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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘷𝘶

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Delaney's eyes snapped open to the sound of Heat of the Moment by Asia blasting from the radio on the nightstand between the two beds in the motel room. She sat up in her bed to see Dean sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his boots while Sam stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

"Rise and shine, Della!"

"Dean... Asia? Really?" Delaney laughed in amusement at her brother who bopped along to the music.

"Come on, kiddo. You love this song and you know it."

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself," Delaney scoffed softly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. 

Dean raised an eyebrow and reached across his sister to raise the volume on the radio. "What? Sorry. I can't hear you." He pointed at Delaney and did a little shimmy as he raised off the bed and bopped his way over to the bathroom to brush his teeth next to Sam.

Delaney shook her head as she laughed at Dean's antics. He was seriously a man child and Delaney shoved the thought that this wouldn't last much longer to the back of her mind. She had to keep a positive attitude if her and Sam were going to find the cure for Dean's deal with the Crossroads Demon. 

After three siblings were dressed and ready, they made their way down the street to the diner for breakfast. The diner was pretty busy, but they were able to find a small booth next to the large window with the name of the diner on it and a coffee mug photo behind it. The waitress at the counter made the man sat there order something or he'd have to leave while the cashier politely told one of the regulars to drive safely home.

"Hey it's Tuesday! Pig 'n a poke," Dean grinned, motioning to the board above the counter while he took his place next to Sam and Delaney took the seat across from the boys.

"Do you even know what that is?" Sam questioned, glancing to the board to try and see what Dean wanted to order exactly.

"You guys ready?" the waitress from behind the counter asked - whose name tag said Doris - as she stopped near their table with her pad out and ready.

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

"Make it three coffees and two short stacks," Sam ordered next for him and Delaney with a polite smile before Doris walked away to start on their order.

Dean sighed and leant back against the seat, leaning his arm against the top behind Sam's head. "I'm telling you, Della, this job is a small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

Delaney crossed her arms on the table and shot Dean a challenging look. "Okay, sure. Let's get right on that then. Where is she again?"

"Shut up."

"Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you and Sammy do, okay? In the meantime, we have this," Delaney said and whipped out her research from her inner jacket pocket, placing it on the table in front of the boys. "So, Dexter Hassleback - a professor - was passing through town last week when he vanished."

"Last known location?" Sam prompted, taking one of the articles Delaney printed out from the table and skimmed it.

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County mystery spot."

Dean picked up the yellow pamphlet about the mystery spot. On the front was a large question mark with BROWARD COUNTY MYSTERY SPOT written inside in white lettering. He flipped it over to the other side with E=MC2, A=πR2, and F=GM1M2/R22 written on the back with WHERE THE LAWS OF PHYSICS HAVE NO MEANING! above them.

"Three coffees - black, and some hot sauce for the..." Doris trailed off as the hot sauce slid off the tray, a gasp escaping her lips as the bottle shattered on the small. "Whoops. Clean up!"

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A golden retriever barked at the siblings as they passed by him on their way back to the Impala so they could head over to the mystery spot. Dean glanced over the pamphlet again as they walked and he shook his head. "Della, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger's to your wallet."

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

"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean mocked, folding the pamphlet back over.

"Well, sometimes these places are legit!" Delaney argued and turned to Sam with pleading eyes. "Help me out here, Sammy."

A woman mumbled sorry to Dean when she bumped into his shoulder and he glanced over his shoulder to watch her walk away, a smirk on his face. Sam merely nudged him to pay attention and opened his mouth to help his baby sister out, "Well, according to the research Delaney did, the lore's pretty nuts. They say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims no one knows where."

"Sounds a little X-Files to me," Dean countered, clearly not believing they should stick with this hunt.

Delaney opened her mouth to rebut, but froze when two movers argued over how to get a desk into a doorway. She waited until they were far enough away from the movers before she spoke up. "Alright, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, Dee. See if we can do something."

"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look."

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Later that night, Delaney and the boys snuck into the Mystery Spot and made their way to the attraction. The hallway in the attraction was neon green with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. They moved up the hallway as Delaney broke out her EMF reader and Dean shined his flashlight around onto a table, lamp and ashtray attached upside-down on the ceiling above them.

"Wow. Uncanny," Dean quipped, wanting to be anywhere else but this place. This whole thing just seemed like any other haunted house or illusion attraction spot. He'd rather be out on the road to track down Bela and The Colt. It was his dying wish to take the bitch down and he wouldn't go down until he did it.

Delaney and Sam inspected a table nailed at an angle with a glass of wine on it and some cooked poultry, but there seemed to be no spikes in the area. 

"Find anything?"

"Nope," Delaney frowned, lowering the EMF reader back to her side.

"Do you have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Delaney lied and smiled innocently at her brothers. The lore didn't really give her much on what to do with the disappearances. She rolled her lips into her mouth when both boys stared at her skeptically. "No?"

Dean closed his eyes and shook his head disappointedly at Delaney, glancing around them as if the answer would pop up in his face. He slowly walked around the room, shining his light on random spots to see if anything looked out of the ordinary. At least, out of the ordinary enough for an illusion attraction. 

"What are you doing here?"

The three siblings whirred around to see the owner of the attraction stood behind them with a shotgun raised at the three, hands visibly shaking as his eyes bounced between the trio.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We can explain," Dean said, holding his hands up in defense.

"You robbing me?" the owner demanded, shifting the shotgun to aim at Sam and Delaney next.

"Look, nobody's robbing you. Calm down," Sam assured the man, also holding his hands up to show he wouldn't hurt the man. 

"Don't move!" the owner barked at Dean who had moved to put his handgun back in the waistband of his jeans. 

"Just putting the gun down."

The owner suddenly opened fire on Dean and sent the man flying onto his back with a groan. Delaney's eyes widened and she rushed to Dean's side, propping him up in her arms. He struggled to breathe in her arms as the bullet sank into his chest. 

"Call 9-1-1!" Sam barked at the owner who stood there frozen, staring as Delaney frantically tried to get Dean to keep breathing and assure him they'd get him help. "Now!"

