[SOMEBODY (you know who you are) wanted more angst. So here's a one shot based off taht one episode of supernatural]

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Tuesday

IM COMIN' OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE-
Jeremy sat up sharply, taking in deep panting breaths from his scare. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, as the rock song continued to blast through the room

"Mornin' sunshine" greeted Micheal, who was tying his shoes at the end of the bed.

He hopped his head along to his radio alarm clock that sat in the bedside table. Jeremy ignored it completely, disoriented by the loud music.

"Micheal?" Yawned Jeremy, stretching. "What time is it?"

"It's time that you woke up!" Micheal threw the cover back, exposing his friend to the cold air.
"Come on, get dressed. We're going out for breakfast"

Micheal left his room, probably to go get his iconic red hoodie. It was discarded on the couch after a very intense Mario Kart tournament which lasted six and a half hours, and resulted in Jeremy crashing in Micheals bed while his friend slept on the floor.

"Time to start the day"

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"This place looks perfection" Micheal kissed his fingers in an Italian way as they approached a small diner.

The italic neon sign above the door read Chrissy's. Micheal held open the door for his friend before they both stepped inside.
The diner was adorable. A classic diner. There was a long counter with tall round seat on the right, and a row of booths on the left. Surprisingly, there were no ketchup stains or balled up napkins littering the floor. The place looked squeaky clean.

As they walked in the front door, an old man at the cash register sneezed loudly, making Micheal jump.

"You alright there Steve?" The cash register asked, offering a tissue.

"Yeah yeah I've been through worse. Those sneezes got nothin on my husbands cookin'" he jokingly rolled his eyes, before accepting the tissue and leaving.

Jeremy awkwardly looked at his feet, feeling uncomfortable in the extreme social setting. Because he wasn't looking where he was going, he ended up shouldering a girl with long purple hair.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"Ayyy dont worry 'bout it!" She cried in a fake Italian accent, hand gestures and all.

Jeremy froze, his eyes following the girl as his face went red. He didn't move until Micheal pulled his arm into a booth.

"Jer, you're not looking so hot. You feeling okay?" He slid opposite his boyfriend in the red booth.

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, but a busty waitress bounded up to them.
"Welcome to Chrissy's. Today's special is poke in a pie with ribs on the side" the waitress slurred.

Jeremy pulled a face at Micheal which read: what the fuck is a pike in a pie with ribs on the side?

"I'll just have a breakfast platter" Micheal half smiles.

"Nothing for me thanks" Jeremy nodded.

The waitress jotted down their orders, before retreating back to the kitchen. Micheal finally asked Jeremy if he's feeling okay. Jeremy just shrugged him off, saying that something just felt sort of off. The waitress quickly returned with a large plate on food and a bottle of sauce on a round tray.

"Here ya go" She slid the plate in front of Micheal, swinging her tray. The bottle of sauce slipped off the tray before smashing into the floor.

"WEYL DAYMIT!" She cries, as red sauce splatters everywhere. She leaves to get a mop to clean up the mess.

"That was dramatic" says Micheal with wide eyes. "Anyways, so I was thinking we could check out the new arcade on Main Street. I hear they have free refills for slushies. SLUSHIES I TELL YOU!"

"Yeah Yeah sounds great" Jeremey rubs this weird crick in my neck.

"Jeremy. What's going on with you, you feeling okay?" Micheal takes his hand, as the brunette looks down at the too-clean table.

"Yeah. I just feel a bit.....off....or something I don't know. I think I just really need to trash you at air hockey"

Micheal squeezes his hand.
"As long as you're feeling alright Jere"

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They walk down the street, Jeremy totally lost in his thoughts. Something just feels super off. It's like when you watch a movie and you recognize and actor but you can't place where you know them from. It's infuriating.
Micheal literally snaps him out of his thoughts.

"We're here!- oh shit!"

The large window that covers most of colorful arcade front, has been smashed. The sing on the door reads that the arcade is closed. Someone must've smashed the glass and broken in.

"Oh my god" Jeremy says, taking a step back.

Micheal does the opposite, and steps forward into the shards.
"Micha?! What are you doing?!" Jeremy hisses at his boyfriend.

"I got to see if anyone's hurt. If someone broke in they could've been armed"
He maneuvers around the broken window, and disappears into the store.

His heart explodes in my chest. He stage whisper after him, but there's no answer. Reluctantly, he dances around the glass and through the window.
The arcade is dark. Shards decorate the black carpet. The game machines create a maze around the big room. He creeps past the first row of games, holding his breath.

"Micheal?"

"I'm over here!" His voice travels from the back of the room.

Jermey duck past air hockey tables and arm wrestling machines, and finally spot his bright red hoodie. He turn the final corner, to see him at the end of the row. Just five meters away.

Then a gun cocks.

