Dean drove the Impala into the small town, Sam and Tyler in the back. She had brought a game console and was teaching his younger brother how the game worked. Sam was concentrating hard on the controls as she explained, his brow furrowing. Dean watched them through his rearview mirror and smiled inwardly.
He hadn't seen Sam so relaxed in over a month. Funny, Tyler seemed to have that effect on both of them. He couldn't remember a time where he had been so at ease. Not even when they'd been but little boys – they were always travelling with their father, always moving around. Not a place to call home since their house in Lawrence burned down, taking their mother from them.
Tyler brought them a valuable thing - a sense of normality. And yet she also brought excitement and surprise to their lives. The last thing they'd expected when they broke into her house was to find a fellow hunter taking care of a big family, working odd jobs – legal or otherwise – and yet have such a laid-back attitude towards life.
They'd only met her two days ago and yet he felt like he'd known her for years. Despite her badass demeanor, she was in general very approachable and likeable. Unless she didn't like you, of course. Dean could image her kicking someone's ass if that person even looked at her in a way she didn't fancy. He parked the Impala and got out, followed suit by Tyler and Sam.
Now, where to start looking? Sam chewed on the inside of his cheek. This wasn't like a regular case. There were no omens, no accidents that looked too much like murder, no urban legends to research. They already knew what they were after, but how would they find them? He popped the trunk. The guys grabbed their favorite playthings and holy water.
Dean handed the Colt to Sam, who hooked it behind his belt. Tyler has her own gun and dagger, hidden behind her baseball jacket. "So, where do you want to start looking?" she asked. Sam and Dean looked around. "I have no clue. Don't you sense anything?" Sam asked. Tyler shot him an amused glance before replying: "it's not an exact science, dude. I can't just turn it on and off." She began to walk towards the shops.
"Besides, I usually go with my gut feeling anyway." Sam grinned and followed her, nudging Dean. They walked past many houses and stores, but they got nothing. Sam even put the IMF to work, but it didn't react. Then they saw something they didn't expect. "Maybe, we should check this out," Dean said. Sam was eagerly nodding. Tyler looked from the guys to the building and back, rolling her eyes.
"Seriously?" she said, one eyebrow raised. Dean licked his lips as Sam said: "Yeah. I'm getting a gut feeling right now." They went in quickly, leaving Tyler on the street, forgotten. "You're getting a feeling, alright."
Sparsely clothed girls lead the guys to a table close to the dancing redhead in the corner. A strip club, in this unexcited town? It's like finding a pearl in a sea of crap! Sam shifted in his chair, watching a pretty brunette replace the redhead. He glanced at his brother who was completely into her interpretive dance. He turned his focus back to the girl. Man, she was really good! Those swaying hips kept him enchanted.
A blond girl came over to ask what they wanted to drink. "What can I get you gentlemen?" Dean forced his attention away from the dancing girl and gave her their order. He watched her leave and as he turned back, he was met with such a sight that he almost fell out of his chair. Tyler. She was seated next to him, her nose in a book.
"Tyler!" he exclaimed, startling Sam and causing Tyler to look up from her book. "What?" she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "How long have you been sitting here?" "I've been here the entire time." Sweat started trickling down Sam's neck. She had seen them staring at these strippers?
Tyler smirked. "Oh yeah. I saw you guys drooling over these girls. Sad, really." Dean made a protesting sound, but was cut off by Tyler getting up. "So, satisfied your gut feeling?" she asked. "Can we go back to hunting then please?" The guys didn't know how fast they had to get off their chairs and back onto the street. Awkward!
Once back outside, they carried on walking in silence. None of them knew how to proceed. How to find a demon that doesn't want to be found? A burly man walked into Tyler and told her to watch it as she stumbled. Sam screamed something back at the man, but Tyler didn't hear what he said. She was staring at the man, almost squinting. "Dean! That's him! He's messing up my senses, he's definitely supernatural!"