"Blame Bela. She's driving me to drink."
Sat in a diner I watch Sam carefully. Despite how early we crashed last night he appears exhausted. Sat opposite of Dean and me in the booth Sam stares stonily at a man perched on the bar. Nowhere else. Just at this one man who's more interested in his short-stack then Sam's intrusive staring. This morning Dean and I were dragged quickly down the street to this diner whilst Sam erratically rambled on about some time loop. According to Sam, Dean dies every day only for Sam to wake up every Tuesday on repeat and do it all again. Like looping some infinite Ground Hog Day.
"So we're stuck in a time loop where Dean always dies", I clarify aloud, watching Sam carefully as i try to wrap my head around what he's told us.
Turning around to hush me, Sam edgily states "Yes. Now keep your voice down. I need to watch someone."
"Said every creep ever", I mutter, leaning back in the booth, scrunching my nose at how Dean happily munches down on his Pig and a Poke. Sliding him my French toast when he begins eying it, I ask Sam "How many times-"
"-has this happened?" Sam finishes quickly for me as if knowing I'd say it "I've lost track after sixty."
Rolling my bottom lip somewhat unsurely, I motion to the brown paper bag he's been glued to since leaving the motel "What's in there?"
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Solivagant
FanfictionSo-li-va-gant ~Latin Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer. Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural. Book One of the Solivagant series. 🥇 in bobbysinger 06/04/2020 #16 in teamfreewill 06/04/2020 #16 in angels 09/03...