HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifty five.

"Heat of the moment."

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean laughed and pointed to the poster.

"Bacon, bacon, bacon." Sierra mused, then glanced at the table to see Sam putting a set of keys down. "Uh.. Whose are those?"

Sam looked tired and done, mumbling, "The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel."

Doris happily approached the table with her notepad, "You folks ready?"

Dean glanced from Sam, to the waitress with a nod, "Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."

Doris nodded, writing down the order and looking to Sam, "Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

Doris' smiled dropped, looking confused and stunned, "How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess." Sam sarcastically smiled.

Sierra gave Sam an odd look, awkwardly glancing to Doris. "Nothing for me, gracías." Doris quickly scattered away.

Dean turned his attention to Sam again, "Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?"

Sam tiredly huffed, "Time loop."

Dean nodded, sensing the lack of motivation his brother now has, "Like Groundhog Day."

"Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it."

"Well someone's energetic." Sierra pointed out with sarcasm in her tone. Sam's dull eyes snapped up to her.

"And grumpy." Dean added.

Sam snickered, "Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? 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. Hot sauce."

Doris arrived again with the drinks, "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the-whoops! Crap!" She watched in amazement at how Sam caught the hot sauce, without looking, and placed it on the table, all whilst keeping eye contact with Sierra. "Thanks."

"Nice reflexes." Dean nodded smugly.

"Better than mine." Sierra added, impressed.

"I knew it was going to happen, guys. I know everything that's gonna happen."

"You don't know everything." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah. I do." Sam tilted his head challengingly.

"Yeah, right. Nice guess." They both said in unison. Sierra's eyes flicked between the two.

"It wasn't a guess." Sam spoke on his own.

"Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They both continued again, leaning towards each other simultaneously. "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 by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he-"

Dean threw up his hands in the air, defeated, "Okay, enough!"

"That's not all. Randy the cashier?" Sam lowered his voice, glancing at the guy behind the counter, "He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers?" They looked at the old guy sitting on the stool, "At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit."

Judge Myers knocked over his drink as he heard. Sam didn't care. He glanced over to the dirty guy at the counter with a cup of coffee, "Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."