"HEY!" Screams a voice behind Micheal. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY STORE?"

Micheal goes tense, slowly turning around to face the store owner, who is pointing a shotgun at Micheals chest.
"I'm sorry-"

The gun fires.
Micheal falls onto his knees. Jeremy screams, but makes no sound. All he can hear is ringing in his ears. He runs to his side, catching him in his arms. Jeremy holds his boyfriends torso, and everything seems to move in slow motion. Micheal clutches his shirt, the life quickly draining from his eyes. Thick blood seeps from his body. Jeremy cries, and trys to tell him it's gonna be okay.
Micheal stops breathing.

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Tuesday (again)

IM COMIN' OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE-
Jeremy sat up sharply, taking in deep panting breaths from his scare. His scare?

"Mornin' sunshine" greeted Micheal, who was tying his shoes at the end of the bed.

Micheal.
Jeremy's eyes go wide in disbelief, as he watches his dead boyfriend bop his head along to the radio alarm. His dead boyfriend. But he's not dead.

"Micheal?" Jeremy said, words failing.

"Morning Jere. Come on, it's  time that you woke up!" Micheal threw the cover back, exposing his boyf to the cold air.
"Come on, get dressed. We're going out for breakfast"

"Wait wait wait wait Micheal" Jeremy jumps out of bed, scrambling to reach him.
He jumps into Micheals arms, hugging him tightly.

"Woahhhh there jere. You okay?" Micheal hugs him back.

"Yeah. I think. I'm sure" Jeremy lies.

"Now get dressed" Micheal playfully slaps his ass. "You can't go to breakfast in your boxers"

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"This place looks perfection" Micheal kissed his fingers in an Italian way as they approached a small diner.

Chrissy's. The exact same diner as yesterday.
But it can't be. Because yesterday was Tuesday. And today is Tuesday. This whole thing must be a fever dream. Jeremy shakes the odd feeling in his stomach, and moves ahead.

As they walked in the front door (again), an old man at the cash register sneezed loudly, making Micheal jump.

"You alright there Steve?" The cash register asked, offering a tissue.

"Yeah yeah I've been through worse. Those sneezes got nothin on my husbands cookin'" he jokingly rolled his eyes, before accepting the tissue and leaving.

Jeremy stares after the old man, recognizing that exact conversation. His head followed him as he walks through the store doors. Because he wasn't looking where he was going, he ended up shouldering a girl with long purple hair.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"Ayyy dont worry 'bout it!" She cried in a fake Italian accent, hand gestures and all.

Jeremy froze. This is the most fucked up Deja vu ever. Micheal pulls him into a booth.

"Jer, you're not looking so hot. You feeling okay?" He slides opposite his boyfriend in the red booth.

Jeremy presses his lips into a straight line, just as a waitress bounds up to them.
"Welcome to Chrissy's. Today's special is poke in a pie with ribs on the side" the waitress slurred.

With a loud groan, the lanky boy slams his forehead on the table. Micheal opens his mouth to say something, but insteads orders a breakfast platter.

The confused waitress jotted down their orders, before retreating back to the kitchen.

"jere whats wrong?" Micheal asks softly.

jeremy raises his head, unsure where to begin.
"i am having the weirdest deja vu. Like i feel like i relived rhis day already"

"like Groundhogs Day?"

"like Groundhogs Day"
The waitress reappears with the tray of foos.

"Here ya go" She slid the plate in front of Micheal, swinging her tray. The bottle of sauce slips off the tray, but Jeremy catvhes it before it smashes.

"Thanks doll" the waitress smiles, before sauntering off.

"Nice reflexes" says Micheal with wide eyes. "Anyways, so I was thinking we could check out the new arcade on Main Street. I hear they have free refills for slushies. SLUSHIES I TELL YOU-"

"NO! NO NO ARCADE!" jeremy slaps his hands against the table.
micheal is colored with concern.

"Jeremy. What's going on with you, you feeling okay?" Micheal takes his hand, but his boyfriend pulls his hand back onto his lap.

"We cant go to the arcade micheal, alright? can we just go home?"

Micheal smiles gently.
"of course we can babe"

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the pair walk down main street. micheal flails around his arms as he in depth rants about the ending of Avengers Endgame. Jeremy doesn't listen.
This Deja Vu thing has seriously gotten out of control. Everything today has been the same of yesterday. Except this time, Micheal isn't gonna die.

"Jeremy? You listening?"

"Sorry just zoned out" Jeremy shakes his head.

"Well, all I'm saying is, they could've defeated Thanos in Infinity War" Micheal saunters off the footpath and across the road. "All they needed was the element of surpri-"

He doesn't hear Jeremy scream, as a car ploughs right through him.

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Tuesday

IM COMIN' OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE-

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I have been dying to make this. This was one of my favorite episodes of Supernatural.
- Avery