They entered the house. Dean now had to support Tyler, who was constantly in and out of consciousness. He attempted to sit her down, but her eyes snapped open and she stumbled to the kitchen. She rummaged into the drawers, stopping every few times to get her body to do what her mind told it to do.
She found thread and a needle and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Sam and Dean immediately understood what she was going to do. The water was to replenish her blood and the tread and needle were to close her wound. "Here, let me do it," Sam said as she flopped down on one of the chairs.
"It's alright, I can handle it," Tyler protested, but conceded as she saw how much her hand shook with concentration. She wouldn't be able to sow her wound shut in the state she was in. Sam took the tread and needle from her and began to sow the wound shut while Tyler drank her water. Dean frowned at how well she was taking it, almost like she didn't actually feel the pain and asked her: "Don't you want something stronger? I have a couple of beers in the car."
Tyler stopped drinking for a second. "I'm used to this, but a cold beer sounds nice all the same." Dean walked out to get the beers. Sam finished up and cut the thread. "There. All done." Tyler nodded her thanks as Sam sat down on a chair opposite her. Together they waited for Dean to come back. When he did, he handed both of them a beer and they all took a silent swig.
"So, what was all that about an angel? You're not going to tell me they really exist," Tyler said. The Winchesters looked at each other and shrugged. They'd gotten her involved already, so they might as well tell her. "They do exist. But, if you want to hear the story, you'll have to sit tight. It's a long story and you need to hear it from the beginning," Dean said.
Tyler shifted and winced. "I'm not going anywhere." Sam took a deep breath and began telling her all about their lives, starting from the day their mother had died and their father became obsessed with hunting. Tyler listened silently, only interrupting the story to ask a question now and again as the two brothers told their story. When they finished, they looked at her, waiting for her to speak.
It took her a while to gather her thoughts. "So this Cas- I mean Castiel – he's God now?" Sam spoke. "No. I doubt God would be so full of himself. Cas is still an angel, a powerful one though. He smoked an archangel. That's no small feat." Tyler chewed on her bottom lip.
"What are you going to do? Try to save him from himself?" This question hit them hard. Especially Dean. Truth be told, he wanted to do that with all his heart. Cas was family now, like Bobby. And the Winchesters would go through Hell and back for their family. But he couldn't. Because he didn't know how to save him.
Sam recognized his brother's brooding mood and answered for him. "We keep on hunting. Until we find a solution to the problem." Tyler nodded thoughtfully. Then she stood up. "Well, I'm beat. So, I suggest we all try to get some shut-eye." Sam and Dean got up as well. "I thought you didn't sleep?" The left corner of Tyler's mouth lifted, forming a crooked smile.
"Only when I'm hurt." They all went upstairs, Sam going to Keanah's room and Dean going to Tyler's. Tyler herself made her way to Jet's room. "See you Winchesters tomorrow."