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Torn Between Two Lovers Chp. 2A

Title: Torn Between Two Lovers
Author: Dee
Chapter: 2A/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC/Sam
Genre: Threesome – Angst, Threesome – Drama, Threesome – Episode-Related Scene, Threesome – Established Relationship, Threesome – Hurt/Comfort, and Threesome – Romance
Disclaimer: The title for my navel lint hasn’t arrived yet so please do not sue. This piece is meant for entertainment purposes only with no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Alex is stuck between Dean and Sam during the year of the Crossroad’s Demon’s deal.
Series: Why We Fight
Author’s Note: I’m getting back to the story line here for a bit here. I figured it would be interesting to see how she reacts to the boys fighting about Sam saving Dean’s life, Dean finally deciding that he wants to try to live and wanted to take a crack at the boys separating like they did during Time Is On My Side. Each of the stories under the Why We Fight Series are one-shots. They do not tie into each other so enjoy them separately.
Spoilers: Season Three episodes; specifically Mystery Spot.

~ Mystery Spot ~

"Heat of the moment!"

Sam and Alex jolted awake when the alarm went off with the most nauseating song they had ever heard blaring into their ears. They looked with bleary eyes to find Dean jamming his head to the beat while he put on his boots.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

"Dude, Asia?" Sam asked as he sat up in bed.

"You love this song and you know it."

"Yeah and if I ever hear it again, I’m gonna kill myself," Sam grinned as Alex stretched with a groan beside him.

"What?" Dean shouted louder as he turned up the volume. "Sorry, I can’t hear you."

"Dean, turn that shit down," Alex grumbled, pulling her pillow over her face and ears.

"What’s that, babe?" he said in a louder tone with a smirk on his face.

Sam laughed when Alex threw her pillow at Dean. He swatted the incoming projectile away, pointed at Sam and lip-synced the words with his head jamming before he rose off the bed. Alex groaned when Dean grabbed her arm, pulled her upright and lifted her over his shoulder before he walked her into the bathroom.

Sam shook his head in wonder at how happy his brother seemed now that he decided to fight the contract on his soul. Alex’s moods had lightened considerably since Dean found her in the woods after hunting Jeremy during their dream walk. Sam’s family was happy for the first time in a long time. It felt foreign to him to see them this way but he reveled in it.

Sam made his way into the bathroom to find that Dean had dumped Alex into the shower. His brother was up unusually early this morning especially after their long night of taking turns making love to their lady. Sam quickly stripped down to join her under the warm spray. He wrapped his arms around her midsection to pull her back into his chest and kissed his way from her shoulder to her ear.

"Knock it off, you two," Dean smacked the shower curtain when he heard Alex moan. "Get cleaned up, I want to get breakfast before we head out today."

"Kill joy," Sam called out. "Last night was incredible," he whispered in her ear.

"Tonight will be too," she grinned before she took his mouth in a breathtaking kiss.


Dean let Alex slide into the booth before he took a seat next to her and across from Sam. He sighed with a smile looking up at the menu on the diner wall. "Hey, Tuesday. Pig-n-a poke," he glanced at Sam with a smile.

"Do you even know what that is?"

"You boys ready?" the waitress asked with her pad in hand.

"Yes. I’ll have the special, a side of bacon, and a coffee," Dean told her.

"Make it two coffees and a short stack," Sam added once he got the headshake and a look of disgust on Alex’s face. His lady had higher standards when it came to food and she generally stuck with coffee when they frequented these small diners.

"You got it," the woman said with a smile.

"I’m telling you, Sam, this job is small fry," Dean turned to his brother once the waitress walked off. "We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

"Okay, sure. Let’s get right on that. Where is she again?"

"Shut up," Dean leveled a gaze at his brother.

"Look, believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do," Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some papers. "In the meantime, we have this."

"All right, so this Professor…"

"Dexter Hasselback," Sam added. "He was passing through town last week when he vanished."

"Last known location?"

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County mystery spot," Sam glanced between his brother and the still tired Alex.

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning," Dean read off of a pamphlet.

"Three coffees—black," the waitress strode up with a tray balanced on one hand and set out their three mugs. "And some hot sauce for the…" she began before the bottle slid off the tray and shattered on the floor. "Whoops," she frowned. "Crap, sorry," she grimaced with a smile at Dean before she turned and yelled, "Clean up!"


"Sam, you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?" Dean snatched the paper from his brother’s hand while they walked along the sidewalk. "I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger is to your wallet," he laughed.

"Okay, look. I’m just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex," he listed examples.

"The Broward County Mystery Spot?"

"Well, sometimes these places are legit," Sam argued.

"All right, so if it is legit, and that’s a big ass if, what’s the lore?"


"Excuse me," a young blond hugging a bunch of flyers to her chest mumbled to Dean after she accidentally bumped into him.

