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Dean sat with one foot propped on top of the other, and his hands clasped together behind his head, while laying next to Tyler on the large King size bed. He'd only just gotten to lay down about twenty minutes ago, and it was already quarter to nine. They'd spent the last five hours on the road, and thankfully Tyler didn't wake up, and since sleeping in did nothing to improve her attitude yesterday, Dean decided to go ahead, and get her up now.
"Tyler," He said, gently shaking her shoulder, she stirred, and rubbed her eyes subconsciously while rolling over to prop herself up on Dean's legs. "'Hm," She opened, and closed her mouth, peeking open her pretty blue eyes, "G'morning," She murmured, like she did most mornings.
"Morning, sleeping beauty," Dean's gruff voice said, as he attempted to run his fingers through her tangled, curly frizz of brown locks, "You need your hair cut," He observed.
"Uh Uh," Tyler argued, "I like it long," She moaned, and Dean rolled his eyes at the fact Tyler thought her hair was long, when in reality it only came down to past where her not-so-breasts should be.
"Too bad," He teased, and Tyler balled her little hand into a fist, socking him in the arm closest to her, as if she could really hurt him. Suddenly, Tyler sat up, gazing at Dean, "Am I allowed to say words like you do?" She asked, and Ellen never cursed much, so Tyler never picked up on the habit, but Dean sure did curse a lot.
"Words I do?" Dean asked, raising his eye brow in confusion, and watching Tyler shift to move her legs to tuck them under her butt, and place her hands on her knees.
Tyler rolled her eyes, "Don't yell at me because you asked, "She warned, "Like son-of-a-bitch," Tyler used that phrase because it was one of the most common things Dean ever said in any situation.
"No." Sam answered, before Dean could.
"I didn't ask you." Tyler muttered, turning around to see Sam walk out of the bathroom in a suit, carrying something under one arm. Sam ignored her, and set up his laptop at the table.
"Don't start with that," Dean warned, although not harshly or angrily. "Sam already made the decision. No. You can't." He reiterated.
"Why does Sam get to answer for you?" She whined, "I thought you were the oldest."
Sam looked up from his screen, "It doesn't matter who's the oldest. You're a kid, and I'm the adult. I'm telling you that you can't, so you can't." He explained, giving Tyler a look that said, don't-ague-with-me-again-or-else.
Decided it was too early for this, Tyler shut up about it, and scooted up to lay her head on Dean's chest, "I don't want you to die," She whispered, burying her head in his T-shirt. Dean's covered up the fact that his heart broke for Tyler, and gently rubbed her back, "I know, little girl, I know."
It didn't even matter that Dean called her a stupid endearing name that she hated, all Tyler cared about was holding herself onto Dean, and never letting go of him. The sound of his heart helped to relax her at first, until she realized soon his heart wouldn't be beating anymore, and she rolled away to climb off the bed. She needed to get planning before it was too late, there was an idea lingering in the back of her head that she was trying to suppress, because it was the stupidest idea ever.
"Get dressed. We've got things to do today," Sam called out, and Tyler trudged into the bathroom with her bag dragging along behind her. She was in no mood to take a shower, but she was well rested, and ready to be awake for longer than three hours. The clothes she had on were pretty much clean, still she slipped them off, and slipped on a blue V-neck T-shit, with a pair of brown leggings, and a pink hoodie that used to be Jo's. "Ready," She announced, after brushing her teeth, washing her face, and putting her hair up in a very sloppy bun.
Dean and Sam shared a look, and Sam nodded, "Alright, let's go," He stood up, and headed to open the door with Tyler on his heels, and as soon as the door opened, Tyler took off running to do her gymnastics tricks. She did four Aerials before easily sliding down into a split. Sam watched her in awe, and wondered how she learned all that, and Dean seemed nervous as Tyler did front-handsprings until she reached the Impala, "Did you see me?" She exclaimed, grinning wildly.
"Yes. Very good," Sam praised, and Dean just nodded before getting into the car. "Hm," Tyler shrugged, following suit and getting in after him, "Sam?" She asked, buckling up.
"Yeah, Tyler?"
"Is my book-bag in the car?" Tyler asked, wanting her secret plans notebook. Sam sighed, and lifted the book-bag over the back seat onto the floor, "Right here."
"Thanks," She murmured, pulling out the notebook, and a sharpened pencil, with three brightly colored highlighters,
She was relieved Sam didn't give her a bunch of assignments to do, and rolled down the window closest to her, which was on the left side of the car where she sat behind Sam. "Dean,-" She started, but was cut off, "Yes I'll turn on the radio," Dean answered, and Metallica blared throughout the car, and Tyler figured Dean must've switched out the ACDC tape while she was sleeping last night. And she smiled at the fact that Dean knew what she wanted without even having to ask. The notebook page wasn't close to being full, and only had some jotted down ideas, mostly it was filled with doodles Tyler drew out of pure boredom.