"Hey, hey, breathe with me, Dean," Delaney sniffled, gripping his hand and placing it over her heart like he did with her anytime she had an anxiety attack. "Breathe with me, yeah? Come on, Dean." She whimpered as Dean's eyes fluttered and he choked on the lack of air he had. "No, no, no. Not like this. Come on."

"Della, I'm so..." Dean whispered before his eyes fluttered shut and he went still in his arms.

"No, no, no," Delaney sobbed, hugging Dean closer to her while Sam knelt next to her and brought into his side as his own sobs took over.

Delaney couldn't believe her big brother was dead.

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT

Delaney sat up in her motel bed to see Dean sat at the edge of their bed as he tied his boots, bopping to the song that blasted from the radio on the nightstand between the two beds. Sam was stood in the bathroom again as he brushed his teeth and he smiled at his sister through the mirror. 

"Rise and shine, Della!"

Delaney blinked and glanced from Dean to the radio in bewilderment. Everything had been just like it had been the day previous. As if nothing had ever happened and it was all just a dream, but there was no way it could be a dream. That all felt way too real for it to be a dream.

"Della. Asia."

"Dean..."

"Oh come on, baby girl. You love this song and you know it," Dean mused and stood up from the bed, dancing the same way he had the day previous. 

Delaney stared after Dean as he walked over to the sink to brush his teeth next to Sam. Sam didn't seem off put by what just happened...so maybe it was a dream? She knew her visions were vivid and realistic, but never had her visions ever been like that before. Hell, Delaney thought her visions were gone along with Azazel. She seriously need to get sleep more.

Dean dried his mouth and turned back to Delaney who still sat in bed and looked like she had seen a ghost. He walked back over to the bed with Sam at his side and didn't worry too much when he saw her breathing was quick, but not as bad as it usually was during an anxiety attack. "Della, you alright?"

"I... I don't know," Delaney mumbled, running a hand over her face in exhaustion. "I think I... I had a weird dream."

"Clowns or midgets?"

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Even the diner was the exact same as yesterday. The same old man took change from the cashier near the door, Doris stood at the counter where Cal sat and ordered him to get something or he'd have to leave and he ordered the same coffee. Even the patrons from yesterday that sat around them had the same clothing on and sat in the same exact spots as before. What the hell was going on?

"Hey, it's Tuesday! Pig 'n a poke."

"Do you even know what that is?"

"Wait!" Delaney exclaimed, eyes bouncing between Dean and Sam who rose an eyebrow at her. "It's Tuesday?"

"Yeah?"

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows as Doris walked over to them with her pad at the ready to take their orders. Just. Like. Before.

"You guys ready?"

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

"Make that three coffees and two short stacks."

"Uh, no just make it the two coffees and one short stack. Thanks," Delaney corrected, suddenly feeling sick to the stomach. None of this made sense to her and she felt as if she were caught in a bad dream. Were the boys pulling her leg? Though, she didn't know how Dean would still be alive if the boys were messing with her. 

Dean seemed thrown off by Delaney declining food, but he shrugged it off and sighed, placing his arm on the back of the seat behind Sam's head. "I'm telling you, Della, this job is a small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

Delaney felt her lungs squeeze as Dean quoted himself word from word just like before. It was as if the whole day restarted itself over, which had to be impossible. Sure, Delaney fought the supernatural on the daily basis, but science hadn't changed last time she checked. There was no actual way to reverse time like the movies made it seem. She blinked when Sam snapped his fingers in her face when she zoned out.

"Delly, you with us?" Sam asked, worry etching across his face at the ghostly pale color that took over his sister.

"What?"

"You sure you feel okay?" Dean chimed in, taking a good luck at Delaney who seemed off and freaked out. He could tell her anxiety was taking over and he couldn't tell why. "You look like you're about to have an attack. What's wrong?"

Delaney let out a shaky breath and placed her shaking hands in her lap so the boys wouldn't see just how freaked she was. "You don't... you don't remember any of this?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and exchanged a confused glance with Sam. "Remember what?"

"This. Today. Like - like it's - like it's happened before?"

"You mean like deja vu?" Sam questioned.

"No. I mean like it's - like it's really happened before," Delaney stressed, hoping to see any flicker of recognition pass across Dean and Sam's faces. However, that never happened and their looks of confusion and worry only worsened.

"Yeah, like deja vu," Sam repeated.

Delaney groaned and threw her head back, frustration bubbling in her chest. Why was she the only one experiencing this? Was it because of her demon blood that she had these weirdo experiences the boys couldn't? It was starting to really bother her, especially because the boys stared at her as if she had gone crazy. "No. Forget about the deja vu! I'm asking you if it feels like - like we're living yesterday all over again."

"Okay, how is that not dej- "

"Don't! Don't even say it," Delaney snapped, pointing a finger in Dean's face with a stern expression. "You say it and I'll send you to Hell early, Dean Winchester."

"Okay, coffee - black," Doris announced, placing the two coffee mugs on the table as she stopped next to their table. "And some hot sauce for the - "

Delaney reached out and caught the hot sauce before it could topple off the tray and Doris gasped in surprise, thanking Delaney for saving the bottle. Dean grinned at her and seemed impressed by her reflexes that she didn't actually have. She just knew that it was coming.

After the boys finished their breakfast, the trio made their way out of the diner and down the sidewalk to go back towards the motel room. The same dog from yesterday barked at them as they walked by and Dean rambled about how Delaney didn't make any sense about the whole deja vu thing. 

"Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?" Delaney mumbled as if Dean hadn't spoken at all. "But today is Tuesday, too."

"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced," Dean remarked and received a punch to the arm from Sam to be nicer to Delaney.

"So neither one of you believe me," Delaney scoffed, annoyed that the boys weren't listening to her. She knew she sounded crazy - hell, she felt crazy- but why couldn't they just listen to her. Sam would have been the last person Delaney thought would brush off any odd feelings she had about anything. With her track record with Azazel and all her right theories since then, the boys should know by now to just trust her.

