Summary
Dean is shot and killed while investigating the disappearance of a man with Sam, who is stunned when he wakes up the next morning to find his brother alive and well. Then he realizes he is reliving the previous day and tries to prevent Dean's death.
Recap
Sam wakes up. “Heat of the Moment” by Asia is blasting on the radio. Sam sits up and sees Dean, sitting on the next bed and tying up his boots. “Rise and shine, Sammy!” he says. “Asia?” Sam asks. “Yeah, come on. You love this song, you know it,” Dean says. “Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I’m gonna kill myself,” Sam replies. Dean turns up the music. “What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” he says. Sam laughs as Dean sings along with the song, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. As the boys brush their teeth, Dean gargles the water for a very long time, making Sam look at him oddly. A little while later, Dean is searching for something in the motel room. “Whenever you’re ready, Dean,” Sam says, slightly irritably. “This yours?” Dean says, holding up a black bra. Sam gives him a look, and he drops it, then picks up his gun. “Bingo,” he says, then follows Sam out the door. “I’m ready for some breakfast,” he says.
As Dean and Sam walk in, the restaurant owner is handing an old man his keys. “Drive safe now, Mr. Pickett,” he says. “Yeah, yeah,” the old man says as he leaves. Meanwhile a waitress is telling a young man named Cal that he can’t stay unless he orders something, and he orders coffee. Dean and Sam sit down. “Hey!” says Dean, looking at the specials menu. “Tuesday! Pig n’a Poke.” “Do you even know what that is?” Sam asks him, and Dean looks confused. The waitress comes over and asks them if they’re ready to order. “Yes. I’ll have the special, side of bacon, and a coffee,” Dean says. “Make that two coffees, and a short stack,” Sam orders. The waitress leaves. “I’m telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela,” Dean says. “Okay, yeah, let’s get right on that. Where is she again?” Sam says sarcastically. “Shut up,” Dean replies. “Believe me, I wanna find her as bad as you do. But in the meantime, we have this,” Sam says, pulling some papers out of his pocket. “Alright, so this professor…” Dean begins, looking at the paper. “Dexter Hasselback. He was passing through town last week when he vanished,” Sam says. “Last known location?” Dean asks. “His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Brower County Mystery Spot,” Sam tells him. Dean looks at the brochure. “Where the laws of physics have no meaning?” He reads. Sam shrugs. The waitress comes back. “Two coffees…” she says, putting them down. “And some hot sauce for the…” but before she can finish, the hot sauce falls off the tray and smashes on the ground. “Whoops! Crap,” she says. “Sorry. Clean up!”
The boys are walking outside, and there’s a dog tied to a pole. It barks as they walk by. “Sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?” Dean asks, taking the paper from Sam. “I mean, you know, balls rolling up hill, furniture nailed to the ceiling? The only danger is to your wallet.” “Look, I’m just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and just swallow people,” Sam says. “The Bermuda Triangle. The Organ Vortex.” “Broward County Mystery Spot?” Dean says incredulously. “Sometimes these places are legit!” Sam argues. “Alright well if it is legit, and that’s a big ass if, what’s the lore?” Dean asks. Just then a girl walks by him and bumps into him, saying “Excuse me,” and keeps walking. He looks back at her. “The lore’s pretty freakin nuts, actually,” Sam begins. “They say in these places the magnetic fields are so strong, they can bend space time, sending victims… who knows where.” “Sounds a little X-Files to me,” Dean replies. The boys pass two men trying to fit a big desk through a door. “I told you it wouldn’t fit!” one of them is complaining. “Look, I’m not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if it really is something,” Sam says. “Alright alright, we’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look,” Dean agrees.
Sam and Dean walk into a room that is painted with a black and green swirl, and head into a bigger room. Dean sees that there is furniture on the ceiling. “Wow,” he says, “uncanny.” Sam is going over everything with the EMF meter, while Dean shines his flashlight around. “Find anything?” he asks Sam. “No,” Sam replies. “Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean asks. “Uh. Yeah,” Sam says, not very confidently, then “No.” Suddenly, “What the hell are you doing here?” says a voice, and they spin around to see man holding a gun. “Whoa whoa whoa,” Dean says quickly. “We can explain.” “You robbing me?” the man says loudly. “Nobody’s robbing you, calm down,” Sam says desperately. “Don’t move!” the guy yells at Dean. “I’m just putting the gun down,” Dean says, and suddenly the man shoots him. “Dean!” Sam yells, running forward. He lifts Dean up a little, then yells at the man to go call 911. “I didn’t mean to…” the guy is saying. “NOW!” Sam yells, and the man leaves. Sam is desperately saying Dean’s name, but Dean dies in his arms.
