chapter ten, act one
mystery spot

Freya and Dean had not yet talked about what had happened between them. It seemed stupid to define their relationship when Dean barely had a few months left to live. Still, it was quite evident that something had changed between them. And that night had just been another example of it.

In the middle of the night, after another nightmare, Freya had half-asleep walked over to Dean's bed and laid down beside him seeking comfort and safety. He wrapped his hand around her waist to hug her against his body as Freya placed a leg between his. A gesture Dean used to hate when they were dating, but now it had become one of his favorite things about sharing a bed with her.

Heat of the moment

The song playing on the radio woke Sam and Freya that morning. His eyes widening as Freya shifted and grunted against the pillow, stretching her hand across the bed, reaching for Dean's body.

Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed sitting on the edge of the bed Freya was sleeping to tie his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He turned his gaze to her, placing a hand on her bare leg.

"Dude." Sam grunted, looking at the radio. "Asia?"

"Come on. You love this song and you know it." Dean looked back at him.

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself."

Not listening to him, Dean turned up the volume.

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you."

Sam chuckled as Freya grunted against the pillow, trying to cover her ears with it.

It was the heat of the moment

Dean started bopping along, as he lay on top of Freya, leaving kisses on her shoulders while seeking to pull the pillow away from her face. Sam shook his head in amusement.

"Stop it." Freya groaned, turning around between Dean's arms. Her half-asleep eyes meeting his as a smile peeked over his lips.

Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her right then and there. As she lay on what was his bed, looking up at him with her face half asleep and her messy hair spread across the pillow. But Sam's throat clearing brought him out of his thoughts, forcing him to break away to let her prepare to leave the room.

"Whenever you're ready, Dean." Sam said a couple of minutes later when Dean was finishing cleaning his teeth.

Coming out of the bathroom Dean walked over to his bag and pulled out a black bra.

"This yours?" He turned to Freya with a smirk. She looked at him unamused, finishing tying her shoes and grabbing her jacket from the back of a chair. Letting out a laugh, Dean put what was in fact one of her bras back in his bag before pulling out his gun. "Bingo."

"Can we go?" Freya asked. "I'm starving."

Dean nodded, walking pass her and Sam and out of the motel room. After deciding on a small diner, the three of them entered the place.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier said to a old man after handing him his change.

"Yeah, yeah." He grunted in response, walking pass Freya and out of the diner.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." Said the waitress behind the bar, which make Freya look at her, seeing a man sitting there.

"Some coffee." Cal answered, passing her some change.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean noticed a poster on the wall that displayed the specials for the day. Freya frowned as she sat next him in the booth they had chosen.

"You even know what that is?" She asked. Dean turned to her, shrugging.

The waitress from behind the bar walked towards them, allowing Freya to read the name on her name tag. Doris.

"You folks ready?" She asked, pulling a pad out of her apron.

"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean said with a smile.

"Make it two coffees and a short stack." Sam added.

"Yeah, I'll have the same as him." Freya smiled at the waitress.

"You got it." She nodded, writing it down before leaving the table.

"You both are boring." Dean said, turning back to look at them.

"Why? Because we don't eat as much as you do?" Freya asked with confusion. "Sorry I have the stomach of a regular person."

"Whatever." He sighed, fixing his gaze on his brother. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

"Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?"

"I still can't believe you let her steal the Colt." Freya commented.

"Shut up." Dean grumbled. "And we didn't let her."

"At least we still have my knife." Freya pointed out. "Thanks, mom."

"Yeah, thank you mom for being a witch." He muttered.

"Hey, that witch saved mine and my brother's life. And she never hurt anyone." Freya gave him an annoyed look.

"You don't know that."

"She was my mother, Dean." She reminded him. "It's not my fault that every witch you've ever encountered turned out to be an evil bitch. You hate them, great. Burn, witches, burn. But leave my mother out of it."

Letting out a sigh, Dean looked back at her with regret. But before he could say anything, Sam interrupted him.

"Look. Believe me, I want to find Bella as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." Sam said, pulling out some papers from his jacket.

"All right, so this professor." Dean sighed, looking at the papers and reading the headline on them: MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA.

"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam explained.

"Last known location?" Freya asked, looking at the papers over Dean's shoulder.

