Tyler Claire Harvelle
( Jo is was18 in my story )
Refer to chapter 1. for full explanation..
- Eye Color Emotions -
Blue: Thoughtful/Sad
Green: Happy
Purple: Mixed Emotions
Red: Angry
Black: Only in the presence of a demon
Warning: There will be in this story.
I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.
Point of View: None
Surprisingly, Tyler slept the rest of the night, and Dean wondered how she didn't have any nightmares after what happened to her family. They'd found out a bartender named Casey was possessed by a demon, and Father Gil was possessed by another demon. Dean managed to get himself stuck in a basement with Casey for a while, and talked to her about Hell, which didn't make him feel any better. Then, there was still the fact that Sam was BFF's with a demon.
Neither Sam or Dean had been sleeping much lately, and decided to wait until Tyler woke up on her own before leaving, which gave them plenty of time. Tyler finally sat up around 9:00 o'clock, and Dean figured since she'd caught up on all the sleep she'd been losing lately, she'd be in a good mood. He tossed his empty plastic cup of coffee in the trash bin, and clapped his hands together, "C'mon Tyler. Time to hit the road."
Tyler yawned, pushed her hair out of her face, and rubbed her eyes with her index fingers. "Is there-" She stopped to clear her throat, "Is there time for me to take a shower?"
Dean nodded, and Tyler grabbed her bag before shuffling into the bathroom. It only took fifteen minutes until she was ready to go, and Dean mentally kicked himself for letting her sleep all this time before having her sit in the car for eight hours. "Ready?" He asked, grabbing the bags that hadn't already been thrown in the car.
"Yep," Tyler replied, running to the door, "Freeze," Dean snapped, and Tyler abashedly turned back around to face him, "What?" She asked, batting her innocent eyes at him.
He raised an eyebrow, "Don't just run outside without anyone knowing, or telling you it's safe."
Tyler rolled her eyes, "You were coming right after me," She pointed out, "And besides that, I thought you finished the hunt."
Sam, who was already outside, opened the door to let Tyler come out, figuring she could burn off some energy, and Dean could calm down. Happily, Tyler ran outside to the grass area next to the parking lot, and began doing front-handsprings, which turned into front-tucks, and then into front-walkovers without hands. Breathing heavily, Tyler dropped down to the grass, and tried to decode what Sam and Dean were saying by just watching their mouths move.
Dean angrily got into the car, slamming the door as he did, and Sam waved Tyler over to them. When everyone was in the car, Dean took off, and turned on the blaring radio. Tyler buckled her seatbelt, and rolled the window all the way down, partially because she couldn't breath, and partially because the radio was going to give her a freaking heart attack.
They drove without stopping for almost two hours, then Tyler decided she had to use the bathroom... Every ten minutes, just like she had in the motel room yesterday while writing sentences. Strangely enough, Sam was more bothered by it than Dean, "Tyler, I've got assignments you need to do."
"Okay," Tyler agreed, not really caring what she did as long as she had something to do. "Can it be math?"
Dean laughed, who in their right mind would want to do math?
"You still need to start in your English book," Sam told her, "And that's getting done before you start anything else," He added, upon seeing the pouty look on her face.
Tyler sighed, and opened up her English book, "Do I just read this story, and answer the questions?"
"Yes," Sam confirmed, deciding to do a little reading of his own, and reaching under the seat for his laptop. He couldn't actually get much research done though, mainly because Tyler kept asking him questions that were completely unnecessary. "Sam, what's a infinitive?"
"You don't learn about that until sixth grade, worry about what you're supposed to be doing," Sam demanded, and turned around to see if Tyler was actually getting anything done. "How many questions have you actually answered?" He asked, knowing for a fact there were fifteen questions, and that they weren't as difficult as Tyler made them out to be. In fact, Tyler knew exactly how to do the assignment, aside from a few comprehension problems, and Sam knew the only reason she was asking questions was to annoy Dean into stopping somewhere for a while.
"Eight," Tyler answered, biting the plastic clip that allowed the pencil to be hooked onto notebooks, and attempting to keep her hair out of her eyes. "What's a hyperbole?" She asked, knowing she probably didn't pronounce the word right.
"Where are you even finding these words?" Sam snapped, turning around to look at how much of a mess she looked with a pencil in her mouth, hair all over the place, and one leg under her while the other balanced itself on the seat.
"They're in the back," She answered, holding up the book to show him what she was talking about. Sam sighed, and took the book from her, checking to see exactly what section of the book she was looking in since he knew for a fact it wasn't the right one.
Aha. The 'Advanced Learner's Section,' which took up about 30 of the 400 pages, and Sam wondered how in Hell she even found this crap. It was no where near the pages she should've been on. He closed the book and tossed it back onto the seat, then grabbed Tyler's chin, "If you want to flip through the book, fine. Just do it after you finish your assignments."
Tyler put her hand over his and tried to pry it off her chin, which didn't even in the slightest way work, "Sammm, let go," She ordered, feebly trying to move her chin while at the same time get Sam's hand off her. He dropped his hands from her chin, and instead gently took her hands.
She shifted around to sit with her legs crisscrossed, and gazed curiously at him, "Can you please let go of me?" She asked, changing tactics. Sam seemed thoughtful for a few minutes. Dean didn't seem to be bothered by her, and Sam figured that was only because she wasn't being loud, or whining.
