"Why are you doing this?" Sam Says

"You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" Trickster Says

"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean Asks

"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one, he laughs, Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town." The Trickster Says

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Sam Asks

"One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?" The Trickster Says

"You son of a bitch." Sam Says

"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what." The Trickster Says

"Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." The Trickster Says

"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." The Trickster Says

"You're lying." Sam Says

"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." The Trickster Says
As Sam looks at Dean, then back at the Trickster

"No. Easier to just kill you." Sam Says

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." The Trickster Says As he snaps his fingers.

MOTEL-ROOM

Sam's Eyes Are closed, Promise me I'll be back in time, Sam's eyes snap open, He sits up in bed and stares around.

"Gotta get back in time" The Radio Says

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean Asks, He is standing by the bathroom sink.

"No Asia." Sam Says

"Yeah, I know. This station sucks." Dean Says

"On a roll of the dice" The Radio Says As Sam stares at the clock radio. It says Wednesday and Sam gasps.

"It's Wednesday!" Sam Says

"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, will you?" Dean Says

"What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" Sam Asks

"No. How many Tuesdays did you have?" Dean Asks
As Sam throws a long-sleeved shirt over his T-shirt.

"I don't know. I lost count. Hey, wait. What do you remember?" Sam Asks

"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday and then I remember running into the Trickster. But no, that's about it." Dean Says

"All right. Pack your stuff, let's get the hell out of town. Now." Sam Says

"No breakfast?" Dean Asks

"No breakfast." Sam Says

PARKING LOT

Dean pulls a shotgun out of the secret compartment, puts it in a duffel bag, closes the compartment, puts the bag in the trunk, and closes the trunk. He hears someone behind him.

"You sure we should just let the Trickster go?" Dean Asks As he turns to face the person, it's Cal who is pointing a handgun at Dean.

"Gimme your wallet." Cal Says

"Whoa whoa whoa, buddy, just relax." Dean Says

"I am relaxed!" Cal Says

"Okay, all right, nobody wants this to end the wrong way, let's talk about it a sec." Dean Says

HOTEL-ROOM

Sam is packing, His head snaps around when he hears a gunshot.

"Dean!" Sam Says

PARKING LOT

Cal runs around the corner, Sam hurries down the motel exterior stairs. Dean is on his side on the asphalt, blood on his shirt, Sam runs to him.

"No, no, no no no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn't supposed to happen today, come on, He realizes Dean isn't moving. He closes his eyes and waits. Nothing happens. He opens his eyes. Dean is still dead, I'm supposed to wake up." Sam Says

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THE ROAD
Six Months Later

The Impala, drives across a road, Sam is at the wheel.

"It's Sam. Leave me a message."

Beep. While Elena speaks, flashes of Sam shining a flashlight around, the outside of a building, Sam firing a gun.

"Sam? It's Elena. 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."

Beep.

MOTEL LOT

Sam opens the car trunk and pulls a gun out of the secret compartment. All the weapons are neatly placed into precisely-shaped foam slots

HOTEL ROOM

Sam opens the room door. He pulls off his over shirt his T-shirt is bloodsoaked. He cuts up through the bloodstain to reveal a bleeding wound. He pours hydrogen peroxide on it and goes into the hole with a pair of something resembling tweezers, with which he pulls out a bullet. He stitches the wound.

Later Sam is eating.

Beep.

"Sam? Elena again. Look, I'm worried about you."

Sam cleans a gun, facing a wall of maps and newspaper clippings and security-camera stills featuring the Trickster, arranged in neat lines with none overlapping.

"Just tell me you're not sitting alone somewhere obsessing over this damn Trickster. Call me, Sam. We can find it together. No one man should take something like this on alone. You hear me? By the way, that vampire nest in Austin, hell of a job."

Beep.

"Sam? It's Elena . I found him."

MYSTERY SPOT

Elena is 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 enters the room behind her and Elena stands.

"It's good to see you, Sam." Elena Says As She hugs Sam, who doesn't respond and She pulls back.

"What are we doing here, Elena ?" Sam Asks

"Well, it's the last place we're sure the Trickster worked his magic." Elena Says

"So?" Sam Says

"So you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here." Elena Says

"What do we need?" Sam Asks

"Blood." Elena Says

"How much blood?" Sam Asks

"Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh, too." Elena Says

"Meaning we have to bleed a person dry." Sam Says

"And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another fifty years." Elena Says

"Then let's go get some." Sam Says As He turns to leave, Elena doesn't move Sam notices and turns back.