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Sam answered, sliding a flyer over the table. Taking it in her hands, Freya took a look at it.

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning." She read aloud, showing the flyer to Dean. Sam shrugged, not knowing exactly what that meant.

Just at that moment Doris came back to the table with a tray of food and three coffees. She set the food and drinks down on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Three coffees, and some hot sauce for the-" She said but was quickly interrupted when the bottle of hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor. "Crap! Sorry." She apologized, turning to look back. "Cleanup!"

After finishing their food Dean, Freya and Sam left the diner, walking past a dog that barked in their direction, but quickly quieted when Freya petted his head and gave him a smile. Dean snatched the Mystery Spot flyer from his brother's hands and looked at it once more with a scowl on his face.

"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet." He said.

"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex-"

"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean cut him off.

"Well sometimes these places are legit."

"All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?" Dean asked, letting out a sigh.

Freya ran to catch up with them. And just as she started to walk beside Dean a blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into her shoulder, quickly apologizing without barely looking at her.

"Excuse me."

The woman's touch sent a shiver down Freya's spine, bringing with it a sense of unease and a faint sense of impending danger. It was as if someone was trying to whisper a warning into her ear. It was only a whisper, but it was enough to send a jolt of anxiety through her body.

"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually." Sam words brought her back to reality. "They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where."

"Sounds a little X-Files to me." Dean said as they passed two movers with a desk that was clearly never going to fit in the door they were trying to get it through.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

"All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." Sam said as they continued walking, not paying much attention to the movers.

"I think Sam is right." Freya spoke. "It's worth a look."

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean finally accepted.

The best time to go to a place like that was at night, where there were no tourists visiting around. Night also meant the need for flashlights, which was why Freya found herself aiming her flashlight at the front lock so Dean could pick it. When the door opened, Freya handed another flashlight to him before stepping inside.

The hallway was illuminated by a neon green light with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. The last one to enter, Sam, closed the door behind them before following Freya and Dean up the hallway with the EMF reader in his hand.

"Wow. Uncanny." Dean said in a sarcastic tone as he shined the flashlight around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling.

Still with that uneasy feeling in her, Freya looked to Sam in search of answers.

"Find anything?" She asked.

"No." He answered. Freya sighed.

"You have any idea what you're looking for?"

"Uh... yeah." Sam looked up at her as she raised her eyebrows skeptically. "No."

Shaking her head, Freya shared a quick look with Dean as they both shine flashlights around other parts of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A forth and unknown voice asked them. Turning around, Freya, Dean and Sam encounter an older man, probably the owner of the place, holding a gun aimed at the three of them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain." Dean said as he watched the man pointing his gun towards Freya.

"You robbing me?"

"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down." Freya tried to stay calm as she took a step forward but the owner wasn't happy with that as he cocked the gun causing her to freeze in place.

"Don't move!"

"Alright. Alright. I won't move."

"Just putting the gun down." Dean said. What happened next was very quick. The owner moved his gun, aiming it at him and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck Dean in the chest, knocking him to the ground from the impact as blood came out of his mouth.

"Oh, God. Dean." Freya fell to her knees beside him, one hand covering her mouth as she let out a gasp. Sam soon came to their side, crouching down on the other side of his brother as Dean struggled to breathe. Holding tears in her eyes, Freya lifted her eyes up to the owner. Her gaze becoming much colder as she gripped the handle of the gun attached to her belt. "What the hell have you done?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Hey." Sam exclaimed. "Call 911!"

"I-I didn't mean to-"

"Now!"

Taking one last look at Freya, the owner nodded before leaving the room.

Freya returned to her knees next to Dean, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks at the state he was in. "Hey, Dean. Dean, stay with me, okay? Don't close your eyes. You have to-"

Suddenly Dean stopped breathing, his chest freezing from the lack of air in his lungs.

"No. It wasn't suppose to be like this." Sam whispered as he look at his brother.

"Dean." Freya's voice cracked.

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Heat of the moment

Freya and Sam's eyes snapped open by the sound of the radio. Freya shifted and grunted against the pillow, stretching her hand across the bed, reaching for Dean's body as she remembered what had happened the previous day. Dean was dead.

Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" The sound of his voice made her frown in confusion as she turned her body. "You too, sweetheart." Dean placed a hand on her bare leg, sending a shiver down her body.

Confused, Freya lifted her body up on her elbows to look to the bed where Sam lay. Seeming just as confused as she was, Sam shared a quick look with her before directing his eyes towards the clock radio.

The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

"Dude. Asia." Dean smile, lacing up his boots.

"Dean..." Sam tried to speak.

"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean said, turning up the volume and bopping his head to the beat of the song. It was exactly like the first time it happened.

As he began to sing, Dean walked to the bathroom, leaving Freya and Sam completely speechless.

"What...?" Unable to articulate the question that was on the tip of her tongue, Freya turned her stunned gaze to Sam. "He was dead."

"I know." He nodded.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was a dream or..."

"Or?" Freya raised her eyebrows.

"I don't know, Freya. I know the same things you do." Sam assured her with frustration.

"We couldn't have had the same dream. Couldn't we?" She asked.

"Don't you have witch's blood?"

"But I destroyed the book, the powers are gone."

"Are they?" Sam got up from his bed, walking over to the one Freya and Dean had shared last night to sit next to her.

"Are you guys hungry?" Dean came out of the bathroom, looking at the scene before him with confusion. His eyes fixed especially on the anguished faces of both of them. "You two all right?"

"Yeah. Perfectly. Right, Sammy?" Freya tapped his shoulder lightly as she stood up. "Very hungry." She smiled at Dean as she walked past him into the bathroom.

Confusion grew in Sam and Freya as they watched things happen just as they had the day before. Not only Dean, but also the people in the diner.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier said to a old man after handing him his change.

"Yeah, yeah." He grunted in response, walking pass Freya and out of the diner. After seeing him disappear behind the door, Freya turned to Sam not knowing what was happening.

Dean was completely oblivious as he walked past them and found a booth to sit in. The same booth as the day before. Freya sighed, sitting down next to him. Sam stared around, bewildered as he sat in front of them.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." Freya looked at the bar watching how Cal passed some change at Doris.

"Coffee." Cal answered.

It couldn't have been a dream. It was all happening the same exact way. Maybe Sam was right to blame Freya's family history and it had all been caused by powers she didn't know how to control.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean noticed a poster on the wall that displayed the specials for the day.

"It's Tuesday?" Freya asked with confusion before looking at Sam who seemed as shocked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded as Doris walked towards them.

"You folks ready?" She asked, pulling a pad out of her apron.

"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean said with a smile.

"Uh, nothing for me, thanks." Sam said when he noticed Doris eyes on him.

Freya cleared her throat before speaking. "Just coffee."

"Ok." She nodded looking back at Sam. "Let me know if you change your mind."

"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Sam and Freya paid little attention to Dean's words as their eyes followed Doris in confusion. Yet again, that shiver of unease shot through Freya's body, a silent warning that something was wrong. Its presence been too strong this time for her ignore. "Hey." Dean snapped his fingers in front of their faces. "You two with me?"

"What?" Sam and Freya asked at the same time.

"You sure you feel okay?"

"You don't-you don't remember? Any of this?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"Remember what?" Dean frowned.

"This, Dean." Freya stated. "Today. Like it's-like it's... happened before?"

"You mean like déjà vu?"

"No, we mean like, like it's really happened before." Sam said.

"Yeah. Like déjà vu." Dean nodded.

"No, Dean, forget about déjà vu." Freya spoke in frustration. "I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."

"Okay, how is that not dé-"

"Don't, don't say it!" Sam cut him off angrily. "Just don't even..."

Doris arrived with a tray food, two coffees and hot sauce. She set the food and drinks down on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees, and some hot sauce for the-oops! Crap!" Noticing how the bottle of hot sauce was going to fall off the tray, Sam reached out to catch it before it hit the floor. Doris gasped as Sam looked at the bottle in his hand in confusion before handing it back to her. "Thanks." She said before walking off.

"Nice reflexes." Dean said.

Oh, Sam and Freya were definitely doing crazy.

Not only were all those things happening the same way as the day before too much of a coincidence, Dean didn't seem to remember anything either. And if that wasn't enough, Freya was still feeling that unease feeling in her body. Something had been warning her about that place.