Sam wakes up to “Heat of the Moment”. He stares next to him in shock as he sees Dean, tying up his boots. “Rise and shine, Sammy! Asia,” he says, grinning at Sam. “Dean,” Sam says. “Oh come on. You love this song and you know it,” Dean says, reaching over to turn it up. Dean gurgles water in the bathroom as they get ready, and Sam stares at him. “What?” Dean asks. “I dunno,” Sam says, staring around in a confused way. “You alright?” Dean asks. “No, I think I… man, I had a weird dream,” Sam says. “Yeah? Clowns or midgets?” Dean asks innocently, turning to look at Sam.
Dean and Sam walk into the restaurant as the owner is giving Mr. Pickett his keys. They see the waitress telling Cal to order something, and he orders coffee. “Hey! Tuesday. Pig n’a Poke,” Dean says, grinning as they sit down. Sam stares. “Tuesday?” he says. “Yeah,” Dean says. The waitress comes over and asks them if they’re ready. “Yeah. I’ll have the special, side of bacon, and coffee,” Dean orders. “Uh… nothing for me,” Sam says. “Let me know if you change your mind,” she says, leaving. “Man, I’m telling you this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela,” Dean says. Sam doesn’t answer. Dean snaps his fingers in Sam’s face. “Hey, you with me?” “What?” Sam says. “You sure you feel okay?” Dean asks, looking at him weird. “You don’t remember any of this?” Sam asks. “Remember what?” Dean asks. “This. Today, like it’s… happened before?” Sam says. “You mean like déjà vu?” Dean says. “No, like it’s really happened before,” Sam replies. “Yeah, like déjà vu,” Dean says. “No, forget about déjà vu! I mean it feels like we’re living yesterday all over again,” Sam tries to explain. Dean stares at him, confused. “Okay how is that not…” “Don’t say it! Just don’t…” Sam says irritably, as the waitress arrives. “Coffee, black…” she says, putting it down. This time, as the hot sauce drops, Sam catches it. “Nice reflexes,” Dean says. Sam doesn’t know what to say.
Outside, the dog barks as the boys walk by. “Sam, I’m sorry, but I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Dean says. “Okay look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?” Sam asks. “But today is Tuesday too!” “Yeah, okay you’re totally balanced,” Dean says sarcastically. “So you don’t believe me?” Sam gapes at Dean. Just then the girl bumps into Dean, saying “Excuse me.” Dean looks back at her. “Look I’m just saying it’s crazy. Even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey maybe it was another one of you psychic premonitions,” Dean suggests. “No no, way too vivid,” Sam says. “Okay look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then…” “And then what?” Dean asks. “And then I woke up,” Sam finishes. He sees the two men trying to push the desk through the door. “Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it…” Sam begins. “Maybe what?” Dean asks. “We gotta check that place out,” Sam says firmly. “Look, just go with me on this, alright?” he says when Dean stares at him. “Alright alright, we’ll go tonight after it closes and get ourselves a nice long look,” Dean suggests. “Wait what? No!” Sam says. “Why not?” Dean asks. “Let’s go now! Business hours, nice and crowded,” Sam says. Dean stares at him. “My God you’re a freak.” “Dean!” Sam argues. “Okay! Whatever, we’ll go now,” Dean says, and turns to walk away. He walks a little ahead of Sam, and suddenly a car hits him. “Dean!” Sam runs over. The car stops, and Mr. Pickett from the restaurant looks out the window. Sam lifts Dean up, frantically saying his name, but Dean dies in his arms.
Sam wakes up to “Heat of the Moment”. “Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean grins at him. Sam watches as Dean gargles his water, from the doorway.
