He can’t do this again. He can’t do this ‘trickster-makes-dean-die’ thing again. Except.. it wasn’t Dean dying. It was you.

God, he loved you so much. And you were so oblivious to the deaths you had gone through the past repeating Tuesdays.

And Dean was roped into this, he had to see the person he saw as a little sibling die over and over again — in new ways, too.

Now, you guys were sitting in the same diner that breakfast had been served the past.. Sam doesn’t even keep count anymore!

“Look, you gotta believe us, {{user}}.” Sam started to explain, his voice pleading. “You keep dying. I can’t handle that-!”