The dog barked at them as they walked out of the diner and pass him. Freya looked at him but this time she didn't petted his head, she kept walking besides Dean.

"Dean, I really need you to listen to us, okay?" She insisted. "This day has happened before. Sam and I-"

"Freya, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Okay, look." Sam sighed. "Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too."

Freya nodded.

"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean said sarcastically.

"So you don't believe us?!" Sam asked with frustration as the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into Freyas's shoulder.

"Excuse me." She said, walking away.

"Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy." Dean said. "Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions."

"I'm sorry, what now?" Freya stopped on her tracks.

"It's... It's a long story."

"Oh, believe me, I have all the time in the world. Because if we're not crazy like you say, Sam and I will relive this day all over again." She stated before looking at Sam. "You're a psychic?"

"No, I- We should focus on this. We'll explain it to you." He assured her.

"Why do I have the feeling that I will regret this?" She watched them closely. "Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-"

Seeing she stop talking, Dean looked at her with confusion.

"And then what?" He asked.

Taking a deep breath, Freya looked over to Sam. She didn't want to say it out loud.

"Then we woke up." Sam answered as they past the two movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it-" Sam stopped, looking at his brother and Freya.

"Maybe what?" Dean frowned.

"We gotta check that place out. Look, just-go with us on this, okay?"

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look."

Shaking her head, Freya froze in place, placing a hand in front of Dean to stop him from walking any further.

"No. We are not going there."

"Why not?" Dean looked at her with confusion.

"Uhh... You know what? Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded." She nervously suggested.

"My God, you're a freak." Dean muttered.

"Dean..."

"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." He assured walking ahead of them and into the street.

Just like the shot the day before, the next thing that happened went by very quickly. A car appeared practically out of nowhere on Dean's left side, hitting him as he was crossing the street.

"Dean!" Sam and Freya rushed to him, kneeling by his side.

"Dean, no, no, no." Sam cried, his voice filled with anguish. "Come on! Dean."

"What the hell have you done?!" Freya rose back up, confronting the driver as Dean took his last breath.

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Heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant

Freya was starting to get sick of that song. Even with the theory that they would relive that day once again, Freya didn't expect to see Dean die another time. Frustrated and exhausted, Freya and Sam grunted against their pillows.

"You guys sure are grumpy this morning." Dean commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed to lace up his boots. "Come on. Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sitting up in his bed, Sam looked around the room.

"You too, sweetheart." Dean turned his gaze to Freya, placing a hand on her bare leg.

The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

Turning over slowly, Freya shared a glance with Sam before rising to her feet and walking toward the bathroom. Her steps steady and full of frustration. Noticing that, Dean frowned, glancing over at his brother.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked. Sam shrugged, letting out a sigh.

The morning started the same way as the two previous days. They followed their same steps and met the same people until they reached the diner. Although, this time, Sam and Freya tried to be quicker in explaining to Dean what was going on.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

"Okay, would you listen to us, Dean?" Freya asked with exasperation. "'Cause we are flipping out."

"Are you folks ready?" Doris asked as she came to their booth.

"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for me, thanks." Sam quickly replied without bothering to look at her.

Taken aback by his quick response, Doris wrote down the order in her pad before looking at Freya, who was once again seated next to Dean.

"Nothing." Freya answered her.

"Okay. You got it." She nodded, leaving their side.

"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean said with a teasing smile.

"Quit screwing around, Dean." Sam grunted, rolling his eyes.

"Okay. Okay. I'm listening." Dean sighed. "So, so–you think that you're in some kind of a what again?"

"Time loop." Freya answered.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day." Sam exclaimed.

"Uh-huh." He nodded, even though it was clear for them that he didn't believe a single one of their words.

"You seriously don't believe us?" Freya looked at him in disbelief. "Demons are real, vampires, ghosts, werewolves and witches. Without going any further, I have witch blood and your brother is a psychic, but you still don't believe us."

"Wait. How do you know about Sammy?"

"Because you told me yesterday. Which was also Tuesday."

"Okay, I'm just saying that it's a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh..."

"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" Sam asked.