Dean crashed into the same blonde as yesterday and watched her walk away before he turned back to Delaney. "No. I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, even crazy for us. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another one of your psychic premonitions, baby girl."

"No, way too vivid and I haven't had any visions since you killed him. Look, we were at the Mystery Spot and - "

"And then what?" Dean prompted when Delaney cut herself off.

Delaney chewed on her lip and fiddled with the zipper on her jacket, not wanting to say what else happened. "Then I woke up," she half lied, leaving out the fact that Dean had died in her arms. She glanced at the two movers who argued over the desk, again. "Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it..."

"Maybe what?"

"We got to check that place out," Delaney sighed, dreading having to go back to that place again. However, she knew they had to do it if they were to get out of this odd version of Groundhog Day. "Look, just go with me on this one, please?"

"Okay, okay, we'll go tonight, Della," Dean promised Delaney and jumped slightly when she suddenly grabbed his jacket sleeve. He started to feel himself freak out at seeing Delaney the way she was. He just wanted to help her, but he didn't know how to. He hated feeling useless, especially when it came to Delaney.

"Wait, what? No," Delaney denied immediately, remembering the owner that popped up and shot Dean in the chest because he thought they were going to rob him. "Can we just go now, Dee? Please? During business hours while it's nice and crowded?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at Delaney who seemed a bit too freaked out about going when it was empty and they could snoop around easier. However, he decided to just let it go and do as Delaney wanted to keep her from becoming more freaked and anxiety ridden than she already was. "Okay, kiddo, we'll go now. That's fine."

Delaney relaxed slightly and turned to follow Dean into the street when he was hit by an on coming car. She squeezed her eyes shut while Sam yelped and rushed into the street to try and save Dean.

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT

Delaney sat up in bed for the third time to see the same thing... again. Dean sat on the end of the bed, Sam stood in the bathroom and Delaney woke up after them to the alarm. She groaned to herself as Dean stood up from the bed, dancing again, and plopped back onto her pillow. When would this nightmare end?

The boys got ready much like they had the past two times and Delaney brushed her teeth robotically and tried to ignore the worried glances from her brothers. She knew she had seemed off since she woke up and she had good reason to be. Something was making her live the same day over and over again. It was enough to drive her crazy - more so than she already was at least. 

On the walk to the diner, Delaney tried once again to explain to the boys what was going on with her. It was almost like some kind of time loop and she couldn't figure out what would cause something like that. She didn't think anything supernatural could make time repeat itself over and over again. Though, there was always something new to learn so who knew anymore at this point.

The diner was the exact same as it was the past two days. Old man got change from cashier. Cal got yelled at to order something or leave and he got himself a coffee from Doris. The patrons all in their same spots. Dean, Delaney and Sam in their same booth and same seats as the past two days. 

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig 'n a poke."

"Dean, can you just listen to me? I'm kind of having anxiety over here!" Delaney wheezed, trying to get her lungs to do their jobs and give her air. She felt like she was drowning and she was nowhere near the surface to break through. 

"Are you guys ready?"

"He'll have the special, a side of bacon of coffee," Delaney answered, motioning to Dean before she moved her gaze to Sam. "He'll have a coffee also and a short stack. I'll have nothing. Thank you."

Doris tapped her pen against her pad, seemingly taken back at the sudden response from Delaney. She shrugged and announced that she'd be right back with the coffee.

"Della, I get all tingly when you take control like that," Dean smirked, leaning back against the seat and laying his arm against the top of it behind Sam's head.

"Quit screwing around, Dean!"

Dean blinked and averted his gaze to Sam who looked just as shocked at Delaney's outburst. "Okay, okay, baby girl, I'm listening to you. So... so... now, you think you're in some kind of a what?"

"Time loop," Delaney clarified.

"Like Groundhog Day?" Dean retorted and quickly apologized at the dark look he received from Delaney. "Sorry, sorry... but that's just..."

"You don't believe me," Delaney whined, collapsing against her seat. 

Sam shook his head and nudged Dean when he started to chuckle at Delaney's theory. "Delly, it just sounds kind of crazy, you know? I'm usually one to side with you, but... a time loop?"

"It's even crazy for us, like, uh - "

"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" Delaney finished for Dean, raising an eyebrow at him when he just stared at her. "Yeah, I knew what you were gonna say and you wanna know why? You said it before, Dean, this is my point!"

"Okay, coffee - black," Doris placed the coffee mugs down on the table in front of the boys and Delaney didn't even look when she caught the hot sauce that toppled off the tray. "Wow. Thanks."

"Nice reflexes."

Delaney rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, willing herself to not completely freak out. "No, I knew it was gonna happen, Dean."

Dean was quiet for a long moment as he stared at Delaney, trying to figure out what could be going on with her. She was talking crazy and it worried him because he didn't know what to do. He never had to deal with something like this before. "Okay, look. I'm sure that there is some kind of explanation."

"You're just gonna have to trust me on this one, Dean. You just have to. You owe me that much!"

"Calm down," Sam whispered, reaching out to place a hand over Delaney's but she snatched it back before he could.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Samuel Winchester. I can't calm down. I can't because..."

"Because what?" Dean inquired when Delaney cut off mid-sentence.

Delaney's eyes welled up as the past two deaths of Dean flashed across her mind and hated how it played in her mind like an endless loop. If this was to prepare her for when he actually died in a few months, then it was a sick joke and she wanted out. This only made her more determined to try every which way to save his ass from the pit. "Because you die today, Dee."

Dean and Sam exchanged a silent look with each other before glancing back to Delaney. "Della, I'm not going to die. At least, not today I'm not."

Delaney slammed her fist on the table, startling both of her brothers as her eyes grew dark. "I watched you die twice now, Dean, and I can't. I will not do it again, okay? You boys are just gonna have to believe me. Please."

Sam's heart shattered at the broken look in his sister's eyes. She looked as if whatever she thought was happening took a real toll on her. It was obvious she constantly fought off her anxiety over the whole thing as she continued to wheeze and take deep breaths to try and calm herself down. He would do anything to take away her pain. "Alright, Delly, we'll check it out. Promise."

