When a pompous internet-based journalist goes missing in some tourist-trap Mystery Spot, Our Intrepid Heroes have little choice but to investigate his disappearance and proceed to break into the place after hours to wave their little doohickeys around. Unfortunately for them, the situation deteriorates rapidly when the Spot's owner shows up with a shotgun, and Dean ends up taking a couple of rounds to the chest before dying in Anguished Sammy's arms.
And then Sam wakes up. And it's the same day all over again, because Darling Sammy's caught in some sort of time loop that keeps shoving him back to 7:30 in the morning on a neverending Tuesday in which Dean keeps dying and dying and dying some more, no matter what either of Our Dear Boys does trying to prevent it. Sam endures more than a hundred of these Tuesdays -- during which Dean walks into the path of an elderly driver, gets squished by falling desk like he's The Wicked Witch beneath Dorothy's farmhouse, chokes on a sausage ["Hee." -- Joe R], slips in the shower, munches down on a bad taco, electrocutes himself, inadvertently takes a Sammy-driven axe to the head, and elicits the chompy wrath of an irritated puppy, among other delightfully gruesome demises -- until the entity responsible for all of it slips up and accidentally reveals himself through his choice of super-sweet condiments. Yep, The Trickster from last season is back, and he decided to screw around with Sam's gargantuan cranium for a little while with all of this Groundhog Day stuff. When Sam threatens to poke The Trickster with a stick, however, the devilish villain agrees to call the whole prank off, and with a snap of his fingers, he sends Sam and Dean forward into Wednesday.
Or does he? Dean ends up dying again anyway, and apparently for real this time, thereby hurling poor Sam into this epic, months-long quest for vengeance, or whatever, but in the end, it turns out The Trickster never really stopped screwing with Sam in the first place. And after imparting A Very Important Lesson about The Dangers Of Obsession upon The Ginormotron, The Trickster snaps his fingers once more, and Darling Sammy wakes up on the real Wednesday, reunited with his never-dead brother. Mind fuck!
Rattle, Rattle THEN! Our Intrepid Heroes decided a very long time ago to kill some evil sons of bitches and raise a little hell, which was most certainly not very fun at all for the various demonic moppets and vampiric security guards and psychotic prison matrons and wily tricksters and elaborately tattooed genies they proceeded to encounter, but really quite delightful for members of the viewing audience, most especially for one audience member in particular. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, writhing about upon his overstuffed armchair with glee over the fabulous montage that just flew by. Unfortunately, in a moment of grief-stricken desperation, Dashing El Deano summoned Ona Grauer to a remote crossroads and offered his eternal soul in exchange for Gigantic Dead Sammy's life, and is only now realizing that he doesn't really want to go Hell at the end of the current season after all. Also, Samuel Fucking Colt fashioned The Fucking Gun That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't, with which Devious Action Sammy shot Jared Padalecki's girlfriend in the face before Annoying Posh Bela stole it. Meanwhile, Princess Sparkle begged for Dashing El Deano's assistance in preparing Darling Sammy to fight The War That Is About To Begin Any Second Now, We Promise!, despite the fact that The Ginormotron took out both an entire SWAT team and Whackjob Gordon quite easily on his own, thank you very much. And then?
Silence, Silence NOW! A gently slumbering Sam snaps open his eyes and bolts upright in bed when Asia's awful "Heat Of The Moment" abruptly screams from the clock radio right next to his tremendous head. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" early bird El Deano bellows out, jocularly enough, as he finishes lacing up his boots on this week's motel room's other bed. "Dude," Sam blinks, vague disgust washing across his still-groggy face, "Asia?" "You love this song and you know it!" Dean insists despite all evidence to the contrary, including Sam grumbling, "If I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself." "I wouldn't want to hold you to that statement, you darling little boy!" shrieks Raoul, and come on, Raoul. Knock it off with the spoilers. "Ooops! My bad! Do continue, you silly little man!" Thanks ever so. "My pleasure!" So, Dean gets a sly glint in his eye at Sam's reckless vow, and leans over to crank up the volume. "What? I can't hear you!" he teases, and as Sam allows him a light little chuckle, Dean, in all of his ridiculously cheesy glory, rocks out on his bed with a finger-pointing, head-bopping lip-synch to John Wetton's vocals before shimmying out of the frame. Dork.