"How'd you know I was going to say that?" He frowned.

"Because you said it before, Dean, that's our whole point."

Letting out a sigh, Freya looked up, finding Doris approaching their table again with the tray full of food and a coffee.

"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." Doris said as the bottles of hot sauce fall of the tray. Without even looking at it, Sam reached his hand and caught it before it hit the floor, handing it back to Doris. "Thanks." She looked at him impressed, leaving the bottle on the table before leaving.

"Nice reflexes." Dean said, just as impressed as Doris.

"No. I knew it was going to happen."

"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation..."

"You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much!" Freya snapped.

"Wait, what-what are you talking about?" Dean turned to her looking at her with a mixture of shock and complete confusion.

"You left me in a motel room, remember?"

"I thought we were past that."

"Yeah, but you still owe me this." She assured. Her voice firm and determined.

"Calm down..."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because—" Freya stopped talking, not being able to finish the phrase. Sam noticed that, feeling himself almost as unable as she was to put it into words.

"Because what?" Dean asked.

"Because you die, today, Dean." Sam and Freya answered at the same time.

Taken aback, Dean watched them in silence for a couple of seconds. "I'm not gonna die. Not today."

"Dean, we've watched you die twice now." Sam said. "And I can't—I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe us. Please."

Seeing the overwhelmed look on his brother's face Dean nodded. "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."

As Dean returned his focus to his plate of food, Freya brought her hand to her necklace, clinging to it as if it could do something to help them. Unconsciously Freya hoped her mother would do so from the afterlife. Sam turned to her, looking at her with sympathy. Dean was his brother, it was obvious that seeing him die would affect him, but he could also see how it was affecting her. The sparkle in her eyes that had appeared after getting back on the road with them was now gone. And her gaze once again had that lifelessness and hopelessness look with which they had found her the night Ophelia had attacked her home.

The dog barked at them once again as they exited the diner, and the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into Freya's shoulder.

"Excuse me." She said, walking away without even looking at them.

Seconds after, they passed the two movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

Freya looked back at them, fixing her gaze in the desk they were trying to fit in the door. Good luck, she thought, as it was clear to her that the desk wasn't going to get through that door.

"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean's question brought her out of her thoughts.

"Maybe it's the real deal, you know?" Sam said. "The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever."

"I don't know, it all seems a little too 'X-Files' for me."

"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!"

"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."

"No, no, no, we can't." Freya was quick to answered.

"Why not?" Dean frowned as he looked back at her.

"Because you..."

"I what?" Freya stayed silence, which was enough answer to him. "I die there?"

"Blown away, actually." Sam explained.

"Huh. Okay, let's go now." Dean stated, walking ahead of them. Freya rushed after him, grabbing him before he ran into the street.

"Stay out of the way!" Mr. Pickett exclaimed, driving past them with his car.

Staring after the car, Dean started laughing until his eyes caught Freya and Sam's faces.

"Wait, did he...?"

"Yesterday. Yeah." Sam nodded.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" He asked, which made Freya roll her eyes.

"You peed yourself." Sam answered, irritated with him.

Dean shifted, uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" He exclaimed, carefully looking to both ways before crossing the street.

Sam and Freya couldn't help but share an exasperated look. Maybe if the one dying was one of them the situation would be easier. But Dean was hard to handle and too stubborn to listen to them.

Although, maybe, they weren't ones to talk, as they also weren't approaching the situation in the most cold and analytical way possible. An example of that was how Sam had snapped at the owner of Mystery Spot by asking him a few questions about the place while posing as a journalist. The man had been the one who had killed Dean in the first place, which had triggered all the recent events. Not to mention that what had led them to that town was the place he owned, where a man had disappeared without explanation.

"Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought—it's full of crap." Dean said, exiting the place.

"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" Sam asked, desperate for an answer.

"I don't know. All right, let me just–So, every day I die?" Dean asked. Freya and Sam nodded. "And that's when you wake up again, right?"

"Yea, that's exactly what happens." Freya sighed.

"So let's just make sure I don't die. If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."

"You think?" Sam looked at him with hope in his eyes.

"It's worth a shot." Dean shrugged. "I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."

