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❝ heat of the moment .ᐟ ❞

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — you and the winchesters investigate the mystery spot after a man goes missing. ۶ৎ

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — follows 3x11 . est. relationship with sam . timeloop!! . uhhh death :) . reader & dean being silly!! . sam calls you baby as a permanent 'name' . timeskip . ۶ৎ

heat of the moment

sam jolted awake due to the blaring sound of heat of the moment by asia coming from the radio alarm clock next to his head.

"rise and shine, sammy!" dean grinned as he tied his shoe on the bed next to his brother's. sam then sat up and turned to him, "dude. asia?" he furrowed his brows with a slight smile. "come on, you love this song and you know it." dean replied.

"yeah, and if i ever hear it again, i'm gonna kill myself." sam gruffed out before dean increased the volume on the radio. "what? sorry. can't hear you." dean yelled over the music before pointing at sam and mouthing the lyrics.

the heat of the moment

the heat of the moment showed in your eyes

dean bopped his head along to the song before getting up and making his way past you and into the bathroom, sam laughing at him.

"oh, good, you're awake!" you chirped up, smoothing out sam's your flannel as you walked out of the bathroom, "what d'you think? too autumn?" you spread your arms out and twirled, waiting for an answer from your boyfriend.

sam smiled at you, his dimples indenting his cheeks. "you look cute, baby. and no, not 'too autumn'. whatever that means." he whispered the last part quietly and in confusion.

you hummed with a skeptical nod and squinted eyes. "okayyyyy," you dragged out as you made your way over to him. "good morning." you greeted properly. "good morning, baby." he beamed back before leaning up to kiss you, being stopped by the palm of your hand. "after you brush your teeth." you giggled as he huffed and slumped his shoulders.

sam was now dressed and standing next to dean in the bathroom, putting toothpaste on his toothbrush and staring at the messy tube. he tore his eyes from the mess and looked to his right as dean gargled water in his mouth, looking at sam and smiling, knowing the sound was annoying him.

you walked into the bathroom and smacked the back of dean's head. the impact caused the older winchester's head to launch forward, luckily spitting the water into the sink.

"what the hell?" he grabbed a towel to wipe off his face and neck as you squeezed in-between him and sam. "you're being disgusting," you opened your tube of lip gloss, gliding the wand on your lips. "and i needed the mirror."

dean rolled his eyes and exited the bathroom while sam laughed, beginning to brush his teeth.

eventually, everyone was ready to go...except dean. he was rummaging around the motel room while you walked in circles right outside the door, with sam leaning against it.

"whenever you're ready, dean." sam sassed. dean lifted up a random black bra from his pile of stuff on the bed, turning to sam, "this yours?"

sam just spread out his arms with an exasperated, 'are you serious right now?' expression. dean then leaned over to look behind his brother at you, "ma'am?"

you stopped spinning to look at him, giving him a disgusted stare. he raised his brows and tilted his head, pursing his lips as if saying 'is it?'. it was sam's turn to give a nasty look, scoffing as he did so. all you did in response was shake your head and roll your eyes, walking away from the situation entirely to go downstairs.

"ha!" dean exclaimed. he put the mystery bra back down and finally found what he was looking for, "bingo." he began to put his gun in the waistband of his pants. "now who's ready for breakfast?" he said as he made his way past sam and out the door, following you downstairs to the car.

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the bell attached to the door of the diner jingled, the three of you walking in. "drive safely, mr. pickett." the man at the register said, handing an old man his keys. "yeah, yeah." the elder replied, making his way out of the diner.

"can't stay unless you order something, cal. you know the rules." a waitress said to the man sitting at the counter in front of her. he slid over some coins, "some coffee."

dean sat on one side of the booth with a sigh, examining the menu above the counter. you slid into the other side of the booth, sam sitting next to you and laying his arm on the back of the seat, absentmindedly rubbing small circles into your shoulder.

"hey. tuesday. pig 'n a poke." dean pointed at the special and smiled at the two in front of him. "do you even know what that is?" you deadpanned. his smile faltered before he turned away to look at the waitress. "you three ready?" she asked, pen and notebook in hand.

