So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches?
- Offering your soul? - All you gotta do is bring Sam back.
- How long did they give you? - One year.
You're gonna die, and this is what you're gonna become.
- I don't wanna go to hell. - We'll save you.
Back in 1835, Samuel Colt made a gun.
This gun can kill anything.
Bela Talbot's her real name.
Is she a hunter? She's far from a hunter.
The Colt. Bela stole the Colt.
- I need your help. Sam. - With what?
You need to help me get him ready to fight this war on his own.
Rise and shine, Sammy.
Dude. Asia?
You love this song, and you know it.
Yeah, and if I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself.
What? I'm sorry. I can't hear you.
Whenever you're ready, Dean.
This yours?
Ha!
Ah.
Bingo.
Now, who's ready for some breakfast?
- Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett. - Yeah, yeah.
Order up.
Can't stay unless you order something, Cal.
You know the rules.
Some coffee.
Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.
Do you even know what that is?
- Are you boys ready? Yes.
I'll have the special, bacon and coffee.
Make it two coffees and a short stack.
You got it.
I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry.
We should be hunting down Bela.
Okay, sure, let's get on that. Where is she again?
- Shut up. - I wanna find her as bad as you do.
In the meantime, we have this.
All right, so this professor...
Dexter Hasselback was passing through town when he vanished.
Last known location?
His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot.
" Where the laws of physics have no meaning"?
- Two coffees. Black... - Thank you.
- And some hot sauce for the...
Oh! Whoops. Crap.
Sorry.
Clean up!
Sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?
I mean, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling.
The only danger is to your wallet.
There are spots in the world where holes open up, swallow people.
The Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex.
- Broward County Mystery Spot? - Sometimes these places are legit.
So if it is legit... A big "as if. " - What's the lore?
- Well, the... - Excuse me.
The lore's freaking nuts, actually.
These places, magnetic fields are so strong...
...that they can bend space-time, sending victims no one knows where.
Sounds a little X- Files to me.
- I told you it wouldn't fit. - What do you want, a Pulitzer?
I'm not saying this is happening. If it is, we gotta check it out.
- See if we can do something. - All right.
We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look.
Wow. Uncanny.
Find anything?
No.
Do you have any idea what you're looking for?
Uh, yeah.
No.
What the hell are you doing here?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. We can explain.
- You robbing me? - Nobody's robbing you. Calm down.
- Don't move. Don't move. - I'm just putting the gun down.
Dean.
Hey. Hey.
- Call 911. - L... I didn't mean to...
Now!
Hey. Hey.
No, no, no.
Not like this.
Dean.
Rise and shine, Sammy.
Dude. Asia.
Dean.
Oh, come on. You love this song and you know it.
What?
I don't know.
You all right?
No. I think I...
Man, I had a weird dream.
Yeah? Clowns or midgets?
- Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett. - Yeah, yeah.
Order up.
Can't stay unless you order something, Cal.
You know the rules.
Coffee.
Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.
- It's Tuesday? - Yeah.
Are you boys ready?
Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee.
Uh, nothing for me. Thanks.
Let me know if you change your mind.
I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry.
We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.
Hey.
- You with me? - What?
You sure you feel okay?
You don't...?
You don't remember any of this?
- Remember what? - This.
Today. Like... Like it's happened before?
- You mean, like déjà vu? - No. I mean, like it's...
Like it's really happened before.
- Yeah. Like déjà vu. - No. Forget about déjà vu.
I'm asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again?
- Okay, how is that not déjà...? - Don't! Don't say it! Just don't...
Coffee, black. And some hot sauce for the...
Oops! Crap. Oh!
Thanks.
Nice reflexes.
Sam, I'm sorry but I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?
But today is Tuesday too.
Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced.
- So you don't believe me? - Ha, ha.
Excuse me.
I'm saying that it's crazy, you know? Even-for-us crazy.
Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy.
Maybe it was one of your psychic premonitions.
No. No way. Way too vivid.
Okay, look. We were at the Mystery Spot, and then...
- And then what? - Then I woke up.
- I told you it wouldn't fit. - What do you want, a Pulitzer?
Wait a minute. The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it...
Maybe what?
We gotta check that place out.
- Look, just go with me on this, okay? - All right, all right.
We'll go tonight, get ourselves a long look.
Wait. What? No.
- Why not? - Uh...
Let's just go now. Right now.
Business hours. Nice and crowded.
