Tyler Claire Harvelle

Okay, I'm going to explain the story here because if I don't, It'll be pretty confusing.

Before William Harvelle died, he had an affair... with a demon.

Tyler is the result.

She's been staying with Ellen since her dad died, but, what happens when Ellen dies, along with Jo?

( I'm changing the canon, Ellen and, Jo die in S3. )

In S2, she met the Winchester's and, was immediately fascinated by them.

- That should be enough of a background to get you through the first bit -

A little bit about Tyler:

She's got medium length brown hair.

And, braces, that she got while still under Ellen's care.

Her eyes change colors with her emotions, and, turn black when in the presence of a demon.

( I posted a story with color changing eyes on another account, but I don't know the log in information anymore. )

Petite, only 4'4 ft. tall, and, 52 lb.

Age eleven.

- Eye Color Emotions -

Blue: Thoughtful/Sad

Green: Happy

Purple: Mixed Emotions

Red: Angry

Black: Only in the presence of a demon

- Personality Traits -

Stubborn

Intuitive

Defiant

Intelligent

- Likes -

Neon Colors

Butterflies

Drawing

- Dislikes -

Spiders

Reading ( Dyslexic )

Food ( Fights Dean tooth and, nail about eating )

Warning: There will be spanking in this story.

I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.

Point of View: None

Tyler nervously napped her fingers on the wooden bar while waiting for a response. "Hello?" She tried asking, again.

Finally, a gruff voice answered. "Yeah." She sighed of relief, knowing it was Dean on the other end. "Uh, can you come to the Road House?"

A sigh erupted from the other end of the phone. "What's wrong, Tyler?" He asked, his gruff voice sounding gentler.

Her breath wavering. "They're dead." She managed to choke out. "Demons killed them. Please, Dean!" She begged.

"Alright. Alright, calm down. We'll be there soon. No freaky eye tricks, got it?"

Despite herself, Tyler rolled her eyes. "Yep."

The line went dead.

- Two Days Later -

Life with the Winchester's proved to be difficult, will all the rules and, regulations. Tyler quickly discovered that Dean didn't take well to disrespect.

"Why?" She whined, stopping the door from closing so she could follow Dean outside. "Tyler." Dean said, stopping and, effectively making her stumble into him. "Stop. You're going to get yourself into more trouble than you can handle, you want that?"

Annoyed, Tyler rolled her eyes and, averted them, not wanting Dean to be aware of the color. But, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Calm down. Now." He ground out, then watched her squirm under his stern gaze.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday I wouldn't put up with this?" He used his hand to indicate her. "Because, at the rate you're going, your ass will be getting to know my hand, very, very well."

Flushing, Tyler's eyes reverted to a normal color. "I'm... I don't want you to..." She sighed. "Sorry, Dean."

He rolled his eyes. "Was that so hard? Now, you didn't answer my question."

"No, I don't want to be in trouble. Yes, I want to go with you."

Dean's patience ran out and, he whirled her around to deliver six sharp spanks to her bottom. "Now. Little girl."

Tyler squirmed more, and, her cheeks turned bright red. "I don't like it when you call me that." She whispered.

"Yeah? Well I don't like your attitude." He snapped. "Let's go."

"Where?" She asked, having to run to keep up with Dean. "I thought I couldn't come?"

"You can't." He took her hand. "But, I don't trust you to go back in without a fight. So, I'll make it easy for you. Plus, we need to have a little chat."

Tyler dug her heels into the ground. "I'm in trouble?"

"No. Not yet. Keep pushing and, you will be."

Dean opened the door for Tyler and, she ducked under his arm, flopping down on one of the big queen size beds.

"I thought you left." Sam said, eyeing Tyler carefully. "And, weren't you supposed to be here with me?"

Tyler bounced a little on the bed. "Sam." She drawled his name out for emphasis. "I'm a preteen. We sometimes change our minds. You should probably get used to it."

Dean snorted and, crouched down so he was eye level with Tyler. "Being that you don't understand how to follow simple directions, I think we need a few rules."

"Hm." She tilted her head to the side a bit, and, smirked. "You don't seem like the type of guy who likes rules."