"yes. i'll have the special, a side of bacon, and a coffee." dean ordered. "make it two coffees and a short stack." sam said before everyone looked at you. "hmm," you hummed, still scouring the menu. "another coffee, but with some sugar packets, and some strawberry pancakes, please." you smiled. the waitress reciprocated the grin with a dot of her pen, "you got it."

dean sighed as she walked away, turning to 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?" sam sarcastically questioned, being met with a quick "shut up." from dean.

"believe me, i want to find her as bad as you do," sam pulled some papers out of his jacket and set them on the table, "in the meantime, we have this."

you quickly grabbed the newspaper clipping and began to go over it. "alright, so this professor..." dean drifted, waiting for his name. "dexter hasselback. he was passing through town last week when he vanished." you answered.

"last known location?" dean asked, now squinting at the clipping as you had passed it to him. "his daughter says he was on his way to visit the broward county mystery spot." sam spoke this time.

dean then grabbed a pamphlet for the attraction, flipping it over and reading the back. "where the laws of physics have no meaning!"?" he made a face, you and sam doing the same back at him.

the waitress came up with your drinks, setting them down in front of each of you. "three coffees—black, some sugar, and some hot sauce for the-" she gasped as the hot sauce bottle fell from her tray, breaking on the floor.

"whoops! crap. sorry." she gave an apologetic smile to dean, him giving a reassuring one back. "clean up!" she called. dean did a slight tilt of his head to you and sam as he took a sip of his coffee, while you began to dump sugar into yours.

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the three of you were now walking down a sidewalk after eating a mediocre breakfast, a dog barking as you passed by.

sam was reading the inside of the mystery spot pamphlet while you walked beside him, dean on your other side. "sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?" the elder snatched the pamphlet from him. "i mean, y'know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. the only danger's to your wallet." he chuckled, closing the paper.

"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." sam started. "broward county mystery spot?" you glanced up at your boyfriend with a raised brow. "well, sometimes these places are legit." he excused.

"alright, so if this is legit—and that's a big-ass 'if'—what's the lore?" dean asked. "well, the-" sam began until dean was bumped into a woman, her saying a small "excuse me." from the encounter. "the lore's pretty freaking nuts, actually." sam continued, but you and dean were half listening.

dean had looked back at the woman, checking her out until you smacked his arm, making him turn forward again. "sounds a little 'x-files' to me." dean sighed. "i told you it wouldn't fit!" a man said. "what to do want, a pulitzer?" another man replied, the two of them struggling to fit a giant desk through a door.

"alright, look, i'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." your boyfriend concluded. "alright, alright. we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look." his brother, reluctantly, agreed.

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sam unlocked and opened the door to the building. the three of you held up your flashlights as you stepped into the spiral painted hallway. "glow in the dark. nice." you giggled quietly as you led the boys further into the building.

sam continued walking with the emf meter while you stopped, slowly gliding your flashlight up to the ceiling. you slapped dean's arm, a hug grin on your face as he stopped next to you and looked up to see a table nailed to the ceiling. "wow. uncanny." he grumbled while you stifled a laugh.

the two of you followed after sam as he scanned over all of the fake things in the second room. "find anything?" you asked. "no." sam answered, pushing his emf meter further against a chair. "do you have any idea what you're looking for?" dean sassed, cleary not wanting to be here.

"uh...yeah." sam turned to the two of you, seeing your unpleased faces, "no." he said honestly, you and dean shaking your heads. sam began to check out a knight's armor while you and dean wandered around aimlessly, flashlights in one hand and your guns in the other. safety precautions, it's important.

"what the hell are you doing here?" a man's voice asked, his shotgun cocking alongside yours and dean's as you both turned around—the two of you aiming at him while he aimed back at you.

"woah, woah, woah. we can explain." dean spoke, both you and him lowering your guns. sam simply held his hands up while the owner of the place moved over to aim his gun at him, "you robbing me?"

"look, nobody's robbing you. calm down." sam said as he stared down the barrel of the gun. you and dean nodded before going to set your guns on the floor. "don't move. don't move!" the man shouted, turning to the two of you. "we're just putting our guns down." you clarified.

then two shots broke out—sending you and dean backwards onto the floor.