Sam and Freya nodded, both anxious, shaky, but mostly hopeful. Hopeful that maybe all of this madness will come to an end.

"All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" Dean smiled at them before he started walking again.

Just two steps. Two steps was what he had walked before a desk fell over him, smashing him to yet another death. A gasp escaped Freya's mouth as she looked up the building. The two movers they had passed by that morning after breakfast stared at the scene form the window as they held the other end of the snapped rope.

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Heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed as he sat on his bed, tying his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He added, placing a hand on Freya's bare leg.

The heat of the moment
Shown in your eyes
It was the heat of the moment

This time Freya and Sam had decided to explain everything to Dean on their way to the diner, with the hopes that maybe they'll win some time to finally fix whatever was happening.

"I still think you're nuts, but... whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said as they sat in the diner.

"Thanks." Sam sighed.

"So, uh... If you two are stuck in 'Groundhog Day', why? What's behind it?" He asked.

"Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now we're not so sure." Freya explained.

"What do we do?"

"Well, we keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing we can think of."

"Shouldn't be too hard." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, right." Sam scoffed. "Dean, we've watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it."

"Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" He asked, looking back at Freya, who was once again sitting by his side.

"Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon." She answered.

With a small nod, Dean turned to Doris, who was standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook.

"'Scuse me, sweetheart?" He asked and she turned around to look at Dean. "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?"

"Sure thing, hon." She said before turning back around to tell the cook.

Dean smiled, looking back at his brother. "See? Different day already. You see, if you and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die."

"Really hope you're right." Freya whispered, but he seem to hear her as his gaze traveled back to her with a confused look in his eyes. The look of distress on her face was breaking his heart a little. If he had to watch her die day after day he would go completely insane.

Doris walked over to their table and set down Dean's food before walking away.

"Thank you." Dean said to her and stabbed a sausage link with his fork. He bit into it and smile as he chewed. Sam smiled at that, and Freya was about to do the same, but as soon as she started to hear Dean fighting for air, that smile faded. She turned to him as he started to choke and hit his back but that didn't seem to work.

"Dean!" Freya exclaimed desperately, while still trying to help him breathe by hitting his back.

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Heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant

Freya opened her eyes once again, groaning against her pillow. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed as he sat on his bed, tying his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He added, placing a hand on Freya's bare leg.

The heat of the moment
Shown in your eyes
It was the heat of the moment

Freya had lost count of how many times she had heard that song when she woke up. Every day was exactly the same, with little changes caused by Sam and her desperation to end the loop. Each day ended the same way too, with Dean dead. Slipping in the shower, eating a bad taco, the deaths were getting more and more absurd, but he always came back the next morning, breaking Freya's heart even more.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier at the diner said to the man as he gave him some change.

Freya ignored him as he passed by, but Sam bumped into him deliberately so he could take his car keys before the man could get into his vehicle and run over Dean once again as the three of them left the diner.

Sitting back down in the same booth, Freya sighed, looking at the man sitting at the counter with a pancakes plate and maple syrup. She had noticed him before, but with each passing day she felt a little more drawn to him. There was something off about him, but Freya couldn't quite put her finger on it yet.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

Sam sighed, laying a set of keys on the table. Dean frowned, looking at the them and then at him.

"What are those?" Dean asked.

"The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel." Sam answered without any more explanations.

"You folks ready?" Doris asked as she approached their table.

"Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean answered her as he gave her a smile.

"Hey, Doris?" Freya asked, making her look at her. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How'd you know that?" She asked in surprise. Freya shrugged.

"Lucky guess."

The woman didn't quite know how to respond to that, and the small, emotionless smile on Freya's lips sent a shiver down her spine.

"I think you scared her off." Dean commented as he watched the waitress walk away from the table. "Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?"

"Time loop." Sam answered.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it." Freya replied.

"Jeez, aren't you two grumpy."

"Yeah, we are. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row we've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, we're a little grumpy." Sam said rather quickly.

"Hot sauce." Freya murmured then, her gaze completely blank and emotionless. Dean turned back to her confused.

"What?"

Doris arrived with the food and coffee, setting everything on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap!" She gasped as the bottle slipped through her fingers, but Sam quickly grabbed, setting it down on the table without even looking at it. "Thanks." Doris said before leaving.