“Hey, Tuesday! Pig n’ a poke,” Dean says cheerfully. “Okay, Dean, will you listen to me? Cause I’m flipping out,” Sam says. The waitress comes over and asks them if they’re ready. “He’ll take the special, side of bacon, coffee;black, nothing for me, thanks,” Sam says quickly. “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that,” Dean teases. “Quit screwing around, Dean!” Sam says irritably. “Okay,” Dean says. “Okay, I’m listening. So wait, you think you’re in some sort of… what?” “Time loop,” Sam tells him. “Like Groundhog Day,” Dean says. “Yes, exactly! Like Groundhog Day,” Sam says. “Uh huh,” Dean says. “So you don’t believe me!” Sam says angrily. Dean laughs. “It’s just a little crazy, you know, even for us crazy… like…” “Dingo ate my baby crazy?” Sam says. “How did you know I was gonna say that?” Dean gapes. “Because you said it before, Dean, that’s my whole point,” Sam says desperately. The waitress comes, and once again Sam catches the hot sauce before it can fall. “Nice reflexes,” Dean says. “No. I knew it was gonna happen,” Sam says. “Okay look. I’m sure there’s some sort of explanation,” Dean begins. “You’re just gonna have to go with me on this, Dean, you owe me that much!” Sam says angrily. “Calm down,” Dean says. “Don’t tell me to calm down, I can’t calm down! I can’t! Because…” Sam says. “Because what?” Dean asks. “Because you die today, Dean,” Sam says finally. “I’m not gonna die! Not today,” Dean says. “Twice now, I’ve watched you die,” Sam puts in. “And I won’t do it again. I can’t. You’re just gonna have to believe me. Please.” Dean looks at him for a moment. “Alright. I still think you’re nuts... but, whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”
The boys see the dog barking, then the girl bumps into Dean. They see the men trying to fit the desk through the door. “And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it,” Dean asks. Sam says yes, and Dean replies that it all seems a little too X-Files to him. “Well I don’t know how else to explain it, Dean!” Sam says irritably. “Alright! Alright. We’ll go tonight after it closes, get ourselves a nice long look,” Dean suggests. “No no, we can’t,” Sam says. “Why not?” Dean asks. “Because you… you…” “I what? I die there?” Dean asks. “Blown away, actually,” Sam says quietly. “Huh. Alright, let’s go now,” Dean says, turning to walk out into the road. Sam quickly grabs his arm and pulls him back, just as the car drives by. “Whoa!” Dean says, then looks at Sam. “Wait, did he…?” “Yeah, yesterday,” Sam replies. “And?” Dean says. “And what?” Sam says. “Did it look cool, like in the movies?” Dean asks, smiling. Sam looks disgusted. “You peed yourself.” Dean looks upset. “Of course I peed myself. A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!”
“Boys, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” the same man that shot Dean is saying. “We can use all the good ink we can get!” Sam asks how long he’s owned the place, and he replies “My family’s been guarding the secrets here since you don’t want to know when,” he says, smiling. “So you’d know if anything strange happened,” Sam asks. “Strange? Strange happens here all the time,” the guy says, grinning. “It’s a mystery spot.” “What exactly does that mean?” Sam asks. “Well… uh, it’s where the laws of physics, have no meaning,” he replies. “Like how?” Sam says, loudly. “Take the tour!” the guy says. “Guy went missing, Dexter Hasselback. He take the tour?” Dean cuts in. “Uh, hang on a minute. What kind of article is this?” the guy asks. “Just answer the question,” Sam says tightly. “The police scoured ever inch of this place, they couldn’t find him, I’ve never seen him before,” the owner replies. “Listen to me. There’s something weird going on here. Do you know anything about it, or not?” Sam says dangerously. “Okay. Guys, give me a break,” the man says, and tells them that he bought the place from an auction last month. Dean says they should get some air, and they leave.
“Well I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. It’s full of crap,” Dean says as the boys walk. “Well then what is it, Dean? What the hell is happening to us?” Sam asks desperately. “Okay, let me just…” Dean says, stopping. “Okay, so every day I die, right?” “Yeah.” “And that’s when you wake up again, right?” “Yeah.” “Well then let’s just make sure I don’t die. I make it tomorrow, maybe the loop stops, and we can figure all this out,” Dean suggests. “You think?” Sam says. “It’s worth a shot. I say we grab some take-out, head back to the motel, and lay low till midnight,” Dean says. Sam nods, and Dean nods too. “Okay. Who wants Chinese?” He starts to walk, and suddenly the desk that the men have been trying to get into the top window falls, crushing him. Sam stares.
Sam wakes up to “Heat of the Moment”. “Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean grins.
At the restaurant, “I still think you’re nuts, but whatever this is, we’ll figure it out,” Dean is saying to Sam. “Thanks,” Sam says. “Okay. So if you’re stuck in Groundhog Day, then why? What’s behind it?” Dean asks. “Well at first I thought it was the Mystery Spot, but now I’m not so sure,” Sam tells him. “What do we do?” Dean asks. “Well, keep you breathing, try to make it to tomorrow. That’s the only thing I can think of,” Sam says. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” Dean says. “Yeah, right. Dean I’ve watched you die a few times, and I can never seem to stop it,” Sam replies. “Well, nothing’s set in stone,” Dean says. He then decides to order sausage instead of bacon with his breakfast, telling Sam it’s a different day already, and tells Sam he’s not gonna die. He takes a bite of his sausage, and then suddenly begins to choke. “Dean?” Sam says.