"dean! baby!" sam shouted. his eyes filled with panic as he frantically ran down to you both. he grabbed you and dean, holding you two as he sat on his knees between your bodies, "hey, hey." he turned to the man, "call 911." his voice shook, tears brimming his eyes.

you and dean were fighting against it; the pain, the blurry vision, the immediate and rapid blood loss. your faces were twitching in pain, brows furrowed and teeth clenched as you grunted. your shaky hands grabbed onto each other, squeezing as if telling one another that it's going to be okay, that you're both gonna make it out just fine.

"i-i didn't mean-" the spooked owner tried to make out his sentence before sam cut him off. "NOW!" he shouted. the man put his gun down and ran off to wherever a phone was.

sam's attention turned back onto you and his brother, the sounds of nearly synchronized choking bringing him back. he pressed down on the matching bullet wounds in your chests, repeatedly saying 'no' and hushed 'hey's'.

"not like this." he whispered as you both reached out for him with your free hands, weakly touching his arms before your hands fell down. your connected ones soon unlatched as you both stared at him, your gazes drifting to each other then back to him.

sam was fully panicking. you and dean were his lifelines. you two can't die. not here, not now.

but you and dean avoided his eye contact, staring at the damned furniture on the ceiling as you both let go, your eyes fluttering closed as if sealing the deal and meeting your fate.

"dean? baby?" sam cradled you both as tears flowed down his face, holding your lifeless bodies as if keeping you close would bring you both back.

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sam got you to sit next to dean, same spot you were in every other tuesday he lived in, just a different side of the booth. and you complained about not getting to sit next to your boyfriend and being forced next to his 'stinky brother'.

"hey. tuesday. pig 'n a poke." dean pointed at the special and smiled at sam before turning to you. "do you even know what that is?" you deadpanned, arms crossed over your chest as a pout sat on your lips. dean's smile faltered before sam set down a pair of keys, that belonged to the old man that you passed, on the table, a grumpy look on his face.

after another conversation where sam explained the keys and that he's stuck in a time loop—dean calling it groundhog day and you calling sam grumpy—and sam saying the loop never stops—he finally says, "hot sauce."

"what?" you and dean share a confused look towards sam before the waitress comes back with your coffees, sam catching the fallen hot sauce bottle and putting it on the table. the waitress left after thanking him, leaving an impressed yet slightly spooked pair ahead of him.

"nice reflexes." dean complimented. "yeah, you're like spiderman, sammy." you added on. "i knew it was gonna happen. i know everything that's gonna happen." sam said, irritated that he had to hear those lines from you both again.

"you don't know everything." dean smirked. "yeah. i do." sam squinted his eyes at his older brother while you watched.

"yeah, right. nice guess." the two said in unison, both your eyes and dean's going wide. "it wasn't a guess." sam spoke. "right, you're a mind reader." the two said at the same time again, nodding in the exact same way. "cut it out, sam." your boyfriend matched your exact tone, catching you off guard. "sam!" he copied you again, down to the scoff after it registered in your head.

all three of you leaned in, you and dean stating at sam as his gaze bounced between both of you. "you think you're being funny, but you're being really, really childish." all three of you spoke quickly.

sam scoffed once more when you did and mimicked the way you fell backwards against the seat with a huff. he leaned forward again to copy dean once more. "sam winchester wears makeup." dean looked around before they both whispered the next line.

"sam winchester cries his way through sex." sam's eyes turned to yours as you sat up, "no, he doesnt!" you both hushed and gasped after you gave up again. sam turned back to dean, leaning even closer. "sam winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning, when he wakes up- okay, enough!" they exclaimed, leaning back as dean waved his hand and laid his arm on the top of the seat.

"that's not all." sam began to list every action that everyone in the diner will do later that day, explaining that he's been through every possible tuesday. he includes how he's seen the both of you die and taking down the mystery spot in all possible ways. and that no matter what he does—you two always end up dead. and he wakes up. and it's tuesday again.

𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴 — HAPPY APRIL FOOLS I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE THIS EPISODE LMAOO. also this was gonna be so much longer and yk go through the whole episode but i got tired and quit after i wrote the second diner scene sorry :(( ۶ৎ

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