"The lore’s pretty freaking nuts, actually," Sam continued while Dean glanced briefly over his shoulder. "I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims no one knows where."

"Sounds a little X-Files to me," Dean said skeptically while they passed some furniture movers on the walk.

"All right, I’m not saying this is really happening but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something."

"All right, all right. We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look," Dean gave in, knowing he couldn’t sidetrack his brother from a job once he was set on it. He pulled Alex closer into his side and kissed her temple. "That okay with you, baby? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night and probably want to catch a few more hours," he smirked against her hair.

"Tonight’s good and keep up the wise-ass cracks and all you’ll be getting tonight is sleep," she elbowed him in the ribs until he released her, allowing Sam to wrap his arm across her shoulders.


"This place is bullshit," Alex whispered with a lot of irritation while Sam and Dean checked out the building with their EMF device. "Can we go now?" she huffed with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?" Dean asked his brother in an attempt to hurry him along.

"Uh…yeah," Sam nodded before he saw the scrutinizing looks on both their faces. "No."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Dean spun around with his gun at the ready only to find a very skittish man with a rifle aimed right at them. "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa," he held up his hands, letting his gun dangle from the trigger guard on his finger. "We can explain."

"You robbing me?" he aimed his rifle at Sam.

"Look, no one is robbing you," he said in a calm tone. "Calm down."

"Don’t move!" he yelled at Dean when he clicked the safety on his gun. "Don’t move!"

"Look, I’m just putting the gun down," Dean began to crouch down before the owner unloaded his barrels into his chest.

"Dean!" Sam moved to his brother’s side, uncaring of the business owner any longer, and lifted his head off the floor. "Hey. Hey," he said with a shaky voice when he saw the blood on his brother and felt him labor for breath. "Call 911," he told the stunned man with the rifle.

"I—didn’t mean…"

"Now!" Sam yelled before he focused on Dean.

"Baby," Alex placed her knees under his head, holding the sides of his face. She could feel the tremors in his body pass into hers. "No, please don’t," she whispered, knowing the signs only too well.

"Hey, hey, oh," Sam said in near panic while his brother choked on the blood in his lungs. "No. No. No," his tears could be heard in his voice while Dean turned his cloudy gaze from Alex to him. "Not like this."

Dean felt himself begin to fade. His strength completely gone, he gasped for breath until everything went black. He could hear the two people he loved in this world one last time before all senses were lost to him.

"Dean," Sam said in a pain-filled tone.

Alex let out a heart-wrenching scream that shook the foundations.


"It was the heat of the moment!"

Sam and Alex jolted awake when the alarm went off with the most nauseating song they had ever heard blaring into their ears. Sam looked with confused eyes to find Dean jamming his head to the beat while he put on his boots. He didn’t see Alex clutching her chest before she curled up on her side.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" he smiled, tying his laces. "Dude, Asia."

"Dean," Sam whispered with wide eyes.

"Oh, come on. You love this song and you know it," he raised the volume and began to lip sync before he got off the bed.

"Dean, turn that shit down," Alex grumbled, pulling her pillow over her face and ears.

"What’s that, babe?" he said in a louder tone with a smirk on his face.

Sam watched with his mouth hanging open when Alex threw her pillow at Dean. He swatted the incoming projectile away, pointed at Sam and lip-synced the words with his head jamming. Alex groaned when Dean grabbed her arm, pulled her upright and lifted her over his shoulder before he walked her into the bathroom.

"What’s wrong with you today, baby?" Alex asked when he joined her in the shower.

"Just had a weird dream," he said softly before he kissed the top of her head.

She smiled over her shoulder at him before she glanced down at the dark bruises that formed on her chest.


Everything was the same. Brushing their teeth to Dean’s gargling, everything was the same as his dream.

"What?" Dean asked when he felt his brother’s eyes on him.

"I don’t know," Sam said with a frown.

"You all right?"

"No. I think I…" he looked off in confusion. "Man, I had a weird dream."

"Yeah?" Dean mumbled while he picked at his teeth. "Clowns or midgets?"


It was the same at the diner. Sam was at a loss. Dean ordered the same thing. Alex made the same face. The waitress dropped the hot sauce but he caught it before it hit the ground. Sam felt like he wanted to hit his brother if he mentioned déjà vu again.

Alex listened intently with a furrowed brow while Sam got more and more agitated. It only got worse once they left the diner.

"Sam, I’m sorry," Dean shook his head while his brother stared at a barking dog. "I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about."

"Look, yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too."

"Yeah, no, good," Dean glanced at Alex with a worried expression. "No, you’re totally balanced."

"So you don’t believe me?"

Dean laughed before the blond bumped into him, making him release his hold on Alex.

"Excuse me," she said with a backwards glance.