"That's it." He took her hand and, led her over to the corner. "You're in trouble. Stand here and, think about how to stop being a smart ass, and, I'll tell you the rules. Got it, little girl?"

Again, Tyler's face flamed. "Yeah."

"Try again. I'm done with those answers."

"What else is there to say?" Tyler whined, pretending she didn't know exactly what he wanted her to say.

"Yes. Keep it up and, you'll be saying yes 'sir in no time.."

"Okay. Yes." She replied, answering all his questions.

"Good. The rules are simple. Do as your told, when you're told. Don't argue, or talk back. If you have a problem, don't throw a fit, just talk to us. We won't be mad at you for explaining yourself, or why you feel a certain way about something. But, there are some things you don't argue about." He paused. "Like earlier when I told you to stay in the room with Sam."

"Yes." She said, sighing and, assuming he was done. "Two more. Control your eyes and, don't lie. Got it?"

"Yes... Sorry, for not listening to you."

Dean pulled her in for a hug. "I know you aren't used to being told what to do, but, I think you'll catch on quick."

"Probably not. But, I'll try." Dean laughed and, ruffled her hair. "Sam wants to talk to you." He said, after seeing the look Sam gave him.

Tyler ran into Sam's arms, ending up sitting on his legs. "I just wanted to let you know, that sometimes adults change our minds too, and, we don't have to have a reason. You should probably get used, to that."

"Okay, Sam. But, I was being serious, you know." She informed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He sighed. "You've got a long road in front of you."

"I'll be okay. As long as you and, Dean don't leave me... Sam?"

"Hm?" He asked.

"Is it bad that I like living with you. Like, would Ellen be mad that I'm happy with you two?"

"No, Tyler, Ellen would be happy. And, I'm glad that you're happy with us. Although, if you keep annoying Dean, you probably won't be." He warned.

She shrugged. "I'll be okay. He doesn't scare me. I just don't like when he calls me a little girl... Ten isn't little."

Sam laughed. "Good thing he's gone. Go relax for a bit. I've got to keep researching."

"Okay, Sam."

- Two Hours Later -

Dean returned with a bag of food and, a calmer demeanor. "I don't want any arguments about eating, Tyler." He warned, noticing the worried look on her face.

"But..." She stopped her whine short when Dean raised his eye brows at her. "Yes."

"Try Yes, Dean. And, yes, Sam. There's two of us, we need to know who you're talking to." Dean explained, handing Tyler a chicken sandwich.

She glared at the sandwich, but sat down at the rickety old table. "Do I have to eat all of it?"

"Just, eat, Tyler." He answered, knowingly, watching as Tyler unwrapped the sandwich.

Tyler sighed, and, picked off a piece of the bun. "Are you going to eat?" She asked Sam.

"One second." He said, coming over to the table with the ten year old little girl. "Yes, I'll eat with you."

She nodded, and, put the piece of bun in her mouth, not tasting it at all. "Dean?"

Dean took a deep breath, knowing he'd need to stay calm with Tyler, if he didn't want to snap at her 24/7. "What, Tyler?"

"My stomach hurts. Can I be done?"

Sam chuckled and, Dean said. "Done? You haven't even took one bite."

"I took a bite of the bread." She replied, turning her pleading purple eyes on him.

He rolled his eyes. "No, Tyler. You can't be done. You can eat the damn sandwich, or I spank you first and, we'll try again. Choice is yours."

"Can you..." She cut herself off and, took a tiny bite of the sandwich.

Dean sat down at the table across from Tyler, wanting to keep an eye on her, and, unwrapped one of his bacon cheeseburgers. "You find anything?" Sam asked, taking a bite of his salad.

"Nothing. You?" He answered, glancing at Tyler who was sitting with her legs tucked under her bottom, and, picking the bun apart some more. "Tyler." He warned. "Don't play with your food."

"I'm not playing with it. I'm eating it."

"Mm Hm." He said, tilting her chin up so he could see her eyes. "I know what you're feeling Tyler and, you're not sick. So either you're just being stubborn, or you're upset about something."