Sam wakes up in the motel to “Heat of the Moment”.
In the shower, Dean calls “We can’t even go out for breakfast?” “You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday!” Sam calls back tensely. “Whatever that means,” Dean says. Sam looks out the window just as he hears Dean yell and a thud from the bathroom.
He wakes up to “Heat of the Moment”.
“These tacos taste funny to you?” Dean asks as the two boys eat.
Sam wakes up.
Dean electrocutes himself plugging in the shaver.
Sam wakes up.
Sam is trashing the building, while the owner is tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. “Everybody’s fine. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, okay?” Dean tells him. “Sammy, maybe you should drop the axe and let this guy go, whaddya say?” “Something’s gotta be going on here,” Sam says, “and I intend to find out what.” Sam continues to destroy the building. “Sammy, time to give it a rest,” Dean says, walking over. They struggle with the axe for a bit together, arguing, before suddenly blood splatters all over the owner and Sam says,”Dean?”
Sam wakes up.
Sam and Dean walk into the restaurant, and Sam takes the keys from Mr. Pickett on the way by. “Hey, Tuesday! Pig n’ a poke,” Dean says cheerfully. Sam puts the keys on the table. “What’re those?” Dean asks. “The old man’s. Trust me, you don’t want him behind the wheel,” Sam says. The waitress comes over, and Dean orders the same thing as always. “Hey Doris? What I’d like is for you to log in more hours at the archery range. You’re a terrible shot,” Sam says. “How did you know that?” she asks. “Lucky guess,” Sam replies immediately. “So you think you’re caught in some kind of what?” Dean asks. “Time loop,” Sam says flatly. “Like Groundhog Day,” Dean says. “Doesn’t matter, there’s no way to stop it,” Sam says. “Jeez, aren’t you grumpy,” Dean says, smiling. “Yeah I am. You wanna know why?” Sam asks. “Why?” Dean asks. “Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I’ve been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, I’m a little grumpy.” Dean stares at him. “Hot sauce,” Sam says. “What?” Dean asks, just as the waitress walks up and puts down his coffee. Sam catches the hot sauce as usual. “Nice reflexes,” Dean says. “I knew it was gonna happen, Dean. I know everything that’s going to happen.” “You don’t know everything,” Dean says. “Yeah I do,” Sam says. “Yeah right,” says Dean, but Sam says it along with him. “Nice guess,” he says with him as well. “It wasn’t a guess,” he says by himself, and then continues to say everything along with Dean as he says, “Right, you’re a mind reader. Cut that out Sam. Sam! 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 near the bed and every morning when he wakes up – okay enough!” Both boys sit back, Dean staring at Sam in shock. “That’s not all,” Sam says. “Randy the cashier? He’s skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit. Over there? That’s Cal. He’s gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home.” “What’s your point?” Dean asks. “My point is I’ve lived through every possible Tuesday. I’ve watched you die every possible way. I’ve ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burned it down, done everything I can think of to save your life and I can’t,” Sam says. “No matter what I do, you die. And then I wake up. And it’s Tuesday again.”
The boys are walking again. “There’s gotta be some way out of this,” Dean says. “Where’s my dang keys,” Sam says, just as they pass Mr. Pickett saying the same thing. “Excuse me,” Sam says, as the girl bumps into Dean and says the same thing. “She’s kinda cute,” Dean says. “Hey. All the times we’ve walked down this street, I ever do this?” He turns and walks back. “No,” Sam says, as Dean takes one of the papers that the girl is holding, and then comes back. “A hundred Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?” he asks. “It’s the guy who went missing,” he says, holding up a MISSING picture of Dexter Hasselback. “That’s his daughter back there.” “Ma’am?” Sam says, running after her. Dean looks at the dog, which is still barking. He goes forward to pat it, and then yells.
Sam wakes up.
