Sam stabs a radio and Dean is left to figure out what happened. In this one, you get a full dose of my half-asleep writing.

There's nothing like waking up to the sound of your brother stabbing a radio.

"What. The. Fuck." was all Dean said, staring at the chips of plastic on the floor. Sam was leaning on the table, one hand still seized around the angel blade he'd managed to embed in the wood. Cas was standing frozen in the doorway, holding a sandwich.

"Sam," Cas said. "Sam. Was the radio dangerous? Have you neutralized it?"

Sam looked up at Dean, giving him an odd look. Dean recognized it as the "thank god you're not dead" look. Then he yanked the angel blade out of the wood.

"I'm fine," he said.

"Um..." Dean started.

"It's okay," Sam assured him, and left. Dean could hear him stomping off to the bathroom, and the water turning on.

"What happened?" Dean asked Cas, who had set the sandwich down on the table and was now examining the radio scraps.

"A song started playing, and then Sam stabbed the radio. The song went, Heat of the Moment." Cas sang scratchily, but managed to convey the basic tune.

"When's the last time I heard that song? Man, ages ago!" Dean exclaimed. "There was one time it was the wake up song that one... Tuesday..." it began to dawn on him why Sam stabbed the radio. "The Tuesday he flipped out, told me he was stuck in a time loop, and then attacked the Trickster. And the next morning he hugged me like he hadn't seen me in a year and wouldn't let me go anywhere alone."

"I remember that," Cas said suddenly.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Gabriel's joke was a little bit funny because you kept coming back and Sam had to live the same Tuesday again and again. But then you died on Wednesday and it wasn't as funny. It took Sam six months to find Gabriel again and bring you back to Wednesday."

"I what?" This was news to Dean.

"You keep dying and leaving Sam alone, Dean. Don't you think that's a little mean?"

"Um-"

"Although, to be fair, he has done the same to you a couple of times."

"Thanks, Cas."

"I've done that to you too," Cas added.

"Yes. Yes you have."

"But I'm glad we all keep coming back."

"Me too."

"There aren't any honeybees in heaven, and it would be very sad if we all went to visit my family but there were no bees."

"Cas-"

"I think if you two died I would stop working on Earth and try to work in heaven as much as possible."

"CAS-"

"But Earth is definitely preferable, is it not?"

Can you tell where I started falling asleep?

Author's message: Songs are pretty powerful carriers of memories.