Oh Come On!
Dean woke up the next morning, he didn't open his eyes for fear that he would find himself still in the cemetery. He felt around him, feeling the blanket and mattress beneath him. He opened his eyes just as the pillow came swinging at his head, he grinned and caught the pillow, catching Sam by surprise.
"Hit me with that thing and I will throw you out the door." Dean was so happy, he had been given another chance and he would keep his word, Sam would live through the day.
Sam laughed and set the pillow down. "I see the hangover hasn't hit you yet Dean."
How wrong he was, Dean's head was hurting majorly, this was teaching him an important lesson, don't drink so much, unless of course he had plenty of headache medicine. "Wrong little brother, my brain feels like it's about to explode."
"Must not hurt too much, since you are actually awake and coherent...not to mention way too cheery." Sam arched a brow. "It's kind of freaking me out."
"Dude, way too early to be using your big words." Dean was trying to decide how he would keep Sam from dying that day, maybe he should tell Sam what had been happening?
"Alright then, well go get a shower while I research that house, maybe I can find some important information that will help with the hunt."
The hairs on Dean's neck stood up once again when Sam mentioned the hunt, that was one place Sam wasn't going. No diner and no haunted house.
Sam walked out the door, leaving Dean to think. Maybe telling Sam what was going to happen would prevent Sam from taking any unnecessary risks. Dean went to get up and felt dizzy immediately which caused him just to land on the bed once more. Screw the shower, this hangover would be the death of him.
WHAM! The pillow connected with Dean's head, sending him off the bed. "Dammit Sammy!"
Sam laughed as he dropped the pillow where Dean had been laying. "Well, now that you're up, might as well get ready."
"How many times do I have to go through this?"
Sam grinned and picked the pillow back up. "As many times as I have to, until you get the point."
Dean looked at Sam, wishing he hadn't said that, Sam had no idea what he was implying. Suddenly all the sadness that Dean had been through the last two days hit him, watching Sam die not once but twice caused a lump to form in his throat and tears to fill his eyes.
Sam looked at Dean in surprise, dropping the pillow and sitting on the bed in front of Dean. "Dean, what's wrong?"
Dean wiped the tears away and looked at Sam, but instead of seeing Sam now, he saw Sam's face contorted in pain from the bullet, then he saw the lifeless look in Sam's eyes after the fall. He had to stop it from happening again, he wouldn't be able to handle it, not again. "I can't do this again."
Sam's joking nature was gone and instead he showed concern for his brother. He hadn't seen him lose it like this in a long while and out of the blue, something was going on.
Dean sighed. "Sam, ever hear of time loops?" His voice was shaky.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, living the same day over and over again, but I never actually knew anyone who went through them, why do you ask?"
"Because I am going through one now."
Sam laughed until he saw the serious look on Dean's face. "Wait, you are serious aren't you?"
"Why the hell would I joke about something like this?" His voice had lost it's shakiness and had regained it's usual sarcastic edge.
"Ok ok, I get it." Sam got up and grabbed his laptop, he set it on the bed and began typing. Dean got up off the floor and rubbed his backside. "You hitting me with a pillow got really old Sammy."
"Hey, it's better then what you used to do." Dean had to smile, when they had been younger and Dean wanted to wake a deep sleeper like Sam up, he went straight to dumping freezing cold water on his face. Harsh yet effective.
"So what exactly happened the first day Dean?" Sam noticed that Dean seemed disturbed when he asked, but it was needed information if he were to find out why Dean was going through a time loop.
"Well, let's see. You woke me up with a pillow to the face." He glared at Sam when he began to laugh, then he continued. "Got a shower, stayed in too long I guess because you freakin turned the hot water off." That had Sam laughing harder.
Though Dean kept glaring, it was good to hear Sam laugh, a whole lot better then hearing his labored breathing or his screams of pain.
"We went to eat while you did research on that damn house. Then..." Dean's voice caught in his throat. He took a deep breath, how was he to tell his brother that he had watched him die?
Sam stopped laughing and searched Dean's face for any indication of what happened. "What Dean?"
"We were walking back to the car...this guy...there was nothing I could have done." Dean was reliving it in his head, he jumped when Sam put his hand on his shoulder. "What happened?"
Dean looked Sam right in the eyes. "He shot you."
Sam was taken aback. "But I made it right?" The look in Dean's face told Sam otherwise, so that's why Dean had been so upset, he had watched Sam die.
"It all happened so fast, I didn't even have a second to blink. I tried..." Sam was numb from hearing this news, so he was destined to die today, killed not by a spirit or a demon, but a human. How embarrassing.
"Guess I never get to take a shot at the demon."
Dean's eyes widened at the flat tone in his brother's voice and he grabbed his brother's arm. "Don't say that, I have been through this day twice trying to save your ass, don't think I'm going to lose you again." The pain was evident in his voice and eyes. "I haven't given up on you so you sure as hell don't get to give up either. I'll go through a hundred days over if it means I can keep you alive."
"So what happened the second day you went through?" Sam didn't sound as though he really wanted to hear it but he needed to if he was going to avoid another messy death.
"Pretty much the same, but I tried to change it so you didn't get shot."
"Doesn't sound like it was very successful." It was rather depressing hearing about his countless deaths, at least with his visions he never had to tell the person he had seen getting killed about the visions.
"Well, that damn house was a death trap, you got pushed out the second story window." Dean tried his hardest to keep his mind from going back to that moment, he would break down if he thought of how Sam had died protecting Dean.
Sam went back to typing on his computer, trying to let it all sink in. He stopped when he got on on site, the blood draining for his face. "Well Dean, I hate to say this but it sounds like Death has it out for me."
"Don't say that, death ain't final, I proved that already."
"No, I mean it Dean, look." He showed Dean the computer screen. Dean read the computer screen, all he could say was. "Shit."