My God, you're a freak.
- Dean... - Okay. Whatever. We'll go now.
Dean!
Dean. No. No. No. Come on. Dean.
Hey. Dean.
Dean.
Rise and shine, Sammy.
Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.
Would you listen to me, Dean? Because I am flipping out.
- Are you ready? - He'll take the special, bacon, coffee.
Nothing for me. Thanks.
You got it.
Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.
Quit screwing around, Dean.
Okay. Okay. I'm listening.
So... So you think that you're in some kind of a what...?
Time loop.
- Like Groundhog Day. - Yes. Exactly. Like Groundhog Day.
Uh-huh.
- So you don't believe me? - Ha, ha.
It's a little crazy. Even-for-us crazy. You know, like...
Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?
- How'd you know I was gonna say that? - You've said it before. That's my point.
Coffee, black. And some hot sauce for the...
Whoops! Crap.
Thanks.
- Nice reflexes. - No. I knew it was gonna happen.
Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some explanation...
You have to go with me on this. You have to. You owe me that much.
- Calm down... - Don't tell me to calm down. I can't.
I can't, because...
Because what?
Because you die today, Dean.
I'm not gonna die. Not today.
Twice now, I've watched you die.
And I can't.
I won't do it again, okay?
You're just gonna have to believe me.
Please.
All right.
I still think you're nuts, but...
Okay. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out.
Excuse me.
I told you it wouldn't fit.
What do you want, a Pulitzer?
You think this cheesy tourist trap has something to do with it?
Maybe it's the real deal. Magnetic fields bending space-time, whatever.
- Seems too X- Files for me. - I don't know how else to explain it.
All right. All right.
We'll go tonight, get ourselves a nice, long look.
No, no, no. We can't.
Why not?
Because you...
I what?
I die there?
Blown away, actually.
Huh.
Okay. Let's go now.
Get out of the way.
What, did he...?
Yesterday. Yeah.
And?
- And what? - Did it look cool like in the movies?
You peed yourself.
Of course I peed myself.
A man gets hit by a car, you think he has control over his bladder? Come on.
Boys, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.
We could use all the good ink we can get.
How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?
Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here...
...since you don't wanna know when. - Anything strange happen?
Strange?
Strange happens here all the time.
It's a mystery spot. Ha, ha.
- What exactly does that mean? - Well, uh...
..." It's where the laws of physics have no meaning. "
Okay. Like how?
Take the tour.
The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he take the tour?
Uh, ha.
- Hold on. What kind of article is this? - Just answer the question.
The police scoured every inch of this place.
They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before.
- We're a family establishment. - Listen to me.
There's something weird going on. Now, do you know anything about it or not?
Okay, look.
Guys, um...
...give me a break.
I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right?
Hell, I used to sell bail bonds.
Okay, Kojak. Let's get some air.
Hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. Full of crap.
What is it? What is happening to us?
I don't know.
All right, let me just... So every day, I die.
Yeah.
- That's when you wake up again, right? - Yeah.
So let's just make sure I don't die.
If I make it to tomorrow, maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.
Do you think?
It's worth a shot.
I say we grab some takeout, head back to the motel, lay low until midnight.
All right, good. Who wants Chinese?
Rise and shine, Sammy.
I still think you're nuts, but whatever this is, we'll figure it out.
Thanks.
So, uh...
...if you're stuck in Groundhog Day, why?
What's behind it?
First I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure.
What do we do?
Well, we keep you breathing, try to make it to tomorrow.
- That's the only thing I can think of. - Shouldn't be too hard.
Yeah. I've watched you die a few times now and I can't ever seem to stop it.
Well, nothing's set in stone.
You say I order the same thing every day, right?
Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon.
Excuse me, sweetheart.
- Can I get sausage instead of bacon? - Sure thing, hon.
See? Different day already.
You see, if you and I decide that I am not gonna die...
...I'm not gonna die.
Thank you.
Dean. Dean?
You mean, we can't even go out for breakfast?
You'll thank me when it's Wednesday.
Whatever that means.
Do these tacos taste funny to you?
Everybody's fine. Nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?
Sammy?
You drop the ax and let this guy go. What do you say?
Something's gotta be going on here. I intend to find out what.
Place is tore up pretty good, dude.
- Time to give it a rest. - No! I'm gonna take it down to studs.
Ha, ha. Sammy, that's enough. Give me the ax.
Leave it. Give it.
No, you give it. Let... Let go! Come on...
