The Trickster and the Moose (Question and Syllanna)
HEEEAAAAT OF THE MOOOMENT.
Sam opened tired brown eyes. And so began day 84 of this never-ending loop of Dean's death. Day after day after day of watching his brother die had all but broken him and he didn't know what to do about it. Yesterday, Dean had slipped on a kid's spilled soda and broken his neck in the fall. It didn't matter where he took his brother or what they were doing, Dean managed to die. It was as though the gods were laughing at Sam. It hurt more than those head-splitting visions he got or the knowledge that Dean was going to die in a few more months, his soul dragged to hell by a hellhound because he'd been stupid enough to make a deal.
Sam rubbed at his eyes. "Rise and shine Sammy!" He didn't know how much more of this he could take. His heart broke every time he failed his brother, but he couldn't allow himself to give up. There had to be a way. So he stood and watched as his brother gurgled mouthwash as annoyingly as humanly possible. He dressed and walked with Dean to the diner, as they began nearly every day. He lifted the old man's keys and tried not to be angry at Doris the waitress about her archery accident ten Tuesdays ago. He'd long moved past freaked out or angry and he could feel himself sliding into hopelessness.
Even though Dean never believed in God, Sam still did, and he prayed now. God, please.....pleeease help me save my brother. I don't know how much more I can take of this. Whatever worm hole or time loop or black magic we're under....just make it stop.