She looked away from him, and, took another tiny bite of the sandwich, at the rate she was eating, she'd not be done for another hour. "I'm not hungry." She mumbled, looking away.

Dean mouthed something at Sam that Tyler couldn't make out, and, Sam cleared his throat. "What grade are you in, Tyler?"

"I started when I was four, so, fifth grade. But, I don't need to go to school." She said, in a panicked voice.

"You'll be home schooled." Dean explained, moving on to his second burger. "Sam's been to school plenty."

Tyler bit her lip and, didn't say anything. "I'm working on getting the books, should be soon." Sam told her, going to the mini fridge to get drinks.

He sat two beers down on the table and, a bottle of water, having learned yesterday Tyler didn't like juice or soda. "Thanks." She murmured, taking a big gulp of water, trying to wash away the nasty taste of the sandwich.

Dean watched her intently, and, nearly choked when she said. "Next time you get food, if you want me to eat, just get me fruit.

"I want you to listen to me, very, very carefully. Tyler, you're ten years old and, although you think you know everything, you don't. You can't survive on little to no food. So, I'll get you fruit with whatever else you're eating. Got it, little girl?"

She glared at him, angry at the little girl comment. "I got it."

"Good. Now, why is it Sam and, I are almost done and, you've only taken about three bites?" He asked, crumbling the foil his food came in up in a ball.

Twirling her hair around her index and, middle finger, Tyler replied. "I told you I wasn't hungry."

"Well, you can sit there until you are hungry. Either way, you'll eat the stupid sandwich."

So over the walking in circles conversation with Dean, Tyler took six more bites in the next five minutes, and managed to finish 3/4 of the sandwich. "I'm done."

"Good girl." He kissed her forehead. "That wasn't hard Tyler, why'd you have to make it into a big production?"

She shrugged. "Ellen let me help her work the Road House and, it's open 'till late. She let me only eat a little bit and, she knew what I liked."

"Well, what do you like?" Dean implored, willing to do anything if it meant Tyler would eat.

"Fruit. Salad. And, I don't mind chicken. But, I don't like any other meat than chicken. I don't like cheese, or butter, or milk, or mayonnaise or ketchup or anything sour."

Dean's eyes widened. "You don't like... wow." Tyler smiled at his reaction. "Want me to write it down?" He nodded and, Tyler grabbed the small notepad the motel put by the phone.

"Here." She said, once she carefully wrote out her likes and, dislikes.

"Mm Hm. I think it's bed time for you, little girl." He said, glancing at how late it'd gotten.

Tyler fought the urge to stomp her foot, but she knew he wasn't being derisive, just not wanting to call her Tyler all the time probably. "It's only like eight o'clock." She pointed out.

"I didn't say you had to go to sleep. But, you can lay down and, relax. Go put on some pajamas." He ordered, gently pushing her in the direction of the bathroom.

She sighed and, grabbed her neon pink duffle bag from the left corner of the room and, dragged it into the bathroom with her.

Tyler's bag was perfectly organized with all the clothes folded and, all the toiletries separated... Ellen knowingly told the boys a long time ago about the little girl's OCD tendencies.

Deciding on a pair of grey sweat pants that were a size to big and, one of Jo's old T-shirts, she slipped off her clothes. After she dressed, she splashed cold water on her face, and, brushed her teeth.

When she opened the bathroom door back up, Sam was back on his computer and, Dean was nursing a beer while watching a weird show on the TV. "Dean?"

"Huh?"

"There's only two beds." She pointed out, and, realization dawned on him that a ten year old girl shouldn't be sleeping with him or Sam without reason.

"I'll get you a roll away." He answered, getting up to call the front desk.

The roll away arrived shortly after, and, Tyler flopped down on it, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Even though she didn't want to go to bed, she was tired, it'd been a long day, a long two days.

After about ten minutes, she murmured. "Dean, I think I'm gonna' go to sleep. G'night."

"Night, Tyler."

Her eyes closed and, she drifted off to sleep, her breathing even.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think! I wrote this after a long time of planning it out, so, it should be good. I lost my account information to my other account where I posted a story about a girl with color changing eyes. I think I like this one better anyways. Review please, and, PM me if you have any questions. Thanks. :)