No, Dean. Leave it. Come on...
Dean? Oh, no. - Aah!
- Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett. - Yeah, yeah.
Order up.
Can't stay unless you order something, Cal.
You know the rules.
Coffee.
Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.
- What are those? - The old man's.
Trust me. You don't want him behind the wheel.
You boys ready?
Yes, we are. Uh, I'll have the special, a side of bacon and coffee.
Hey, Doris. What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range.
You're a terrible shot.
- How do you know that? - Lucky guess.
Okay, so you think you're caught in what again?
Time loop.
Like Groundhog Day.
It doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it.
Jeez. Aren't you grumpy? Heh.
- Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? - Why?
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.
- What? - Coffee, black.
And some hot sauce for the... Whoops! Oh!
Crap. Thanks.
- Nice reflexes. - I knew it was gonna happen, Dean.
- I know everything. - You don't know everything.
Yeah. I do.
Yeah, right. Nice guess.
It wasn't a guess.
Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam. Sam.
You think you're being funny, but you're being really childish.
Sam Winchester wears makeup.
Sam Winchester cries his way through sex.
Sam keeps a ruler by the bed.
Every morning, when he wakes up... Okay. Enough.
That's not all.
Randy, the cashier?
He's skimming from the register.
Judge Meyers?
At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit.
Over there.
That's Cal.
- He's gonna rob Tony on the way home. - What's your point?
My point is I've lived through every possible Tuesday.
I've watched you die every possible way.
I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it...
...tried everything I know to save your life and I can't.
No matter what I do, you die.
And then I wake up.
And then it's Tuesday again.
The dog.
There's gotta be some way out of this.
"Where's my dang keys?"
Where's my dang keys?
"Excuse me. "
Excuse me.
She's kind of cute. Heh.
Hey.
All the times we've walked down this street, did I ever do this?
Excuse me, miss?
No.
Hundred Tuesdays, you never check what she was holding in her hands?
This the guy who went missing?
- Yeah. - That's his daughter back there.
Ma'am? Uh, miss?
Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?
Good boy... Aah!
So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor...
...but that's not all he is.
- What is he? - I talked to his daughter.
The guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog.
He writes about tourist attractions: Mystery spots, UFO crash sites.
Gets his kicks debunking them.
I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here.
"Dexter Hassleback: Truth warrior"?
- More like a pompous schmuck. Yeah. Tell me about it.
I've read everything the guy's written. Must've weighed a ton, full of himself.
When did you have time to do all this research?
Come on.
What? - Oh, just... It's funny, you know.
This guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots...
...then he vanishes in one. It's poetic.
Like just deserts.
You're right. It is just deserts.
What's wrong?
Guy has maple syrup for the past hundred Tuesdays.
All of a sudden, he's having strawberry?
It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh?
- What have we become? - Not in this diner.
Not today.
Nothing in this place ever changes.
Ever.
Except me.
Rise and shine, Sammy.
So you think you're caught in what again?
Eat your breakfast.
What's in the bag?
Hey.
- Hey. - I know who you are.
Or should I say what?
Oh, God. Please, don't kill me.
- Uh, Sam? - It took me a long time, but I got it.
- What? - It's your m. o. That gave you away.
Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just deserts.
- Your kind loves that, don't they? - Yeah, sure. Okay.
Just put the stake down.
- Sam, maybe you should... - No!
There's only one powerful enough to do what you're doing.
Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops.
In fact, you'd pretty much have to be a god.
You'd have to be a trickster.
Mister, my name is Ed Coleman.
My wife's name's Amelia. I got two kids. I sell ad space.
Don't lie to me! I know what you are. We've killed one of your kind before.
Actually, bucko, you didn't.
Why are you doing this?
You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time.
Why wouldn't I do this?
Hasselback. What about him?
That putz?
He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one.
Ha-ha-ha! Huh?
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?
One: Yes, it is fun.
And two:
This is so not about killing Dean.
This joke is on you, Sam.
Watching your brother die every day.
Forever.
You son of a bitch.
How long will it take you to realize...
...you can't save your brother...
...no matter what?
Oh, yeah?
I kill you, this all ends now.
Uh, Oh, hey. Whoa.
Okay. Okay. Look.
I was just playing around.
You can't take a joke? Fine.
You're out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it'll be Wednesday.
- I swear. - You're lying.
If I am, you know where to find me.
Having pancakes at the diner.