Once again after breakfast was finished, the Winchesters walked down the sidewalk. A golden retriever barked at them. A blonde girl bumped into Dean who watched her walk away. Two movers argued over the desk they tried to get into the small doorway. 

"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it," Dean concluded after Delaney went over the past two loops to him and Sam.

"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The - the magnetic fields bending space time or whatever," Delaney offered lamely.

"That all seems X Files to me."

"I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!" Delaney barked at him.

Dean waved his hand to calm Delaney down and sighed heavily. "Alright, alright! We'll go tonight after they close and get ourselves a nice, long look."

Delaney pulled Dean's jacket sleeve and stopped the trio from walking. "No, no, no. We can't."

"Why not?" Sam questioned.

"Because... because Dean... he... "

"I what? Die there?" Dean finished for her, raising an eyebrow when Delaney nodded and mumbled he got blown away. "Huh. Okay, let's go now."

Delaney tugged the back of Dean's jacket when he went to walk into the street just as the old man's car zoomed past, yelling at Dean to watch where he was going as he drove past. She let go Dean's jacket as he laughed it off and he trailed off when he noticed Delaney's face.

"Wait, did he..."

"Yeah, yesterday."

"And?" 

"And what?" Delaney asked, glancing up at Dean with a confused expression.

"Did it look cool? You know, like in the movies?"

Sam huffed and gave Dean a deadpan expression to leave Delaney alone. "Dean, seriously?"

Delaney glared daggers at Dean and crossed her arms, irritated by Dean not taking any of this seriously. "You peed yourself."

Dean's smile quickly faded at the mention of him soiling himself and he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Of course I did! Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control of his bladder? Come on!"

Sam chuckled at Dean's lame attempt to defend himself. "That was horrible, even for you."

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"Guys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. We could use all the good ink we can get," the owner, Mr. Carpiak, said to the three siblings with a big grin. 

Delaney tried not to strangle the man because this loop of Mr. Carpiak didn't kill Dean, so he didn't deserve to be strangled to death by her. She merely flashed the man a fake smile and fiddled with the pad in her hand. "How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?"

Mr. Carpiak hummed as he placed his hands on his hips, trying to think of the accurate number. "Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when."

"So you'd know if anything strange happened," Dean said.

"What do you mean strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a mystery spot."

"What exactly does that mean?" Delaney questioned, a bit annoyed by this guy.

"Well, uh... it's where the laws of physics... have no meaning," Mr. Carpiak responded and it almost took all of Delaney's energy not to punch him in the throat. "Take the tour to find out how."

Dean pinched Delaney's side when he noticed her get visibly pissed off by Mr. Carpiak and decided to take the reins on this. "The guy who went missing - Dexter Hassleback - he take the tour?"

"Uh..." Mr. Carpiak laughed awkwardly and his eyes bounced between the three siblings. "Hold on a minute. What kind of article is this?"

"Just answer the question," Delaney ordered, ignoring the stern looks she got from both Dean and Sam.

"The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before," Mr. Carpiak informed the trio, sounding a bit annoyed that Delaney was hounding him for answers he didn't have. "We're a family establishment."

Delaney stepped closer to Mr. Carpiak, getting in his face because she was done with him and his answers. "Listen to me. There's something weird going on here. Now, do you know anything about it or not?"

"Okay, look, guys. Just give it a break," Mr. Carpiak whispered, stepping back from Delaney. "I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, alright? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds."

"Kojak, let's get some air," Dean suggested, placing his hands on Delaney's shoulders and veered her out of the Mystery Spot and outside into the night air with Sam on his heels.

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After they left the Mystery Spot and relaxed for a bit, Dean suggested they go out and get something for dinner. They hadn't come up with anything else since they left the spot and it was full on stressing Delaney out. Couldn't things just ever work out for the Winchesters?

"This town is exactly what I thought - it's full of crap," Dean huffed, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket.

"So what is it, then, Dean?" Delaney asked, sounded just as tired and over this whole thing as she felt. "What the hell is happening to us? Or, me I guess since I seem to be the only one that remembers every time the loop resets."

"I don't know. So... just... every day Dean dies, right?" Sam recalled and nodded when Delaney did. "Then that's when you wake up again. So let's just make sure Dean doesn't die. I'm sure if he survives then the loop stops and we can figure everything out, okay?"

"You think so?"

"It's worth a shot," Dean agreed, slapping his hands to his sides. "Let's just grab the takeout, head back to the motel, and lay low until midnight. Sound like a plan?" He beamed when both of his siblings nodded along to his plan. "Good. Now who is up for some Chinese?"

Dean made it about three steps ahead before he was crushed by the falling desk. The movers - one who stood holding the rope a few feet away and the other who stood in the window - gaped at the scene.

Here we go again.

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT

"Rise and shine, Della!"

Delaney fell back against the bed and pressed the pillow to her face, screaming into it. This was quite literally Delaney's Hell and she wanted out of it. She knew that the demons wanted her dead because they didn't want her leading their army in whatever apocalypse was rapidly approaching, but if this was just them trying to get her to off herself so they don't have to do it... she'll torch all of them once she gets down to Hell. 

The morning went as it had the past three loops. Dean and Sam brushed their teeth together. Delaney got dressed and then they went to the diner. The old man got his change from the cashier. Cal ordered his coffee after being yelled at by Doris. The patrons all in their same tables. Dean chose the same table and cheered about the pig 'n poke on the board.

"I still think you're nuts, Della, but whatever this is, we'll figure it out," Dean promised Delaney, squeezing her hand. She had been silent all morning and had this despairing look on her face that tore his heart to shreds. This was not how he wanted to see his sister, especially not when this was their last few months together. "I promise, okay?"

"So if you're stuck in Groundhog Day, then why?" Sam posed the question that Delaney had asked herself the past three loops. "What's behind it?"

Delaney slouched against her bench, finding it difficult to muster the energy to even hold herself up at this point. She was emotionally and physically exhausted that she just felt numb at this point. "At first I thought it was the Mystery Spot, but now I'm not sure."

