Since they were staying over, Dean was given Tyler's room. And Sam was staying in Keanah's room, who had actually suggested they share the room, before smiling innocently and bunking down with her younger sister Avalon. "So where will you sleep?" Dean had asked Tyler. She'd given him a strange look and replied: "I don't sleep."

Now Dean was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling on which was painted a devil's trap. Something had woken him. He didn't know what. He got up and made his way to the door. He slowly opened it and stole a glance at the hallway. Nothing moved. This reassured him a bit and he went back to bed.

Tyler came out of the shadows near the door. She'd almost woken Dean up, but was sure to be more careful this time. She had forgotten to get something from her room, before he had 'moved in'. Silently, she sneaked past his sleeping form, opened her top drawer and snatched the small golden studs. Quietly she made her way back to the hallway.

She'd pierced her left ear when she was sixteen and bought two golden studs. One in remembrance of her father and the other in remembrance of her mother. Though she had no clear memories of them or any other adults from her previous life, she felt she had to honor them. They had been the ones to bring her to the earth. And they had been the ones giving their lives so she could live.

Tyler shook her head, to clear her mind of all things negative. She grabbed her baseball jacket and the machine gun, and went outside. She swung over the fence and positioned herself comfortably on one of the posts. Like always, Tyler kept watch. She'd started at age fourteen when she found out she could go on for weeks, on only two hours of napping once in a while. The General hadn't acquired the sleeping pills for her back then. And since, she only had a small stash left; she had only used them sporadically. Since she turned 25, she hadn't used them at all.

The night was silent, only disturbed by rustles of the leaves and grass. Nocturnal animals scurried past her. When Sam had asked her if The General was her father, it had felt like a slap in the face. Truth is, she had wanted to give him an affirmative answer. She's had a fully functioning father-daughter relationship with The General – beside the fact that he couldn't stress the fact they were a pack, not a family. A pack of highly trained soldiers. Tyler smiled unconsciously. Kind of like Dark Angel.

Tyler had played along, never calling him father or dad or pa. And he had never referred to any of them as his sons or daughters. She had known though. They'd all known. And once, he had slipped up. The day he died, the day he stepped upon that mine she should have known would be there, he had told her to take care of her brothers and sisters. A cruel thing to say, that was. Cruel it had been as well, telling her to make a run for it.

If he hadn't ordered her to do so, she would have stayed. She might have found a way around the mine. She might have disabled it. But both of them knew that chance was small. And if she had died there, with him, she would have left Keanah to take care of the rest. She had no doubt Keanah could have done it; she was only two years younger than Tyler.

And she would have done a better job too. Tyler had carried on the way The General had raised them; like soldiers. Like warriors. Keanah would have raised them like a family. "Well, damaged goods like me wouldn't able to raise a good family anyway. Too messed up," Tyler thought out loud. A chill suddenly spread and she sat up, alert once again.

She had no idea what it was, but it was supernatural alright. And powerful. Her eyes darted to all her checkpoints before focusing on the house. She frowned. Was it especially clear tonight or were her eyes getting better at adjusting to the dark. For a moment there, she thought she could actually see inside her bedroom clearly.

Tyler pushed that thought away. It'd be impossible for her to see that far. Then she felt it. Whatever supernatural force or creature it was, it was making its way towards her. It came to her from behind. Tyler cursed under her breath, but didn't move. She gave nothing away. To anyone it would seem she was focusing on the house, with all her might. The rounds in her machine gun were filled with salt and formed of silver, she had made it herself.

But salt didn't kill, it just stopped supernatural stuff. And silver only worked on some creatures. She silently berated herself for not going outside with more weapons. And then it was upon her, clawing in her side. She turned with speed and fired off some rounds into whatever it was. Tyler was thrown against the tree, all the air forced out of her lungs.

It was a man. Or something pretending to be a man. He was stocky and short, looking nothing like the kind of man who could've thrown her like that. Tyler got up. A vampire? Werewolf? Shape shifter? She cursed again, out loud this time. Not a werewolf or shape shifter. The silver bullets would have killed it. He came at her, his speed too big for his stature.

Tyler tried to lunge to the right, but her side wouldn't cooperate. She was losing too much blood. The pain she didn't even acknowledge. For some reason, pain didn't affect her as much as it did regular people. She eyed her machine gun, lying on her left. The man read her intentions and grabbed her by the throat. Slamming her into the tree and throttling her.

Then she saw, and she knew. Demon. His eyes were as black as night, and would've been impossible for her to see if he hadn't been so damn pale. Suddenly shots were fired and the demon veered away. Tyler slid to the ground as she watched Sam and Dean fire round after round into the demon. Of course, this didn't actually help. They were using regular guns.

The demon spoke then, as he said: "Winchesters, I've been looking for you." A silence fell. The demon laughed eerily. "My master wants you dead. His angel friend betrayed him, so the deal not to touch you is off." Angel friend? Tyler had no idea what he was talking about. Sam and Dean did. Cas. Sam felt anger shoot through him. Crowley. Crowley had sent his demon lackeys after them.

Dean reached for the colt, only to realize it was still in the house. He'd left it on Tyler's nightstand. "Son of a bitch." Sam struggled with the demon trying to knife him while Dean tried to remember the Latin spell to exorcise the bastard. They had no time to interrogate him, Sam was slowly losing ground and Tyler was sitting in front of the tree, bleeding away.

Then he remembered the spell, and began the incantation, when Tyler was suddenly beside the demon. She had her dagger in her hand. What was she doing? Demons couldn't be killed with a normal blade. Tyler stabbed the demon at the back of the neck viciously. The demon screamed. And died.

Sam and Dean looked at Tyler, who seemed just as surprised as them. She looked at the dagger, then looked at them and sagged to the ground. They ran to her. Tyler was okay, her eyes a little unfocussed, but alright. They needed to stop the bleeding though. "I'm fine," she said, as she slowly pushed herself from the ground. On unsteady legs, she walked back to the house, Sam and Dean following suit.