No. Easier to just kill you.
Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that.
Were you gonna sleep all day?
- No Asia. - Yeah, I know. This station sucks.
It's Wednesday.
Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, would you?
What, are you kidding?
This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?
No.
Jeez. How many Tuesdays did you have?
I don't know. I lost count.
Hey, wait. What do you remember?
I remember you were wacked out of it yesterday, running into the trickster.
- But no, that's about it. - All right.
Pack your stuff. Let's get out of town. Now.
- No breakfast? - No breakfast.
Are you sure we should just let the trickster go?
Give me your wallet.
Whoa, whoa, buddy. Just relax.
I am relaxed.
Okay. All right. Nobody wants this to end the wrong way.
Let's talk about it a sec.
Dean!
No. No, no, no.
Hey. Hey. Come on. Not today. Not today.
This isn't supposed to happen today. Come on.
I'm supposed to wake up.
It's Sam. Leave me a message.
Sam, it's Bobby.
Heard about that demon you took care of in Death Valley.
Nice job.
It's been three months we talked, though.
It'd be nice to hear your voice.
Give a call. I'm here.
Sam? Bobby again.
Look, I'm worried about you.
Just tell me you're not sitting alone somewhere...
...obsessing over this damn trickster.
Call me, Sam.
We can find it together.
No one man should take something like this on alone.
Do you hear me?
By the way, that vampire nest in Austin, hell of a job.
Sam? It's Bobby.
I found him.
It's good to see you, boy.
What are we doing here?
This is the last place the trickster worked his magic.
- So? - So you want this thing?
I found a summoning ritual to bring the trickster here.
What do we need?
Blood.
- How much blood? - Ritual says near a gallon.
And it's gotta be fresh too.
Meaning we have to bleed a person dry.
And it's gotta be tonight, or not for another 50 years.
Then let's go get some.
You break my heart, kid.
What?
I'm not gonna let you murder an innocent man.
Then why did you bring me here?
Why?
Because it was the only way you'd see me.
Because I'm trying to knock some sense into you.
Because I thought you'd back down from killing a man.
Well, you thought wrong.
Leave the stuff. I'll do it myself.
I told you, I'm not gonna let you kill anyone.
It's none of your damn business what I do!
You want your brother back so bad...
...fine.
- What are you talking about? - Better me than a civilian.
You're crazy, Bobby. I'm not killing you.
Oh. Now I'm the crazy one.
Look, Sam.
I'm old. I'm coming near the end of my trail.
But you can keep fighting, saving folks.
But you need your brother.
So let me give him back to you.
- Bobby... - You and Dean, you...
You boys are the closest thing I have to family.
I wanna do this.
Okay.
Good.
Just make it quick.
Do it, son.
Yeah, okay, Bobby.
But you wanna know why?
Because you're not Bobby.
Bobby?
Bobby.
Bobby!
You're right. I was just screwing with you.
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.
Ha, ha. Holy Full Metal Jacket.
Bring him back.
Who, Dean?
Didn't my girl send you the flowers?
Dean's dead.
He ain't coming back.
His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak.
Just take us back to that Tuesday.
Or Wednesday, when it all started, please.
We won't come after you. I swear.
- You swear? - Yes.
I don't know.
- Even if I could... - You can.
True.
But that don't mean I should.
Sam...
...there's a lesson here...
...that I've been trying to drill into that freakish, Cro-Magnon skull of yours.
Lesson?
What lesson?
This obsession to save 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.
The bad guys know it too.
He's gonna be the death of you, Sam.
Sometimes you just gotta let people go.
He's my brother.
Yup.
And like it or not...
...this is what life's gonna be like without him.
Please.
Just...
Please.
I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall.
Okay, look.
This all stopped being fun months ago.
You're Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal.
I'm over it.
- Meaning what? - Meaning, that's for me to know...
...and you to find out.
Were you gonna sleep all day?
I know. No Asia. This station sucks.
It's Wednesday.
Yeah. Which usually follows Tuesday. Turn that thing off.
Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?
Enough.
Wait.
What do you remember?
I remember you were pretty wacked out yesterday.
I remember catching up with the trickster.
That's about it.
- Let's go. - No breakfast?
No breakfast.
- I'll pack the car. - Wait. You're not going anywhere alone.
- It's the parking lot, Sam. - Just...
Just trust me.
Hey, you don't look so good. Something else happen?
I just had a really weird dream.
Clowns or midgets?