Dean yawned and stretched as he woke slowly. The sunlight penetrated the thin curtains of Tyler's room. He sat up and took a deep breath. The house was practically silent, except for the muted whispers coming from downstairs. Jet and Tyler, if he judged the voices right. He got up and made the bed. He opened the door in the corner – he had found the bathroom by accident yesterday – and walked in. He had dreamed of Cas and betrayal.

He sighed and turned on the shower as he undressed. The warm water running down his body caused him to grow more relaxed. He forced Cas from his mind. He couldn't do anything for his friend at this moment. But there was something else he and Sam could do. They could hunt the demons in town. There had to be more than one demon sent by Crowley. He might hate Crowley and all he stands for, but the master of Hell knew his business.

There was no way Crowley would send one meager demon after them. He thought about last night. Tyler had been really hurt. Because of them. That was how life worked for the Winchesters. People always got hurt because of them. He sighed again and turned off the water. In a flash he remembered how Tyler had killed that demon. How had she done that? Was there a spell on the blade she had used? He knew she herself had no idea how she'd done it. That much was clear.

Dean got dressed and walked out into the hall. He opened the door to Keanah's room and checked on Sam. Sam was asleep. Good. Ever since the wall between him and his memories broke, he sleeps fitfully. Dean went downstairs. Jet and Tyler had their backs to him as they sat on the couch, playing videogames. Jet's head rested on her shoulder and they were slinging verbal abuse each other's way in soft voices. Dean smiled inwardly.

Maybe Ben would've been like that - if he and Lisa had gotten a child. Ben would've loved a sibling. A stab of pain forced him out of his fantasy. That chapter was gone now. Ben and Lisa had no memory of him. No supernatural creature or force would go after them now. It didn't matter it felt like his heart had been ripped out. They were safe. And his only chance at a normal life was gone. Dean clenched his jaw while at the same time, Jet chose that moment to turn around.

"Hey Dean. Up already?" Tyler turned as well, before turning back and sneakily beating Jet's fighting character. Jet got distracted by the noise and turned back. "Dude, not fair." Tyler stood up, that familiar crooked smile on her face again and said: "Life isn't fair." She walked straight, like there wasn't anything wrong with her. Dean walked with her to the kitchen.

"How's that wound?" he asked softly, unsure if she had told Jet about what happened. She lifted her shirt a little, as she opened the fridge. He glanced at her side. The wound was healing fast. Way too fast. He looked up again, one eyebrow raised. "I heal quickly," Tyler said, explaining nothing further. "Cereal?" Dean nodded and sat down at the table. Jet joined them as soon as he heard Tyler putting down the bowls.

Sam was halfway through getting dressed when the door swung open and Keanah walked in. "Oh, Sam! I totally forgot you were in here!" she said. But she was so obviously checking his naked upper body out, Sam grinned. "Yeah, right." Keanah made her way downstairs quickly, but not without checking him out one more time. Sam shook his head and smiled. She really what she wants. He put on his shirt and followed her down.

He had called Bobby yesterday, just before he went to bed. Bobby hadn't heard from or about Cas or Crowley. But he too had been visited by a demon. Exorcised it of course. Good old Bobby. Sam was glad the old man hadn't been too shaken by Castiel's betrayal. But then, Bobby never was as close as they were to Cas. As Dean was. Sam watched his brother roughhousing with the younger boys. Dean would've made a good father. If only he could've had the chance.

"Good morning everyone," he said as he sat down next to Avalon. She pushed a bowl of cereal his way. He accepted it with a nod. Keanah was looking at him, fiercely. Like she wanted to eat him. "So, Sam. Do you work out? Because that's one helluva six pack," she said, seductively. Jet made a vomiting sound and Tyler dropped her spoon in her unfinished cereal with a face dripping of annoyance and disgust.

"Seriously Keanah? You want to make your move on Sam while we're eating?" Avalon berated her older sister. Dean, drawn by the nature of the conversation, sat back down at the table, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother. Keanah batted her eyelashes innocently and said: "What? I'm just making conversation?" Tyler got up and threw away her cereal. "Don't you have a boyfriend somewhere on campus?"

"Don't hate the player, hate the game, Ty." Tyler rolled her eyes. "Go. Get. Don't you guys have school or something?" The others got up and made ready to go to school. Jet went over to Tyler, and waited for the others to walk to the pickup truck. "Need me to stay home?" he asked, looking pointedly at her side. She shook her head.

"Nah. You'll make the popular girls wonder where their favorite heartthrob disappeared to." Jet grinned, kissed her on top of her head and went out. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Awfully affectionate isn't he?" Tyler shrugged. "He lost his dad and older sister to demons. I guess I remind him of her." Sam and Dean nodded in understanding.

Tyler grabbed a chair, reversed it and sat down. "So, I've been thinking. It's probably safe to say that demon wasn't the only in town." "Yeah, I thought the same thing," Dean said. "Let's go hunting then." Sam frowned in surprise. "You want to come with? But what about your wound?" Tyler smiled. "What wound?" Dean stood up.

"You sure about this?" he asked her. Tyler nodded. "Then I say: let's go." He walked out, followed suit by Sam and Tyler. He opened the trunk of the Impala, the weaponry causing Tyler to whistle. "Nice."