Dean wasted no more time and hooked his finger behind his belt, grabbing for his gun. But before he could pull it out, Tyler restrained him. "What are you doing? You can't just shoot a gun in the middle of the street!" She was right. That would be a bad idea. He relaxed, causing Tyler to let go of his hand and looked at his younger brother.
This was going to turn into either a stalking session or a stake-out. Sam hoped it would be the first, because he wasn't in the mood to spend the entire day in the car. They started walking, carefully so the burly man didn't notice their stalking, their hands never far from their weapons. He didn't seem to suspect anything.
It was going well. Which meant something would go wrong. And soon. Sam had no idea why he thought that, but he just did. And he turned out to be right. Dark clouds packed together, the sky turning grey and depressing. "Well, that isn't good. It's probably going to-" Tyler was cut off as it started raining really hard, soaking them instantly. "Rain…" she added after a pause.
The rain was definitely not natural; all three of them sensed that. Great. They continued stalking the man, who seemed in no hurry and oblivious to the rain. Sam suddenly slipped on a half-eaten bagel someone had just thrown away. This distracted Tyler and Dean, who both moved forward to help him. He had regained his balance again, but the damage was already done. The supernatural guy was gone.
Dean sighed and was willing to give up for the day, Tyler looked this way and that and Sam was trying to scrape the remains of the bagel off his shoe. "Maybe we should just give up," Dean started. "No, we are so close. Let's just continue," Sam replied. Dean sneezed before he asked: "And how are you planning to do that?"
"Would you guys shut up?" Tyler said, irritably. They both turned to her, to tell her to shut up herself, but they stopped. She was leaning against a street lantern, her eyes closed. "What are you-" "Shhh!" Tyler took a deep breath and focused, not on her surroundings but on her supernatural senses within. They tingled faintly. She knew she would be able to find the burly guy again, if only she could 'turn it back on'.
Sam and Dean looked at each other and frowned. A silence fell between them. For a while, not one of them moved, only to let other people pass. Slowly, the day passed and still nothing happened. Sam checked his watch. It was getting late. Dean was watching Tyler. She was so still, she almost looked like a statue or a painting. Her chest was rising, the only thing telling him she was alive.
Her long black hair was clinging to her back, her hands folded across her breasts creating what he'd like to call a 'thinking pose'. Her lips were full and her figure was slim, athletic. Her legs, wrapped in dark jeans, were long. Her buttocks firm and well shaped, her- Wait, why is my mind wandering? Dean shook himself. At that exact time, Tyler shuddered as if she just awoke and her eyes shot open.
She turned to the guys, smiled and said: "I found him." The brothers grinned. "Lead the way." Tyler started running, and the guys followed. It was hard to keep up with her, Sam thought. Maybe it was their age, but she seemed to outrun them pretty easily. She looked back, not breaking her stride. "Come on, you guys. You're like a bunch of slugs!"
Now their pride was wounded. They had no choice to speed up; she just implied they couldn't keep up! Sam, Dean and Tyler raced each other, forgetting the burly supernatural guy for a while. She had that effect on them. Tyler ran around the corner, coming to an abrupt halt. Sam and Dean avoided slamming into her just in time. They all looked up.
A house that had been put up for sale. Which meant it was empty. Which meant all kinds of nasty things could lurk in there. "He's in there?" Dean asked. Tyler nodded. "No use in waiting, let's go." Three pairs of hands went to the concealed weapons they'd brought, three pairs of eyes focusing on the house in front of them. It was time to get some answers.