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

"Well, we keep you breathing, try to make it tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of," Delaney offered, not knowing what else to do at this point. The only way it seemed that could save Dean would be to just keep him holed up in the motel room or something until it was Wednesday.

"Shouldn't be too hard."

Delaney scoffed and played with the napkin that sat in front of her. "Yeah, right. Dean, I've watched you die a few times now, and I can't ever seem to stop it."

"Well, nothing's set in stone. You said I order the same thing every time, right?"

"Yeah, pig 'n a poke, side of bacon," Delaney responded, jerking her head towards the board where the special was displayed.

Dean winked at Delaney and turned to Doris who stood near the cook's window. "Excuse me, sweetheart. Can I get a side of sausage instead of the bacon?"

"Sure thing, hon."

"See different day already, baby girl. You see, if we all decide that I am not gonna die, I'm not gonna die," Dean assured Delaney and smiled. 

Doris brought over the food to the table and Dean politely thanked her. He turned to Delaney with another wink and bit into his sausage.

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The loop kept going over and over and over and over again. Delaney lost count of how many Tuesdays she had gone through, no matter what she and the boys did to stop it. 

They didn't go to the diner and Dean slipped while he was in the shower.

They got lunch from the deli in town instead of going straight to the Mystery Spot and Dean had a bad taco.

Dean plugged in his razor to shave and he got electrocuted.

Delaney dragged the boys to the Mystery Spot at night and tied Mr. Carpiak to the chair, slamming an axe into the wall. Dean tried to fight the axe out of her hands and Delaney lost her grip, hitting Dean in the side of the head.

It had to have been the fortieth Tuesday when Delaney walked into the diner again with the boys, bumping into the old man and taking his car keys from his pocket without him realizing. She dropped into her usual spot in the booth and tossed the car keys onto the table.

"What are those?" Dean asked.

"The old man's," Delaney replied monotonously, jerking her head towards the window where the old man walked towards his car. "Trust me. You don't want him behind the wheel of any car. Ever."

"You guys ready?"

"Yes, we are," Dean responded, eyeing his sister oddly. "I'll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee."

"Hey, Doris?" Delaney spoke up and glanced up to the woman who turned to her. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How do you know - "

Delaney shrugged. "Lucky guess."

Dean and Sam flashed Doris an apologetic smiles on behalf of Delaney as she walked away. Dean turned back to Delaney with an unhappy expression and Delaney braced herself for the lecture that never came. Instead, Dean said, "Okay, so, you think you're caught in a time loop? Like Groundhog Day?"

"Doesn't matter because there's no way to stop it," Delaney grumbled, slouching in the seat with a pout.

"Jeez. Aren't you grumpy?"

"Yeah, I am and you want to know why? This is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I've been through and it never stops. Ever. So, yeah, I'm a little grumpy. Oh and, hot sauce."

Dean blinked at Delaney as Doris walked back over with his and Sam's coffee, placing it on the table. He watched as Delaney caught the hot sauce without moving her eyes from his and place it on the table in the middle. "Nice reflexes, kiddo."

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

"You don't know everything," Dean argued.

"Yeah. I do," Delaney shot him a challenging look.

"Yeah, right." "Yeah, right."

"Nice guess." "Nice guess."

"It wasn't a guess, Dean," Delaney defended, shooting him a sarcastic smile.

Dean scoffed and narrowed his eyes at Delaney.

"Right, you're a mind reader." "Right, you're a mind reader."

"Cut it out, Delaney Elizabeth." "Cut it out, Delaney Elizabeth."

"Delaney!" "Delaney!" 

"You think you're being funny, but you're being really, really childish." "You think you're being funny, but you're being really, really childish."

"Delaney Winchester is a brat." "Delaney Winchester is a brat."

"Delaney Winchester cries her way through sex." "Delaney Winchester cries her way through sex."

"Okay, enough!" Sam yelled at his two siblings, rubbing his temples as he felt a migraine take over. This was all too much for him to take in and Dean and Delaney fighting didn't help him at all. "You both need to shut up before I jam my fork into my eyes."

Delaney rolled her eyes and mumbled something incoherently under her breath that neither one of the boys caught. "That's not all. Randy, the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit."

The old man at the next table startled at Delaney blatantly exposing his darkest secret out in the open and nearly dropped his chocolate milk.

"Over there - that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."

"What's your point?" Dean questioned, not knowing how to deal with all the information Delaney shot at him and Sam at once.

"My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday. I've watched Dean die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burned it down, tried everything I know to save Dean's life, and I can't. No matter what I do, you die, Dean. Then I wake up and it's Tuesday again."

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The loop had started once again after Dean had been attacked by the golden retriever outside the diner. However, luckily for Delaney, that loop Dean had wound up grabbing whatever was in the hands of the blonde that he bumped into every loop. It was a missing person's flyer with her father's face on it and all his information. She had gotten just enough information out of the blonde girl before she found herself back in her motel bed again.

Delaney now sat in her spot in the booth while Dean and Sam ate with the laptop open in front of her. "So, the police report says Dexter Hassleback is a professor, but that's not all he is."

"What is he?" Sam asked, popping another piece of bacon into his mouth.

"I talked to his daughter. The 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," Delaney explained and swung the laptop around to show the boys Dexter's blog site.

"Dexter Hassleback: Truth Warrior?" Dean read and scoffed softly. "More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me."

"Yeah. Tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written. He must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself," Delaney mused, earning a chuckle from Sam.

"When did you have time to do all this research?" Dean questioned, following after Delaney when she motioned for her brothers to follow after her. "It's funny. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes in one. It's kind of poetic, you know? Like just desserts."

Delaney laughed softly and placed Sam's laptop bag strap over her shoulder after she placed the device inside. "You're right. This is just desserts." She froze near the counter when she noticed the man's plate had a pancake with pink syrup on it. The rest of the loops it's been maple and now it's pink? That couldn't be right.

"What's wrong?"

Delaney glanced over her shoulder to the salt and pepper haired man that passed by the window. "Guy has maple syrup the past hundred Tuesdays and now all of a sudden he has strawberry syrup?"

