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insane100 :: Pig In A Poke
[ooc: This is...weird, but the idea came, and I've had a hard time writing anything, so I'm going with it. Basically an AU of SPN 3.11 Mystery Spot. Dean/Lana. Yes, that's what I said. The things I write to get out of a rut.]
Dean gave a questioning look as he and Lana entered the diner. "So you think that you're in some kind of what is it?"
"Time loop."
"Like Groundhog Day?"
She let out an exasperated sigh as they sat in the booth they'd sat in at least ten times before, if not more. "Yes. Like Groundhog Day." She looked at him, sincere as can be and eyes almost begging. "I'm serious, Dean, I'm not crazy, there are no dingos or babies in this scenario!"
"How'd you know I was gonna say that?"
"Time loop."
"Right." He looked toward the sign that listed the special, just like he did every day. "Hey, Tuesday. Pig—"
"If you finish that sentence, I swear to GOD I will stab you in the face."
Dean sat back, eyes a little wide. "Yes, ma'am."
She sighed again, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. It's just I've lived this day too many times already. The monotony of it is so irritating. And then there's the part where you keep dying."
He leaned toward her again, reaching for her arm. "Tell you what. You said you think the loop breaks if I stay alive, right?"
She nodded.
"So, after breakfast, you and me'll go back to the room and enjoy ourselves for the rest of the day. I mean, who ever died getting laid?"
The Tuesday special and two rounds of disturbing the neighbors later, Lana's phone rang.
"Could you get that for me, sweetie?" She heard him groan a little before the bed shifted, followed by the thump of him falling off the bed and the sound of something metallic slipping off the nightstand. "Dean?"
Lana's eyes popped open, the radio blaring with the all too familiar Asia.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart!"
She whimpered and pulled the covers over her head. Not again.
Dean gave a questioning look as he and Lana entered the diner. "So you think that you're in some kind of what is it?"
"Time loop."
"Like Groundhog Day?"
She let out an exasperated sigh as they sat in the booth they'd sat in at least ten times before, if not more. "Yes. Like Groundhog Day." She looked at him, sincere as can be and eyes almost begging. "I'm serious, Dean, I'm not crazy, there are no dingos or babies in this scenario!"
"How'd you know I was gonna say that?"
"Time loop."
"Right." He looked toward the sign that listed the special, just like he did every day. "Hey, Tuesday. Pig—"
"If you finish that sentence, I swear to GOD I will stab you in the face."
Dean sat back, eyes a little wide. "Yes, ma'am."
She sighed again, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. It's just I've lived this day too many times already. The monotony of it is so irritating. And then there's the part where you keep dying."
He leaned toward her again, reaching for her arm. "Tell you what. You said you think the loop breaks if I stay alive, right?"
She nodded.
"So, after breakfast, you and me'll go back to the room and enjoy ourselves for the rest of the day. I mean, who ever died getting laid?"
The Tuesday special and two rounds of disturbing the neighbors later, Lana's phone rang.
"Could you get that for me, sweetie?" She heard him groan a little before the bed shifted, followed by the thump of him falling off the bed and the sound of something metallic slipping off the nightstand. "Dean?"
Lana's eyes popped open, the radio blaring with the all too familiar Asia.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart!"
She whimpered and pulled the covers over her head. Not again.