“So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor. But that’s not all he his,” Sam says, working on his laptop as Dean eats. Sam tells him that Dexter is also a journalist, writing about tourist attractions like mystery spots, UFO crash sites, and so on. “He gets his kicks debunking. He’s already put four of these places out of business.” He shows Dean the website. “Dexter Hasselback. Truth Warrior? More like Pompous schmuck if you ask me,” Dean says. “Guy must’ve weighed a ton, he was so full of himself,” Sam says. “When’d you have time to do all this research?” Dean asks. Sam looks at him. “Come on,” he stands up, then suddenly stops, looking at the plate of the man who just left. “What?” Dean asks, coming back. “Guy has maple syrup for 100 Tuesdays and suddenly he has strawberry?” Sam says. “It’s a free country,” Dean says. “Man can’t choose his own syrup, what have we become?” “No, not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me,” Sam says.
Sam wakes up.
“So you think you’re caught in some kind of what, again?” Dean asks, as Sam watches the man. “Eat your breakfast,” Sam snaps. Sam waits until the man leaves, then goes after him. “What’s in the bag?” Dean calls after Sam, who is carrying something.
Sam pins the man against a fence. “I know who you are! Or should I say, what,” he says, putting a stake to the man’s neck. The man pleads to be let go, but Sam says “It took me a while but I finally figured it out. It’s your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks and giving them their just desserts? Your kind loves that, don’t they?” “Yeah, sure, okay, just put the stake down!” the man pleads. “Sam, maybe…” Dean says, but “NO!” Sam yells. He says there’s only one thing powerful enough to stick someone in a time loop. “You’d have to be a god,” Sam goes on. “You’d have to be a trickster.” The man starts telling him that he’s got a family, but Sam yells “Don’t lie to me! I know what you are! We’ve killed one of your kind before!” Suddenly, the man changes – into the trickster that they met before. “Actually Bucko? You didn’t.” “Why are you doing this?” Sam asks. “You’re joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?” the trickster replies. “And Hasselback, what about him?” Dean asks. The trickster replies that Dexter didn’t believe in wormholes, so he dropped him in one. “And 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?” Sam says angrily. “One? Yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean,” the trickster says. “This joke’s on you, Sam. Watching your brother die? Every day? Forever?” “You son of a bitch,” Sam says furiously. “How long will it take you to realize? You can’t save your brother. No matter what,” it goes on. “Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now,” Sam says, pushing the stake against it’s neck. “Whoa, okay. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomrrow, you wake up, it’ll be Wednesday. I swear.” “You’re lying,” Sam says. “If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner,” the trickster says. Sam thinks about it, then says “Easier to just kill you.” “Sorry kiddo. Can’t have that,” the trickster says, snapping his fingers.
Sam wakes up, but this time to Huey Lewis and the News. Dean is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “What, you gonna sleep all day?” “No Asia!” Sam says. “Yeah I know. This station sucks,” Dean replies. Sam looks at the clock and sees that it’s Wednesday. “It’s Wednesday!” he says. “Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday,” Dean answers. “Turn that thing off, would you?” “What are you kidding? This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?” Sam grins. “No. Jeez, how many Tuesdays did you have?” Dean asks. “I dunno. I lost count,” Sam replies. “Wait, what do you remember?” Dean says he remembers that Sam was pretty whacked out, and then running into the trickster, but that’s it. Sam tells him to pack his stuff, they’re getting the hell out of town. “No breakfast?” Dean says. “No breakfast,” Sam replies.
Dean is packing the car. “Are you sure we should just let the trickster go?” he asks, hearing someone walk up behind him. He turns to see Cal, from the diner, with a gun on him. “Gimme your wallet,” he says. “Whoa whoa whoa buddy, just relax,” Dean says. “I am relaxed!” Cal says. Dean says that nobody wants this to end the wrong way, so let’s talk about it a sec.
Sam is in the motel, still packing, when he hears a gunshot. He runs outside, Dean is on the ground, dead. “No no, come on, not today. This isn’t supposed to happen today,” Sam says desperately. He closes his eyes, and waits to wake up, but nothing happens. “I’m supposed to wake up,” he whispers.
Sam is driving the Impala, we hear Bobby on his answering machine, telling him he did a nice job on the demon thing. He asks Sam to call him. Sam is apparently hunting by himself now. We see him taking a bullet out of his side with tweezers by himself, eating alone, and Boby calling him again. Bobby says they can find the trickster together. Later, brushing his teeth in the bathroom, Sam gets another call from Bobby, saying he’s found the trickster.