"It's a free country, Della. The man can't choose his own syrup? What have we become?"

"Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes - ever. Except for me."

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The loop started once again and Delaney sat in her spot in the booth, eyeing the back of the salt and pepper haired man dressed in a suit sat at the counter. 

"You think you're caught in some kind of what?"

"Eat your breakfast," Delaney instructed her brothers, turning back to the man who she knew wasn't part of the loop like she was. He changed this time and she figured out the reason why that morning before she and the boys made their way to the diner.

Once the man stood up from his spot at the counter, Delaney waited for him to get near the door before she shot out of the booth and followed after him, the brown paper bag she brought clutched in her hand. She ignored the calls of Dean and Sam and stalked after the man, pushing him up against the fence behind him and held the wooden stake she hid in the bag to his throat.

"Hey!"

"I know who you are," Delaney warned, pressing the tip just a bit harder against the man's throat as Dean and Sam rushed over to either side of her with wide eyes. "Or should I say what."

"Oh, my God. Please don't kill me," the man begged and Delaney didn't fall for the thing's act for one second. He was clearly trying to appeal to Dean and Sam who watched the scene with gaping expressions.

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

"What?"

Delaney smirked at the man and reveled in the fact that he grew more nervous when the stake got pushed further into his neck. "It's your M.O. that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind does that, don't they?"

"Yeah, sure. Okay. Just put the stake down," the man begged, trying to pull himself away from the stake.

"Delly, maybe you should - "

"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."

"Sweetheart, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife's name is Amelia. I got two kids. For crying out loud, I sell ad space!"

Delaney got in the Trickster's face and pressed her arm harder against his chest. "Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

Ed trembled for a moment more before his face morphed into the Trickster with his brown hair a and brown eyes, a smirk on his face. "Actually, cupcake, you haven't."

"Why are you doing this?" Sam breathed, not believing his eyes that the Trickster stood in front of him when he thought they killed him back at the university.

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

"Hassleback - what about him?" Dean demanded.

"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one," Trickster laughed at his thought of a good joke, smile only widening at the Winchester's unamused expressions. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

Delaney's eyes darkened as she glared at Trickster. She wished looks could kill so this way he could be six feet under where he belonged. "So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?"

"One - yes, it is fun, and two - this is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Delaney. Watching your big brother die every day. Forever."

"You son of a bitch!" Delaney bellowed, pressing the tip hard against Trickster's neck. If she moved even an inch more, he'd be dead. So the guy should count his lucky stars she hadn't jammed it just yet.

Trickster merely smiled at Delaney as if he weren't two seconds from his death. "How long will it take you to realize you can't save your big brother... no matter what?"

"Oh, yeah? I kill you, this all ends now," Delaney threatened, twitching the stake to remind the guy just what his predicament was.

Trickster choked as he felt the sting of the stake in his neck now. "Oh, hey! Whoa. Okay. Okay. Look. I was just playing around.  You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it'll be Wednesday. I swear."

"You're lying."

"If I am, you know where to find me - at the diner having pancakes," Trickster reminded Delaney since the loop would quite literally just reset again and they'd be in the same day and same time again.

Delaney glanced between her two brothers for a moment, both of which seemed to actually consider Trickster's deal. As if she would actually let him get away with killing Dean over a hundred times. "No. Easier to just kill you."

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that," Trickster said, snapping his fingers.

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Delaney's eyes snapped open and she sprang up in her and Dean's bed when the radio next to her played something that wasn't Asia. She breathed heavily as her eyes scanned the room and saw Sam digging through his duffle bag for something and Dean stood by the sink, brushing his teeth.

"You gonna sleep all day, kiddo?" Dean mused, spitting his toothpaste into the sink.

"No Asia," Delaney breathed.

"Yeah, I know. This station sucks," Dean huffed and leant against the divider between the bathroom and the beds.

Delaney glanced behind her to the alarm clock and saw that it said Wednesday at 7:30 AM. Her eyes widened and she jerked her head back to Dean and Sam who stared at her oddly. "It's Wednesday!"

Sam chuckled and tossed his now closed duffle bag back on top of the dresser. "Yeah, that usually comes after Tuesday, Delly."

"Turn that thing off, would you?" Dean whined, clearly hating that it wasn't Asia that the station played. 

"What, are you kidding?" Delaney laughed, kicking off her sheets and standing up from the bed. "It's the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life."

"Jeez, baby girl, how many Tuesdays have you had?" Dean questioned, tossing his toothbrush into his open duffle bag that was next to Sam's.

Delaney pulled Will's old football hoodie over her head and shook her head. "I don't know. I lost count. Boys, what do you remember? You know, about yesterday."

Sam shrugged and leant back against the dresser behind him, gripping his toothbrush in his hand that he must have been digging for in the bag a few moments ago. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, then we ran into the Trickster. That's about it."

Delaney sighed in relief that neither of the boys remembered anything about Dean's deaths, just that the Trickster was there. "Alright, pack your stuff. Let's get the hell out of town - now."

"No breakfast?" Dean pouted.

"No breakfast."

Delaney and Sam stayed back in the motel room to finish getting their stuff situated while Dean took his stuff out to the car and make sure all the weapons in the arsenal were okay. She had never been more happy to have a Wednesday in her life. If she could remove Tuesdays from the week then she would in a heartbeat. Tuesday had officially become her most hated day of the week and if it took a million years for the next to come then she'd be perfectly happy with that.

A gunshot outside alerted both Sam and Delaney and they both bolted out of the motel room to get to Dean who had been right outside at the Impala. They got down the stairs outside the motel to see Dean laid on the ground while a male ran away in the opposite direction, gun clutched in his hand.

"Dean, no!" Delaney cried and ran over to Dean, propping his limp body up in her arms. "No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not today. It's Wednesday. I - " She squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment and when she opened her eyes, Dean was still dead in her arms and Sam was knelt next to her while tears streamed down his face, tapping Dean's face to try and get him to open his eyes.

"I was supposed to wake up."