"Nice reflexes."

"I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen."

"You don't know everything." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, he does. We both do." Freya said,

"Yeah, right." Dean and Sam said in unison. "Nice guess."

"It wasn't a guess."

"Right, you're a mind reader." They both said simultaneously, making Freya roll her eyes. "Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They lean towards each other as they continued. "You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he—". Dean got tired and threw up his hands in defeat.

"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." Freya explained. And as he overheard her words, Judge Myers, knocked over his glass. "Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."

"What's your point?"

"My point is we've lived through every possible Tuesday. We"ve watched you die every possible way. We have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we know to save your life, and we can't. No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday again." Freya blurted out quickly in frustration. Dean watched her closely, noting the shaking in her voice and hands.

"Wow, wow. Okay." He took one of her hands. "We'll figure this out."

"Yeah, you say that every time. Well, guess what, Dean, we haven't figured it out."

Freya pulled her hand from his grip with uneasiness. Not from the touch of his skin, but from the aching pain in her chest. She was letting her feelings for him get out of control and if she wasn't careful, when his real death would come. A permanent one in which he would not return the next day. Freya knew she wasn't going to be able to take it and move on.

"Dog." Sam mumbled as they exited the diner.

Dean frowned, looking down once a dog started barking at them as they passed him.

"There's gotta be some way out of this." He said.

"'Where's my dang keys?'" Sam ignored him completely as he continued to predict everything happening around him.

"Where's my dang keys?" Mr. Pickett asked, searching his pockets for his car keys that Sam had stole from him minutes before.

"'Excuse me.'"

Freya collided once again with the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper.

"Excuse me."

Seeing how he was predicting each thing, Dean stopped in his tracks, putting his arms in front of Freya and Sam.

"What?" Freya looked at him in confusion.

"Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" Dean asked walking after the blonde girl.

Sam and Freya shared a quick glance.

"No." They mumbled before going after him.

"A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean looked up at them in disbelief. Sam and Freya shrugged. "That's the guy who went missing?" Dean pointed out as he held up the flyer.

"Yeah?"

"That's his daughter back there." Dean pointed to blonde girl. Sam grabbed the flyer and ran after the girl, leaving Freya and Dean alone.

Silence settled between them as Freya watched her surroundings looking for any threat to Dean's life. A part of her knew that his death would come sooner or later like the hundreds of Tuesdays before, but what little hope she still had left assured her that if she was able to save him just once she'd finally end the loop.

Dean's thoughts were somewhere else. To him it had only been a few days since Freya had rejoined him and Sam on the ride. Which also meant that it had only been a few days since what had happened between the two of them. Now, feelings weren't his forte, much less talking about them. But that didn't stop him from thinking about kissing her every time she was next to him.

The dog next to him growled and barked at them. Freya didn't seem to hear him, but Dean walked over to him.

"Hey buddy!" He leaned over to pet it. "Somebody need a friend? Good boy—aaah!"

Freya and Sam didn't know what had happened. Just that in that moment everything went black and soon they started hearing that song once again as they woke up in the motel room on a new Tuesday.

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The next day something strange happened, something changed. In all the Tuesdays that Freya and Sam had experienced nothing but them changed, but that morning she couldn't help but notice how the man eating pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast had changed his syrup to strawberry one. And even weirder than all that, after discovering this, Sam and her woke up once again, this time without Dean having died.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked as they sat in the diner booth.

Freya and Sam both ignored him as they watched the pancakes man closely.

"Eat your breakfast." She aswered him without even looking. Dean frowned at that, but he still didn't had the opportunity to ask her what was happening, 'cause the moment the man left the diner, Sam and Freya both went after him.

The mysterious man walked down the street. Sam followed him close behind until he reached him. Then he grabbed and slammed him into the fence, putting the tip of a wooden stake at his throat.

"Hey!" The man exclaimed.

"I know who you are. Or should I say, what."

"Oh my god, please don't kill me." He begged.

"Uh, Sam? Freya?" Dean walked after them, trying to get their attention.

"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it."

Freya frowned at Sam's words. It was as if he knew the man, even seemed to know how to kill him, yet he hadn't mentioned anything to her.

"What?" The man looked at Sam with confusion.

