HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifty four.

"Heat of the moment." The radio blasted loudly. Sam's eyes snapped open and he jolted up. Sierra was brushing her hair in the bathroom. Dean was tying his shoelaces and pointing at Sam.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Sam just stared at him in astonishment, then over at Sierra.

"This song's so annoying!"

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Dean pointed at a poster in the local diner they were sitting inside, "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

"Bacon, bacon, bacon." Sierra mused with a nod, not listening.

"Okay, would you listen to me, Sierra? Dean? 'Cause I am flipping out." Sam lowly spoke, his head low.

The waitress then came over with her notepad and a friendly smile, interrupting Sam, "Are you folks ready?"

Dean eagerly opened his mouth to order, but Sam spoke first, "He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for me or her, thanks."

Sierra and Dean's mouth was wide in shock for a moment. Doris looked dumbfound, writing down the order and mumbling, "You got it."

Dean snickered, leaning back into the chair with his arm around Sierra, "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that."

"Me-ow." Sierra chuckled and wiggled her brows.

"Quit screwing around, guys."

Sierra raised her hands in defence, nudging Dean as she replied, "Okay. Okay. We're listening. So... you think that you're in some kind of a what again?"

"Time loop." Sam answered seriously.

"Like "Groundhog Day"." Dean added, Sam snapped his fingers with a nod.

"Yes, exactly. Like "Groundhog Day"!"

Dean nodded, holding back a smirk, "Uh-huh."

Sam's face faltered, "So you don't believe me."

"It is a bit odd, Samson..." Sierra trailed off.

All Dean could do was laugh, "It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh-"

"Dingo ate my baby crazy?"

Dean's smirked dropped and he frowned, "How'd you know I was going to say that?"

"Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point."

Doris came back over with the drinks and hot sauce, "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." The hot sauce wobbled, Sam caught it and handed it back to her without looking. "Thanks..." She breathed out, placing it on the table and leaving.

"Nice reflexes." Dean smirked.

Sierra impressedly nodded, opening her mouth to speak, but Sam beat her to it. "Better than yours, Sierra?" He asked with a knowing glance at what she was gonna say. Her eyes widened in response. "No. I knew it was going to happen, and I knew you were going to say that."

Dean sighed, leaning forwards, "Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation-"

Sam got impatient, raising his voice a bit, "You're just going to have to go with me on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much!"

Sierra glanced around at the others in the diner since he raised his voice, "Samson, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down, Sierra! I can't calm down. I can't. Because-" Sam frustratedly replied, his hands nearly shaking.