Bobby is sitting on the ground, with candles and a book. Sam walks in. “It’s good to see you, boy,” Bobby says, hugging him. Sam doesn’t hug him back. “What are we doing here, Bobby?” Sam asks. Bobby says it’s the last place the trickster worked his magic, and he found the summoning ritual to bring the trickster to them. “What do we need?” Sam asks. “Blood,” Bobby tells him. “How much?” Sam asks. “About a gallon. Ritual says it’s gotta be fresh, too,” Bobby replies. “Meaning we have to bleed a person dry,” Sam says. “And it’s gotta be tonight,” Bobby adds. “Or not for another fifty years.” “Then let’s go get some,” Sam says, turning away. Bobby doesn’t move. “You break my heart, kid,” he says. “I’m not going to let you murder an innocent man.” “Then why did you bring me here?” Sam asks. “Why? Cause it’s the only way you’d see me,” Bobby replies. “Cause I wanted to knock some sense into you. Cause I thought you’d back down from killing a man!” “Well you thought wrong,” Sam says dangerously. “Leave the stuff, I’ll do it myself.” “I told you, I’m not gonna let you kill an innocent…” Bobby begins. “It’s none of your damn business what I do!” Sam yells. “You want your brother back so bad,” Bobby says, picking up a knife. “Fine.” “What’re you talking about?” Sam asks. “Better me than a civilian,” Bobby replies, giving Sam the knife. He says that he’s an old man, nearing the end of his trail, but Sam’s young, and can keep going, keep saving people. He tells Sam that he’s the closest thing he’s ever had to family, and he can give Dean back to him. He says he wants to do this. “Okay,” says Sam. Bobby turns around, facing away. Sam takes out a stake, instead of the knife. “Make it quick,” says Bobby. “Do it, son.” “Yeah okay, Bobby,” says Sam. “But you wanna know why? Because you’re not Bobby.” He stabs Bobby in the back with the stake, then watches the body. “Bobby?” he says. Nothing happens. Sam starts to panic, but then the body disappears, and the trickster appears. “You’re right. I was just screwin with ya. Pretty good though, Sam! Smart. Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Whoa, full metal jacket.” “Bring him back,” Sam says. “Who? Dean?” the trickster says. He then tells Sam that Dean is dead, and his soul is downstairs as they speak. Sam asks him to just take them back to that Wednesday when it all started, and the trickster says that he doesn’t think he should. “There’s a lesson here,” he says. “This obsession with saving Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood, and pain. Dean’s your weakness. Bad guys know it, too. It’s gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes, you just gotta let people go.” “He’s my brother,” Sam says. “Yup. And like it or not, this is what life’s gonna be like without him,” The trickster says. “Please. Just… please,” Sam pleads. “I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall,” the trickster says. “Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You’re Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal. I’m over it,” he says. “Meaning what?” Sam asks. “Meaning that’s for me to know, and you to find out,” the trickster replies, snapping his fingers.
Sam wakes up to Huey Lewis and the News. “What’re you gonna do, sleep all day?” Dean says, brushing his teeth at the sink. “I know, no Asia. This station sucks.” “It’s Wednesday,” Sam says in shock, looking at the clock. “Yeah. Which usually follows Tuesday,” Dean says. “Turn that thing off.” Sam gets out of bed and hugs Dean. “Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?” Dean asks. “Enough,” Sam says. “Wait, what do you remember?” “I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday. And I remember catching up with the trickster. That’s about it,” Dean replies. “Let’s go,” Sam says. “No breakfast?” Dean asks. “No breakfast,” Sam says, smiling a little. “I’ll pack the car,” Dean offers. Sam tells him he’s not going anywhere without him. “It’s the parking lot, Sam,” Dean replies. “Just trust me,” Sam answers.
The boys are packing. Dean opens the door. “Hey, you don’t look so good. Something else happen?” he asks Sam, who is standing still. “I just had a really weird dream,” Sam replies. Dean nods. “Clowns or midgets?” Sam looks up at Dean, who smiles brightly at him. Sam smiles weakly back, and they leave the motel.
Featured Supernatural Being
Featured Music
"Heat of the Moment" by Asia
"Back in Time" by Huey Lewis and the News
Continuity
Dean mentions that the idea of the time warp is "'dingo ate my baby' crazy", a reference to the disappearance of a nine-week-old Australian baby girl named Azaria Chamberlain. Her body was never found and her parents insisted that she was taken during a family camping trip from the tent by a dingo.
Quotes
Sam and Dean: (in unison) "Yeah right. Nice guess. It wasn't guess. Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out Sam. Sam! You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make-up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchesters keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up ... OK, enough!"
External links
- "Supernatural: "Mystery Spot" Review", IGN review.