"You break my heart, Sam" Elena Says

"What?" Sam Says

"I'm not gonna let you murder an innocent person" Elena Says

"Then why'd you bring me here?" Sam Asks

"Why? Because it was the only way you'd see me!, You won't talk to me or my dad, Because I'm trying to knock some sense into you! Because I thought you'd back down from killing a Person!" Elena Says

"Well, you thought wrong. Leave the stuff, I'll do it myself." Sam Says

"I told you, I'm not gonna let you kill a person" Elena Says

"It's none of your damn business what I do!" Sam Shouts

"You want your brother back so bad?" Elena Asks
As She leans down and pulls a knife out of his bag. He holds it up to Sam, Fine."

Sam eyes the knife, "What are you talking about?" Sam Asks

"Better me than a civilian." Elena Says As She holds the knife out to Sam.

"You're crazy, Elena..I'm not killing you." Sam Says

"Oh, now I'm the crazy one. Look, Sam, I Know I'm Young and I Still got a life to live, But to be honest with you this has been the most depressing year of my life Sometimes I Wonder Why I Still get out of bed and go on about my day, Lately I just feel like I don't know I just don't feel like myself anymore and I'm tired of fighting it and drinking the pain away and hunting because that pain and anger I have isn't going anywhere Sam, But you can keep fighting. Saving folk. But you need your brother. Let me get him back to you." Elena Says

"Elena—" Sam Says

"You and Dean, you boys are the closest thing that my dad and I have to family. I wanna do this." Elena Says As Sam takes the knife.

"Okay." Sam Says

"Good." Elena Says As She turns around and gets on her knees, Just make it quick."

Sam waits

"Do it, Sam." Elena Says

"Yeah, okay, Elena, He pulls a stake out of his shirt,
But you wanna know why?, Sam grabs Elena around the throat and shoves the stake through her back. The tip comes out Elena's chest, Because you're not Elena." Sam Says As he twists the stake Blood then spurts out of the wound.

Elena goes still and falls forward. Sam lets go of her, then stares at Elena's Body, Nothing happens.

"Elena?...Elena? Elena?" Sam Says

Elena's corpse vanishes. The stake falls over, then over Sam's shoulder into the hand of the Trickster. Sam then turns to face him.

"You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam. 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." The Trickster Says

"Bring him back." Sam Says

"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." The Trickster Says

"Just take us back to that Tuesday—er, Wednesday—when it all started. Please. We won't come after you, I swear." Sam Says

"You swear." The Trickster Says

"Yes." Sam Says

"I don't know. Even if I could—" The Trickster Says

"You can." Sam Says

"True. But that don't mean I should. Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish Cro-Magnon skull of yours." The Trickster Says

"Lesson? What lesson?" Sam Asks

"This obsession to save Dean? The way you two 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, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go." The Trickster Says

"He's my brother." Sam Says

"Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him." The Trickster Says

"Please. Just—please." Sam Says

"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." The Trickster Says

"Meaning what?" Sam Asks

"Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out." The Trickster Says Then he snaps his fingers.

MOTEL-ROOM

Sam Eyes Are Closed Again,Promise me I'll be back in time, Sam's eyes snap open he sits up in bed and stares around.

"Gotta get back in time" The Radio Says

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean Asks He is standing by the bathroom sink brushing his teeth.
I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

"On a roll of the dice"

Sam checks the clock radio. It says Wednesday

"It's Wednesday." Sam Says

"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off." Dean Says As Sam throws off the covers and goes to pull Him into a hug,Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"

"Enough. What, uh, what do you remember?" Sam Asks

"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it." Dean Says As Sam nods.

"Let's go." Sam Says

"No breakfast?" Dean Asks

"No breakfast." Sam Says

"All right, I'll pack the car." Dean W

"Wait, you're not going anywhere alone." Sam Says

"It's the parking lot, Sam." Dean Says

"Just—just trust me." Sam Says As He Gets Dressed zips up closed a bag. Dean opens the door, then turns back.

"Hey, you don't look so good. Something else happen?" Dean Asks As Sam Stay's Silent for a minute

"I just had a really weird dream." Sam Says as Dean nods.

"Clowns or midgets?" Dean Asks As Sam looks up. Dean grins, Sam tries to smile. He picks up his bag. Dean leaves then Sam follows, stopping at the door to look back at the unmade bed, he turns off the light and closes the door.