please." I pleaded and he sighs in exasperation. "I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall. Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You're Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal. I'm over it." He said and I furrow my brow at him.

"Meaning what?" I asked him. "Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out." He said then he snaps his fingers.

Promise me I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time

My eyes snap open and saw that I was back at the hotel. Then I sit up and see Dean standing by the bathroom sink. 'What, you gonna sleep all day?" He asked as I stare at him then around the room in shock. I know, no Asia. This station sucks."  He said and I check the clock radio. It says WED.

"It's Wednesday." I whispered. "Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off." Dean said and I throw off the covers and go to hug him before I kiss him, passionately. "Wow, how many Tuesdays did you have?" He asked me after we break the kiss and he places his hands on my waist. "Enough. What, uh, what do you remember?" I asked.

"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it." he replied and I nod. "Let's go." I said and he gives me a look. "No breakfast?" He asked. "No breakfast." I stated.

"All right, I'll pack the car." he said but I place a hand on his chest. "Wait, you're not going anywhere alone." I said. "It's the parking lot, (y/n)." He said. "Just-just trust me." I said and he gives a slight nod but I could tell that he still didn't understand.

After getting dressed, I zip up a bag closed just as Dean opens the door, then turns back. "Hey, you don't look so good. Something else happen?" He asked me, concerned. I say nothing for a moment before I swallow. "I just had a really weird dream." I replied, simply. "Clowns or midgets?" He asked and I look up to see him grinning. I try to smile back as Dean picks up his bag and leaves.

I follow before stopping at the door to look back at the unmade bed. I sigh then turn off the light and close the door.