Dean pulled into a parking lot of a big hospital, and parked the car in the shade, which meant Tyler most likely would be trapped in the car, "C'mon, Dean," She pleaded, "Can't I come too?"
"No."
Tyler scowled, and Sam turned around to hand her a sheet of paper with a list of about four different assignments, all of which wouldn't take long if Tyler didn't spend the whole time looking at the 'ALS.' "Start with page the science vocabulary," He instructed, "Then do the math worksheets. If you finish, there's English you can work on."
"Awesome," Tyler mumbled, "Can't I do it inside? I'll sit in the waiting room!" She tried, and Sam shrugged at Dean, "It's your call. I gave her work."
Dean sighed, "Let's go," He decided, getting out of the car without another word, and Tyler happily slung her book-bag over her shoulder to follow after him. When they got into the lobby, Dean steered Tyler into the main waiting room, "Sit," He ordered, pointing at the row of empty chairs, "This is a test. Don't screw around with me, I will give you that spanking you seem to want so bad. Got it?"
Tyler blushed, and averted her soft bluish-purple eyes, "Kay," She murmured, watching a pregnant lady waddle out of the revolving doors, with a tall man beside her.
"Your answer from yesterday would be better," He suggested, although it wasn't really a suggestion, and Tyler swung her feet out a little out of instinct.
"I said 'Kay," yesterday," Tyler pointed out, smiling at him with her pretty brace-covered teeth. Dean just waited with his arms across his chest, and repeated, "Got it?"
Scoffing, Tyler rolled her eyes, and mock saluted him, Sir; Yes'ir." Sam watched their exchange, and smiled, "Yes sir," He corrected, "You need to work on enunciating."
"I like the way I say it better." Tyler replied, wrapping her arms around Dean's waist for a minute, then letting herself fall back into the cushiony chair.
"Remember what I said," Dean called over his shoulder, and Sam laughed, "Dad would've killed her by now."
"True that, Sammy. True, that."
Tyler only finished one assignment before Sam and Dean returned, "You passed,," Dean acknowledged, signaling for Tyler to come on, "Did you get your work done?" Sam asked, placing a hand on one of Tyler's shoulder.
"Only vocabulary." Tyler answered, bouncing to keep her book-bag from falling off. Sam didn't say anything for a minute, "Do the English next."
"Why?" Tyler asked, wanting to whine. "Because," Sam continued, as they neared the Impala, "I'm telling you too, A, and B, I can help you incase you don't understand something."
"Oh," Tyler said, "That makes sense," She agreed, and Dean laughed. "Look!" Tyler exclaimed, seeing a frog in the middle of the road, "It's a bull-frog!"
Dean and Sam carefully examined the bull-frog, and avoided stepping on it when getting into the Impala. Tyler got in last, "I like animals, we should get one." Dean scoffed, "Not gonna' happen."
"Okayyy," Tyler said, not at all surprised by Dean's answer, "Sam," This time Tyler did whine, "This isn't even important, it's busy work," She pointed out, referring to the stupid English arraignment.
"It's important Tyler. What exactly are you talking about?" He asked, looking back over the seat, but not completely turning around.
"This," Tyler pointed to the practically billion page story, and questions that went with it. The last assignment was the same thing, but shorter. And it was boring. "I did this last time. It was just not as long."
"You'll never get better at reading if you don't do it," Sam informed her, "You'd be doing this in regular school too."
"In regular school you could copy someone else, or just not do it."
Dean laughed, "Smart kid." And Sam glared at him, "If you want to drag it out for a long time, that's your choice. But you're gonna' be in trouble if it's not finished today."
Tyler rolled her eyes, knowing Sam couldn't see her, and picked up her pencil, wondering when Sam decided to be all parental. Wasn't Dean being a hard-ass enough? She sighed, and stared at the page of jumbled letters combined into words combined into sentenced combined into paragraphs. "I hate English." She quietly muttered.
It seemed like right after they left the hospital, they went right back, "Stay in the car this time," Dean directed, opening his door before she could argue, and Sam waited a minute before doing the same thing. "Jackass," Tyler said.
English was the last thing Tyler wanted to be doing. "I could make a deal with a Cross-Roads demon," She murmured. "And go to Hell with Dean." Going to Hell was terrifying, but so was Dean going to Hell alone. What else could she do?
She sighed. Then remembered the red cellphone in her bag. She flipped it open to send a message to Dean. He replied almost instantly. And Tyler fought the urge to throw her phone against the seat.