"Look, I’m just saying it’s crazy, you know even-for-us crazy. Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy." Dean rattled on while they walked down the street. "Hey, maybe it was another one of your psychic premonitions."

"No. No way, way too vivid," Sam shook his head. "Okay, look. We were at the mystery spot, and then…"

"And then what?"

"And then I woke up," Sam said hesitantly but failed to see the faraway look in Alex’s eyes. They passed the furniture movers on the sidewalk again and Alex glanced back at them before her attention snapped back to Sam. "Wait a minute! The mystery spot," he held out his hands like he found the answer. "You think maybe it…"

"Maybe what?"

"We’ve gotta check that place out. Just go with me on this, okay?" Sam said in frustration when he saw the uncertainty on his brother’s face.

"All right. All right," Dean agreed. "We’ll go tonight after close, get ourselves a nice, long look."

"Wait, what?" Sam snapped, turning towards Dean with a hand out to stop him but placed it in Alex’s path. "No."

"Why not?"

"Uh…let’s just go now. Right now. Business hours," Sam said in a rush.

"My God, you’re a freak," Dean looked at his brother like he’d gone mad.


"Okay! Whatever. We’ll go now," his voice held that superior tone that he always had when he’d made a decision even if he was just agreeing with one of their better plans. He kept going up to the crosswalk, glanced down the street before stepping off the curb with Sam and Alex a step behind him.

Sam and Alex just reached the curb when a car came out of no where, hitting Dean, flipping him into the air before his body landed hard on the asphalt. "Dean!" Sam yelled and ran out to him. "Dean. No. No. No." He turned him over in his arms. "Come on. Dean," Sam gasped as he stared at his brother’s bloody face before he glanced up at the old man who was driving the car. "Hey, Dean," Sam looked down into unseeing eyes and felt himself splinter once again. "Dean," he shook him. "Dean."

Alex let out a heart-wrenching scream that shook the foundations.


"It was the heat of the moment!"

Sam and Alex jolted awake when the alarm went off with the most nauseating song they had ever heard blaring into their ears. Sam looked with stunned eyes, gasping for breath to find Dean jamming his head to the beat while he put on his boots.

Alex grimaced in pain before she gently ran her fingers over the bruises on her chest, arms and legs.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" he smiled, tying his laces.


"Hey, Tuesday, a pig-n-a poke," Dean smiled at Sam.

"Look will you listen to me, Dean, because I am flipping out," Sam said in a low tone while he barely restrained his anxiety.

"Are you boys ready?" the waitress asked with her pad in hand.

"He’ll take the special, side of bacon and a coffee-black. Nothing for me, thanks," Sam rambled off quickly.

"You got it," she said and wandered away.

"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that," Dean teased.

"Quit screwing around, Dean," Sam said in frustration.

"Okay, okay. I’m listening now, you think that you’re in some kind of what?"

"Time loop," Sam finished for him.

"Like Groundhog Day?"

"Yes, exactly like Groundhog Day."

"Huh," Dean nodded his head.

"So you don’t believe me?"

"It’s just a little crazy. I mean even-for-us crazy," Dean laughed with a smile. "You know like…"

"Like dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?" Sam rushed out.

"How’d you know I was gonna say that?" Dean looked at him seriously.

"Because you said it before, Dean. That’s my whole point."

"Coffee-black," the waitress set down Dean’s mug. "And some hot sauce for the…" the bottle tilted on the tray and began to fall, "Whoops, crap," before Sam snatched it out of the air without looking and held it up to her. "Thanks," she said in a surprise, taking it from him to place on the table and wandered off.

"Nice reflexes."

"No. I knew it was gonna happen," Sam said through a tight throat.

"Okay, look," Dean settled his elbows on the table and spoke calmly to his disturbed little brother. "I’m sure that there’s some sort of an explanation."

"You’re just going to have to go with me on this one. All right, Dean?" he shook his head. "You just have to. You owe me that much."

"Calm down," Dean whispered when Sam’s voice grew louder.

"Don’t tell me to calm down!" he snapped louder. "I can’t calm down because…"

"Because what?"

"Because you die today, Dean."

"I’m not gonna die. Not today," he said unbelieving.

"Twice now, I’ve watched you die and I can’t," Sam’s voice was filled with sadness as he shook his head. "I won’t do it again, okay? And you’re just gonna have to believe me," he looked into his brother’s studying gaze. "Please."

"All right. I still think you’re nuts, but…" he shook his head. "Okay, whatever this is we’ll figure it out."

Outside, things were the same while Sam kept a close eye on everything around them. He could sense that Alex was in full hunt mode and wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t argue with him in the slightest in the diner. She accepted what he said readily and was prepared to help him do whatever was necessary to figure this out. He made a point of making a mental note to ask her why she had not doubted him.

They passed the barking dog, the blond bumped into Dean, and the furniture movers were still trying to get that desk in the door.