"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?" Sam continued.

"Yeah, sure, okay." The man nodded, looking down nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!"

"Sam, maybe you should—" Freya tried to get closer to 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."

"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space—"

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

Suddenly the man started to transform into what Sam and Dean recognized as the real Trickster.

"Actually, bucko, you didn't." He said with a grin.

"I'm sorry, could someone explain to me what is going on?" Freya asked, gaining his attention. "Who are you? And why are you doing this to us?"

"He's a Trickster." Dean answered next to her.

"I'm doing it to him, sweetheart, not you." The Trickster explained, pointing to Sam. "You're just collateral damage." Freya looked at him with disbelief as he turned his gaze back to the young Winchester. "You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time."

"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asked about the missing guy.

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

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Freya took a step toward him.

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

"You son of a bitch." Sam growled.

"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what. You too, Freya." The Trickster looked back at her. "Sam is stubborn, but you... You actually believe you can save him. You'd even give your soul for him, wouldn't you? And the wheel would keep on turning. Deal after deal."

"She won't make any deals." Dean said.

"But not because she hadn't thought of it." The Trickster assured him. His glare fixed on her made Freya shudder. It was as if he could read all her thoughts, even the darkest ones. "We may not have met before, Freya, but I know you."

"Oh yeah?" Freya raised her eyebrows, grabbing the stake in Sam's hand and pushing him aside. Standing in front of the Trickster, she pulled the stake closer to his neck. "How about I kill you and this all ends now?"

"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."

"You're lying." Sam said.

"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." He looked back at him.

"Nah, I think I'd rather kill you." Freya declared.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." He smiled before snapping his fingers.

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

God, Freya loved that song. Back to the Future was one of her favorite movies. In a way she also hated it because it was Carter's favorite movie and that brought back painful memories, but that morning it became her favorite song. That Asia wasn't playing on the radio meant that something had changed and maybe the Trickster hadn't lied to them when he said he would get them out of the loop.

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean asked as he stood by the bathroom sink brushing his teeth.

Sam sat on his bed, his eyes wide open as he watched his brother. He had lived six months without Dean and Freya. They had both died in front of his eyes and the day hadn't restarted like the others. He had spent six months looking for the Trickster so he could bring him back to this very moment.

"I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

Sam shook his head and looked at the clock radio on the bedside table.

"It's Wednesday."

"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday." Freya smiled emerging from the bathroom and standing next to Dean.

Without wasting a second, Sam threw off the covers and walked towards them. Freya and Dean shared a confused look when Sam pulled them into a hug.

"Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?" Dean smiled.

"Enough." He admitted, pulling back to look at them.

"She had the same reaction as you." Dean admitted, pointing to Freya. "She threw herself at me like..."

"I don't think he needs to know that." Freya cut him off.

"I don't need to know that." Sam confirmed with a nervous smile. "What, uh, what do you remember?"

"I remember you two were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it." He shrugged.

"Great. Okay. Let's go." Dean frowned as he watched Sam gather up his things.

"No breakfast?"

"No breakfast." Sam confirmed.

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

"I'll go with you." Freya smiled at Dean, ready to follow him.

"Wait!" Sam exclaimed. "You're two not going anywhere alone."

"It's the parking lot, Sam." Freya looked at him with confusion.

"Just—just trust me."

Seeing the desperate look in his eyes, Freya nodded. Surely they hadn't had the same experiences. For one she didn't remember Dean dying in the motel parking lot but Sam's reaction was that he had.

"Okay, but you have to get dressed."

"Yeah. Wait here." He asked them, walking into the bathroom with his clothes.

"He really is a lot weirder than you." Dean commented once the door closed behind his brother.

Freya murmured in agreement as she looked up at him. She still hadn't taken the time to take in that finally that nightmare was over and that Dean was no longer going to die today. Her heart and body still ached from losing him so many times.

Now she felt the urge to touch him and never be separated from him again. Maybe the Trickster was right to think she would do anything to save him, even a deal.

"Hey, you don't look so good." Dean said as Sam left the bathroom. "Something else happen?"

"I just had a really weird dream." Sam answered without giving more explanations.

"Clowns or midgets?" Dean asked with a grin.