Still, she was being a smart ass, "Tyler," He quietly stated, letting her hands go, "I don't want to hear your voice until those last seven questions are answered. Alright?"
Tyler nodded, "Alright," She agreed, and Sam nodded before turning back around. He heard the pages of the book being shuffled through, and Tyler didn't say a word for the next 45 minutes, which didn't make much sense considering the last 7 questions could've been answered in under 10 minutes. Not that Sam was complaining, and Dean didn't say anything either, which obviously meant he was still pissed about their conversation earlier.
Dean didn't need Sam telling him what to do, or more importantly what to say. He wasn't the one going to Hell, and Tyler didn't need to be worrying about that, Sam didn't need to be worrying about it either. Which only further irritated Dean.
Finally, Tyler spoke up, "Dean, I'm thirsty," She murmured, and Dean sighed, "We'll stop to eat in a few minutes." Tyler hardly ate any dinner last night, and nothing for breakfast this morning, and Dean was glad she didn't whine about not being hungry. She'd been pretty good since those sentences she had to write, aside from pissing Sam off more than once. Thinking about it, Dean realized she hadn't said much at all after that, or even sing much.
He needed to tell her about Hell. Today. He needed to tell her about Hell today. And Tyler gasped as the car suddenly jerked off to the side of the road. "Whoa!" Dean didn't say a word, just got out of the car with a mixture of despair, anger, fear, and a whirlwind of other emotions overtaking him.
Sam and Tyler followed suit, and Sam held onto Tyler's hand cautiously, "Dean?" He asked, noticing the look on his brother's face, "Don't." Dean snapped.
He took a step towards Tyler, and grabbed her under the arms, lifted her onto the hood, and placed his hands on either side of her. Tyler's heart pounded violently, tears pooled in her eyes, and she desperately looked at Sam for help. The color wasn't noticeable, and Tyler could feel the fact that it was a different color than she'd ever had before.
"S... Sam," She stuttered, and tried to slide off the Impala under Dean's arms, "I... I'm..." Dean stopped her with only one hand, and rubbed the other down his face. Sam was stuck in a mental rut, Tyler was obviously terrified, but Dean was finally going to tell her about Hell. "Dean," He finally said, "She's scared."
"Tyler," Dean whispered, letting her slide off the hood like she tried to before. And she bolted to Sam, sobbing relentlessly into his well-worn shirt, effectively getting snot all over it. Sam sighed, and crouched down to let Tyler fling herself into his arms, rubbing her back in soothing circles in attempt to calm her down. "Tyler," He murmured, moving her still damp hair out of her face, " Calm down before you make yourself sick."
She started choking on her tears, and Sam held her away from him at arms length incase she puked, "I can't help you while you cry like this," He gently explained, as Tyler tried to get herself out of his hold, "What's wrong, Tyler?"
Dean hadn't said a single word, and was trying his best to keep his composure. He desperately fought against the urge to breakdown at the mere sound of Tyler's desperate cries of distress. He was relieved when Sam managed to reduce Tyler to only tears with constant sniffling.
"De..." Tyler managed to say, "C'mere." Surprised, Dean slowly took the short amount of steps needed to reach Tyler, and crouched down like Sam had, "What's wrong?" He whispered.
And Tyler looked absolutely pitiful with her puffy bloodshot eyes, and ghostly pale face stained with snot and tears. She wiggled her way out of Sam's arms, while taking long deep breaths. "I... 'M... I'm sorry."
Dean's face scrunched up in confusion, "Why?" He asked, and Tyler closed the gap between them to wrap her arms around his neck, "I'm sorry I was scared," She explained. He let out a breath of relief, and held Tyler tightly to him, combing through her tangled hair. "It's not your fault you were scared," Dean explained, and Tyler tried to keep from crying again. "Don't be sorry."
It was Sam's turn to quietly observe, and Tyler felt bad she had to exclude one of them to be with the other. "Hey, Tyler?"
"Hm?" She sat down on Dean's supporting knee. "Can you tell us what happened?" He paused, knowing Tyler would find some sort of reason not to answer the question, "Why you were scared," He clarified.
Tyler sighed, "Dean was being really quiet the entire way here..." She mumbled, biting onto her lip.
"And?" Sam prodded.
Tyler kicked her foot out a bit, almost falling off Dean's leg, "I thought he might be mad." She looked over her shoulder at Dean, "Can we drive again?" Dean didn't answer, and Sam didn't know how to answer.
"Get in the car," Dean finally decided, even though holding Tyler seemed more important than driving, and Tyler probably wouldn't stay awake much longer, or eat anything. "Wait," He whispered, just as Tyler opened the car door.
Tyler momentarily let her lip free from being chewed on, "Yeah?"
"We need to talk about something... And you're not going to like it..." He continued, and Tyler stomped her foot in annoyance, "Can't you tell me in the car? I'm still thirsty... " She paused, "And I'm hungry!" She added, hoping Dean would fall for her trap.
Sam scoffed, "Don't lie, Tyler."
"No," Dean replied, "I've put this off for long enough. Tyler, I'm..."
Author's Note: Two chapters in one day? Sayyy what? I cried the entire time I typed this, which is why I ended where I did. Hopefully I can update again sometime before next week. I have more motivation to update if you review. ;) Plus, I know this dreaded cliff hanger thing sucks. You know what to do, TTYL! :)