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Over the next six months, Delaney dragged Sam around the states with her to try and find the Trickster. She was pissed at herself that she had actually believed the Trickster would just let Dean walk after he spent the past hundred Tuesdays killing him like it was nothing. Something told her to just stab the stake into the Trickster's neck and she should have listened instead of continuing to threaten him. 

Sam had tried to get her to relax multiple times, saying that she needed to go through this whole thing with a clear head. Any calls from Bobby had gone through him because Delaney didn't really speak unless she needed to in order to get information. It tore his heart to pieces to watch Delaney wallow silently in self-pity and guilt. He knew for a fact that she felt as if it were her fault that Dean still died even though the loop ended. She couldn't get her to say anything about it, but her silence gave it away. He's stopped enough anxiety attacks over the six month period to know that she blamed herself and that's why she was killing herself over finding the Trickster. He couldn't even remember the last time Delaney got an actual night's rest.

Sam didn't even know what to tell Bobby every time he called and just told Bobby to keep his eyes and ears open for any signs of the Trickster. If all three of them worked on it, they'd find it quicker. He just wanted to find the thing and make it pay for killing Dean still even though he was supposed to keep Dean alive according to Delaney's story of what really happened back at the mystery spot town. Plus, Sam wanted his brother back just as badly as Delaney and he wanted Delaney to not be moping around anymore. He hated how much Dean's death had changed and affected her.

The two siblings had eventually gotten a call from Bobby to meet him back at the town the mystery spot took place. He had found Trickster and had the necessary items to summon him back. They found Bobby knelt in front of a diagram with a book in the middle of it with three candles and three bowls of unidentified substances surrounding the outside of the diagram. He stood up when the siblings walked into the room.

"It's good to see you, kids," Bobby greeted, pulling Sam in for a tight hug who returned it by slapping him on the back. He turned to Delaney and brought her in for a hug that she didn't return.

"What are we doing here, Bobby?" Delaney asked, sounding as if she wanted to be anywhere but the place Dean died.

"This is the last place, for sure, the Trickster worked his magic," Bobby replied and backed up to the diagram on the floor. "So you want your pal back? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here."

Sam grinned and nudged Delaney who gave him an unimpressed look. "See, Delly? Told you Bobby could help. What do we need, Bobby?"

"Blood."

"How much blood?"

Bobby grimaced at the answer, scratching the back of his neck. "Ritual says near a gallon. It's got to be fresh, too."

"Meaning we have to bleed a person dry," Delaney concluded, slowly walking around the diagram Bobby drew from chalk.

"It's got to be tonight, or not for another fifty years."

Delaney shrugged and turned on her heel to make her way back towards the doorway. "So let's go get some." She slowed to a stop when neither Sam or Bobby followed and spun around to face the two men again. "What are you guys waiting for?"

"You break my heart, kiddo," Bobby whispered.

"What?"

"We're not gonna let you murder an innocent man," Sam argued, shaking his head in disappointment at Delaney. Usually she would have fought him or Dean that they shouldn't kill someone who didn't deserve it. Now she stood in front of him and tried to get him to kill someone who didn't deserve it just to bring Dean back. It frightened him how much Dean's death affected her because he worried something maybe snapped in her and whatever Azazel did to her was taking over again.

"Then why did we come here, Sam?" Delaney snapped, pissed that Sam lead her just to throw it in her face that they wouldn't even be doing it.

Bobby balked and threw his hands out to the side. "Why? Because it was the only way you'd even think about seeing me. Sammy and I are trying to knock some sense into you. I thought you'd back down from killing a man."

Delaney's eyes darkened so dark that they almost appeared black and Sam stumbled back at the sight of it. "Well, you thought wrong, Bobby. Leave the stuff and I'll just do it myself."

"I told you, Laney. I'm not gonna let you kill anyone," Bobby argued.

"It's none of your damn business what I do!" Delaney screamed, getting in Bobby's face. Or, as much as she could since Bobby was a good eight inches taller than her.

"Delly..." Sam whispered in shock, not believing for a second that this was his sister stood before him. The Delaney he knew wouldn't act like this.

Bobby waved Sam off and stared down Delaney, holding up the jagged knife from his leather bag. "You want your brother back so bad... fine."

Delaney's eyes bounced from the shiny knife and back to Bobby's stoic face. "What are you talking about?"

"Better me than a civilian."

"You're crazy, Uncle Bobby. I'm not killing you," Delaney mumbled, stepping back from the man who was like a second father to her. No way she could kill him. Ever.

Bobby's eyes widened Delaney's response and a sound of disbelief sounded in the back of his throat. "Oh. Now I'm the crazy one. Look, Laney. I'm old. I'm coming near the end of my trail, but you and Sam can keep fighting, saving folk. You need Dean. So let me give him back to you."

Delaney shook her head, eyes welling with tears. She wanted Dean back more than anything on the planet, but not at the price of Bobby's life. "Uncle Bobby..."

"You, Sam and Dean, you... you boys are the closest thing I have to family. I want to do this," Bobby assured Delaney, holding out the knife to her. 

"Okay..." Delaney replied quietly, reluctantly taking the knife from Bobby's hands and watching as he knelt in front of the bowl near the diagram. She narrowed her eyes at the man as pieces seemed to click together in her head. No way this was Bobby in front of her. He had Bobby's face, but there was just something about him that didn't scream Bobby. Almost as if someone else took over him. Or something.

Delaney waited to make sure Not Bobby wasn't looking before she diverted her eyes to Sam and motioned subtly that the man knelt before them wasn't Bobby. It was a fake... a trick. It took him a second to catch on before realization flickered in his eyes and Delaney motioned that she had this. 

"I'll make it quick, Uncle Bobby, and you know why?" Delaney said, digging in her jacket for the wooden stake she had kept there from the fight she and Sam left that involved vampires. She twirled the stake in her head and plunged it into Not Bobby's back. "Because you're not him."

Not Bobby fell forward and remained motionless after that, which was odd since Trickster should have flickered into view by now. That sent a shock wave of anxiety through Delaney and she dropped to her knees next to Sam who rolled Bobby onto his back.