"And you think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it," Dean threw at Sam while they walked down the street.

"Maybe it’s the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever."

"I don’t know. It all seems a little too X-Files to me."

"Well, I don’t know how else to explain it, Dean!" Sam shouted in frustration.

"All right! All right," Dean conceded the point. "We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice, long look."

"No, no, no. We can’t," Sam held out his hand, stopping their forward motion.

"Why not?"

"Because you…" Sam said awkwardly.

"I what?" Dean asked until Sam looked at him knowingly. "I die there?"

"Blown away, actually."

"Huh," he seemed somewhat sobered by that thought. "Okay, let’s go now," he turned to move to the crosswalk. Just as he stepped into the street, Sam and Alex both grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back just as a speeding car hauled by.

"Get out of the way!" the old man from the diner yelled out his window as he zipped on down the road.

Dean looked stunned before he laughed at his good fortune. He glanced at Sam, who exhaled and gave him another knowing look. "What, did he…"

"Yesterday. Yeah," he gasped.


"And what?"

"Did it look cool like in the movies?" he asked with smirk.

"You peed yourself," Sam gritted out in an aggravated tone, making his brother’s smirk fade.

"Of course I peed myself," Dean held out his hands and talked like he was giving them a lesson in life. "A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" he snapped before he looked both ways and cautiously crossed the street.

"Alex," Sam grabbed a hold of her forearm while they followed Dean, making her glance out of the corner of her eye at him. "How did you know to pull Dean back from stepping off the curb?"

"I just had a feeling," she whispered until she saw him arch a brow at her. "Okay, I don’t remember the whole day like you do but I feel the pain inside me. Some how, I remember he dies or feel it or something."

"So I’m not alone in this?" he sighed, taking her face between his palms.

"No," she shook her head. "If this day starts over again, I won’t remember what happens like you do but all you need to do to convince me is to tell me he dies. You aren’t alone, baby," she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.


The day did start over after that damn desk dropped on Dean’s head like out of a cartoon. Sam went through his usual fight with his brother day after day to convince him that what he was saying was actually happening to him. It was a fight but true to her intuition, Alex remembered each death after Sam told her that Dean dies. She backed him up but did it with a wicked migraine.

The next Tuesday, Dean ordered sausage instead of bacon and choked on it. The next Tuesday, Sam refused to let them leave the room and Dean slipped in the shower. The next Tuesday, Sam brought in take-out food, tacos to be exact and Dean died of food poisoning. The next Tuesday, Dean electrocuted himself in the bathroom. The next Tuesday, Sam took an axe to the Mystery Spot, determined to tear it down. Dean thought he was out of control and tried to stop him, getting an unintentional axe to the head.

Tuesdays seemed to go on forever. They ended up back in the diner. Sam pick pocketed the old man’s keys, placing them on the table and telling his brother he didn’t want him behind the wheel. He told the waitress, Doris to log in more hours at the archery range because she was a terrible shot.

"Hot sauce," Sam said grumpily.


"Coffee-black," Doris placed the mug down. "Whoops, thanks," she said in surprise when Sam caught the bottle and placed it on the table.

"Nice reflexes."

"I knew it was gonna happen, Dean. I know everything that’s gonna happen."

"You don’t know everything."

"Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, right," they said at the same time. "Nice guess," the harmony continued with Dean looking at him in surprise. Alex just covered her eyes, tired of waking up everyday with more aches and pains and being told one of her lovers was going to die.

"It wasn’t a guess," Sam said on his own.

"Right, you’re a mind reader," they spoke in unison again. "Cut it out, Sam. Sam!" They leaned forward to speak in a hush across the table. "You think you’re being funny, but you’re being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed… and every morning when he wakes up…"

"Okay, enough!" Dean shouted in frustration and gave in.

Sam proceeded to tell them his observations of all the diner’s guests that he had witnessed over the past 100 Tuesdays. He told Dean he’d lived through it, seen him die every possible way unable to stop it and then he wakes up and it’s Tuesday again.

"The dog," Sam mumbled while they walked down the street and the retriever began to bark. "Where’s my dang keys?" he continued, ignoring Dean and the old man repeated the same thing searching for his keys in his pockets. "Excuse me," he said before the blond bumped into Dean.

Dean asked him if he ever did this and went back to ask the woman something. When he came back he had a flyer in his hand of the missing man. Sam ran back to talk to her, leaving Dean alone with Alex. She kept an eye out for anything that might hurt her beloved but Dean went to pet the dog while her back was turned.

"Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?"

"Dean?" Alex whirled around with furrowed brows before the animal growled and tore into her man.


About Me

My name is Dee and I’m stuck in Texas physically but mentally…I’m with him.


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[Dean] Yeah. Shot heard round the world. How bills become laws...
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[Dean] Whatever.

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