."Dean, I'm tired of sitting still. Can I get out of the car? -TCH"
"Did you finish your school work? - DW"
Tyler groaned, "Not really." -TCH"
Dean's last text read: "When you finish your work. -DW"
"Uh." Tyler banged her head back against the seat, Sam sucked, and Dean still hadn't called her out on any of her bad behavior, not really anyways. She remembered lying all the time back when Ellen and Jo were alive. But lying to Sam, or worse Dean, didn't seem like a very good idea. Even if she was looking for trouble. There were only 20 questions, and Tyler decided just to write out answers using common-sense. Sam never told her to do the math, and Tyler loved math, so she did it anyways. Which took her a total of almost 20 minutes.
Thankfully Sam and Dean still weren't back, and Tyler hopped out of the car. She wanted to see if the bull-frog was still in the middle of the road. It wasn't. There were woods beyond the hospital parking lot, and Tyler wanted to check them out,...
Fortunately, Sam called her name before she could make the decision, "Tyler!" She jogged to catch up with him, "What'd you find out?"
"Nothing good," Dean answered, ruffling her hair.
Tyler didn't push further, although she did want to know more, "Where to now?" Dean asked, basically burning rubber to get out of the parking lot.
"Old lady's home, I guess."
"Can we stop somewhere? I'm thirsty, and I need to use the bathroom." Tyler asked. She wanted to be back at the motel, truthfully. But it wasn't like there was anything she could do about it, so she didn't even brother trying.
"There's a gas-station up the road," Dean answered, "We'll stop there."
Tyler was relieved when they arrived at the gas-station called Exon, "Want anything?" Dean asked Sam.
"I'm good."
He nodded, and Tyler ran ahead of him inside to the bathroom. Dean sighed, and browsed around at the snacks near the bathroom until Tyler came out, "What do you want to drink?" Dean asked, leading Tyler over to the large coolers. "Hm," She mused, "This," She decided, pulling out a bottle of Snapple Tea.
"Get a snack, I don't know how long we'll be out."
"Kay," Tyler went back by the bathrooms where the snacks were, and grabbed a bag of Skinny-Pop-Popcorn.
Dean scoffed, "Like you need to be any skinnier." And Tyler scowled, "It isn't my fault. Jo's skinny too."
"You're about the size of a six year old," Dean pointed out, "Jo eats more than you," He handed a 20 dollar bill, and paid for Tyler's things.
She held onto Dean's suit jacket while they walked back to the car, "Thanks," Dean handed Tyler's the bag with her stuff, "Thanks," She murmured.
Tyler sat on top of the Impala with her bag of popcorn, and watched Dean check outside while Sam headed on in. She made no move to get off the car, and was relieved when Dean didn't make her come inside. It was warmer wherever they were, and Tyler pulled off her hoodie to reveal her V-neck T-shirt. "Ah," She took a deep breath in, and closed her eyes involuntarily.
Dang it. She didn't want to sleep today, and Dean would be mad that it was dangerous, and that someone could take her while sleeping unprotected, There wasn't exactly a lot of interesting things to watch, or anything to do, and Tyler was too comfortable to hop off the hood to do gymnastics. She yawned, "Tyler!" Dean said, from a few feet away.
And Tyler's eyes instantly snapped open, "Hm?" Dean looked her over, and lifted her off of the hood, "Why isn't your jacket on?"
She shrugged, "It was warmer here." Dean's eyes narrowed, "It's the middle of September, Tyler." He scolded, "Keep the damn jacket on."
"Sheesh," Tyler exclaimed, "It's okay, Dean," Tyler assured him, slipping her hoodie back on over her head. Dean glared at her, and Tyler smiled tentatively. "Sorry?" She offered.
"Get in the car," Dean ground out, and Tyler grabbed her stuff before doing what Dean told her too, "Kay."
Tyler watched as Dean visibly relaxed when she was safely inside the car, and Sam came outside. They talked for a few minutes in muffles voices that she couldn't hear, then got into the car, "Are we going back to the motel now?" Tyler hopefully asked.
"No. We've got some research to do at the library," Sam answered, and Tyler sighed, completely drained from spending half the day doing nothing but school work. The library was further away, and Tyler managed to fall asleep on the way, somehow slipping under the seatbelt to lay down.
"Should we leave her in here?" Dean asked, glancing at Tyler's tiny sleeping form in the backseat.
Sam nodded, "She definitely gets enough sleep." Dean snorted, "Yeah, I'd say."
They walked inside of the Cumberland County Central Library, and Dean went to work on one side, and Sam the other side. Dean sent Tyler a quick text incase she woke up.
"Text me if you wake up, I'll come out and get you. - DW" And got to work.
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AN: I've been up almost all night writing this. So, I hope you really like it! Tyler's pretty well behaved, she's gonna' be in trouble in the next chapter for the whole school work thing. I tried to make the chapter a bit longer for ya'll. But I'm falling asleep as I type. Let me know if you like it, and what you think. I love reviews, and Happy Halloween. :)