Bonds Tested

Mystery Spot -- End the Loop

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Sam's POV

"What did you do with her?" I ask angrily, pressing the stake tighter into his neck. "Why are you doing this?"

The trickster rolls his eyes. "You're joking, right?" He asks. "You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" I press tighter as he grunts. "She's fine-- matter of fact, she's the last one I wanted to torture. But hey, can't lure her away with nothing."

"You mean all those messages she'd been getting about an emergency with her friends-- that was a distraction?" I ask angrily.

"Duh." The Trickster snorted.

"And Hasselback-- what about him?" Dean butts in.

"That Putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." The Trickster admitted. He gives a childlike laugh. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you?" I ask. "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, Sam." He explains. "Watching your brother die, every day. Seeing the woman you love in agony, day after day... Forever."

"You son of a bitch." I growled.

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

"Oh, yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." I press the stake tighter into his neck.

"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'll wake up, it'll be Wednesday. I swear. I'll even bring Carlotta back. Kid and all." The Trickster chirped.

"You're lying." I accuse. Unbothered by the confused glance from Dean.

"If I am, you know where to find me-- having pancakes at the diner." The Trickster mentioned.

I glanced over at Dean and weighed by options. She'll come back. She always did. "Easier to just kill you." I say.

"Sorry, Kiddo. Can't have that." The Trickster hummed.

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My eyes snap open to the sound of a different song. "What, are you gonna sleep all day?" Dean calls out as I stand up. I glance over at the alarm clock, and my eyes drag over the date before settling on Lottie, who's still asleep on the bed, seemingly unbothered by the music.

"No Asia." I shudder.

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

"It's Wednesday!" I gasp.

"Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday." Dean retorts as if it were obvious. "Turn that thing off, would you?"

"What, are you kidding? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" I ask loudly.

A pillow slaps against my face as Lottie groans. "Sam, shut up-- I'm tired." Lottie shouts.

"How many Tuesday's did you have?" Dean asks irritably.

"I don't know. I lost count." I say breathlessly as I tug on my shirt. "Hey, wait. What do you remember?" I ask quickly.

"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, I remember running into the Trickster. But, no, that's about it. He did say something pretty weird, though." Dean explains.

I just grin. We'd come to that later. "Pack you stuff!" I urge happily. "Let's get the hell out of town-- now!"

"No breakfast?" Dean asks.