"Bobby! Bobby!" Sam cried, shaking the man's shoulder as if that would bring him back to life.

Suddenly, Bobby's body vanished and the stake went flying from the ground and into the hand of Trickster who now stood behind Delaney and Sam. "You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good though, Delaney. I forgot how smart you really were. Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket."

Delaney slowly rose to her feet next to Sam and balled her hands into fists at her side. "Bring him back."

"Who? Dean? Didn't my girl send you flowers? Dean is dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the Hellfire Rumba as we speak."

"Just take us back to that Tuesday - or Wednesday," Delaney quietly begged, suddenly feeling all the fight leave her body and just resorted to begging. "When it all started, please. We won't come after you. I swear."

"You swear?"

Sam eyed Delaney from the corner of her eye and seemed to agree with her. He'd let Trickster go if it meant bringing Dean back. They could always chase after him somewhere down the line later on. "Yes, we swear."

"I don't know. Even if I could... "

"You can," Delaney cut Trickster off before he could spew any more bullshit out of his mouth.

"True, but that don't mean I should," Trickster corrected himself and he actually looked... sorry for the two youngest Winchesters. "Delaney, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish, cro-magnon skull of yours."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows at that, not understanding what lesson Trickster could possibly have to teach her. "Lesson? What lesson?"

"This obsession to save Dean. The way you three keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean is your weakness, Delaney, much like Sam is. The bad guys know it, too. Your brothers will be the death of you, Delaney. Sometimes you just got to let people go."

"He's my brother," Delaney whimpered and felt Sam wrap an arm around her waist when her legs gave out on her. It was as if all the weight she had carried on her shoulders the past six months finally caught up to her and sent her crashing.

"Yep and this is what life would be like without him," Trickster announced, gesturing vaguely around them.

"Please... just - please."

Trickster threw his head back with a loud groan, visibly irritated with Delaney. "I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall. Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You're Travis Bickel in a skirt, cupcake. I'm over it."

"What does that even mean?" Sam questioned in confusion.

"Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out," Trickster replied, snapping his fingers suddenly.

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GOTTA GET BACK IN TIME

Delaney's eyes fluttered open and she shot up in the motel bed beneath her. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming and saw Sam once again digging in his duffle bag for his tooth brush and Dean stood near the sink, brushing his own tooth. 

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean asked, spitting the toothpaste in his mouth out into the sink and mistook Delaney's stunned silence for confusion on the music choice. "I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

Delaney glanced behind her to see the alarm clock behind her read Wednesday at 7:30 much like it had that day six months ago when Dean died in the parking lot. She felt her head spin at the sudden change of scenery and her eyes slowly trailed over to Dean who leant against the divider between the beds and bathroom. "It's Wednesday."

"Yeah, which usually follows Tuesday," Sam chuckled, dropping his duffle bag onto the dresser once he retrieved his toothbrush. It was almost as if Sam got thrown back into the loop and didn't know Dean had been dead for six months. 

"Turn that thing off, would ya?" Dean whined, hating the fact that Asia wasn't the thing that was on the radio.

Delaney scrambled out of her bed and flung herself at Dean, the older man luckily catching her in his arms before she could fall backwards onto the floor. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder, taking in his scent of musk and Impala. She had never smelt anything more beautiful until this moment. 

"Not that I don't love your hugs, baby girl, but how many Tuesdays did you have?" Dean chuckled to himself, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist so she wouldn't fall. 

"Enough," Delaney said into Dean's shoulder, pulling away from the embrace and glancing between her two brothers. "What do you boys remember?"

Sam leant back against the dresser that was next to Dean and Delaney, playing with the toothbrush in his hand. "I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday and we caught up with the Trickster. That's pretty much it."

Delaney relaxed and smoothed out Dean's blue button up that she had wrinkled in her attack. "Let's go."

"No breakfast," Dean pouted at her.

"No breakfast."

"Alright, I'll just pack the car and we can stop later," Dean said, squeezing Delaney's shoulder as he brushed by her.

Delaney clutched onto Dean's sleeve before he could get more than three steps away from her. "Wait, you're not going anywhere alone. Neither of you are allowed to go anywhere alone ever again."

Sam rose an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Dean. "Delly, I know you love to be in our company twenty-four/seven, but he's only going down the stairs to the parking lot."

"Just... just trust me. Okay?"

Once the boys noticed how freaked out and disoriented Delaney seemed, they both agreed that Sam would brush his teeth and Delaney would get dressed before they would all head down to the Impala together with their stuff. It had only taken the trio about ten minutes to get everything ready to leave. 

Delaney was in her own head space as she shrugged on her leather jacket and got her duffle bag zipped up and ready. Trickster's words kept playing around in her head about how she wouldn't be saving Dean. If that was how life would be like without Dean, then she didn't want to be in it. Of course, she'd be with Sam and she loved him more than anything, but she couldn't think of a life without both her brothers in it with her. They were supposed to go through life together in the Impala, saving people and hunting things. 

"Della, you don't look so good. Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked, stopping next to her at the table near the door to the room.

Delaney shook her head, ridding her mind of the thoughts that plagued it. "Uh, yeah. Just weird dream."

"Clowns or midgets?" Dean teased, a small smile on his face as he pat Delaney on the back and grabbed her duffle for her to make his way down to the Impala.

Delaney tried her best to smile back, but it was almost as if her muscles in her mouth stopped working. She had to save Dean whether it killed her or not. If saving Dean was wrong, then Delaney didn't want to be right.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

THIS WAS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER TO WRITE BECAUE MYSTERY SPOT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE EPISODES OF SEASON THREE. I JUST HAD TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT TODAY BECAUSE IT TAKES PLACE ON A TUESDAY AND TODAY IS TUESDAY (for another hour and a half in New York City still at least). Delaney had a hard lesson in what life would be like without Dean and pretty sure it had the opposite effect that Trickster tried to instill in Delaney. If anything, having Dean dead for six months definitely only drove her more to find the cure for Dean and save him. Woops?

JUST FIVE (5) MORE CHAPTERS!