Sam walked before the others, approaching the house silently and slowly. They couldn't afford to alert the demons just yet. He crouched beside one of the windows and saw the other two duck as well. He waited for his heart to start beating regularly again; it had quickened its pace noticeably. He looked at Dean and Tyler, who signaled they were ready to go whenever he gave the word. Sam took a deep breath, placed his finger on the trigger of his gun and hopped up.
Glass broke, splinters prickling his face, and his throat closed. He opened his eyes, but only had a moment to see the hand enclosed around his throat before he was pulled through the glass. "Sam!" he heard his brother scream. He hit the ground hard, tasting blood. He had bitten his lip as he came into contact with the ground.
His vision was hazy; he could only see shades moving around. He recognized Dean's figure and heard shots fired. He struggled to get up when a hand grabbed his shirt. He tried to get away, but the shade was too strong. "Sam, Sam it's me!"
Sam looked up and as his vision cleared he recognized Tyler. He shook his head to clear it. "You alright?" He nodded and got up. And was thrown into a massive brawl. There were demons everywhere. They were in over their heads.
Tyler ducked behind a blow, hooked her foot behind a chair to lift it and used it to bludgeon the demon in front of her. He went down, but surged right back up. Of course, they don't die that easily. She leaped to her right, narrowly avoiding being skewered by another who had snuck up on her from behind with the hall stand. She landed heavily on her side, but out of reach of the two demons.
Two shots were fired and the demons went down. She turned around, nodding her thanks to Dean. Sam was in a bit of a struggle, his head probably still a bit wobbly. A scream sounded from behind. Tyler turned just in time to see Dean fighting with a child demon while a demon possessing an elderly man came at her. She would have laughed at the sight if it hadn't been a life threatening situation.
The elderly demon came at her at full speed, she had no time to get up. So she didn't. As he jumped at her, she lifted her legs and kicked hard. He went flying through the wall. Another shot was fired behind her and Sam had finally freed himself from the other demon. He was stabbing it with a knife dripping with holy water.
Dean shouted at his younger brother to stop, they needed at least one demon alive. Sam heeded his words and turned to them. Tyler was resting on one knee. There was still the elderly demon to deal with. Sam bound the wounded demon to a chair. He didn't notice the two smoldering black eyes that appeared behind him.
Dean and Tyler did. Dean screamed, but he could already see the butcher knife closing in on his little brother. He froze in fear. Sam turned around, alerted by the warning in his brother's voice. He saw the butcher knife, the blood lust in the demon's eyes and the horrible grin on his face. And then his world was suddenly upside down.
He fell, avoiding being beheaded but only so slightly. Sam looked up at the demon, whose forehead was now decorated with a bullet hole. He looked back at Dean and Tyler, who had two hands full of carpet. Sam instantly understood what had happened. As the demon attacked, Tyler had seen an opportunity and yanked out the carpet from under his feet. A good move, otherwise his head would have been rolling on the ground right now. He nodded his thanks to Tyler.
They all got up and walked over to the other demon, now struggling against his bonds. Sam kicked him in the nuts, as Dean drew a devil's trap around the man. It was the same burly man that had almost knocked Tyler over on the street. The three of them stood in a loose circle around him, just watching.
Then Dean spoke. "Why did Crowley send you guys here? To kill us?" The demon kept quiet. Sam uncorked a bottle of holy water. "Are you sure you want to do it this way?" he asked the demon. Before the demon could answer, he threw the holy water in his face. The demon screamed. But besides that he said nothing.
Sam and Dean tried to provoke him, in more ways than one. But the demon wouldn't budge. Tyler was getting goose bumps. Not because of the torture, but because the demon kept his eyes on her. No matter what, his eyes didn't stray from hers. It was creepy. Dean saw it too and he'd had enough. "Sam, exorcise him."
Sam nodded and began reciting in Latin. The demon writhed and struggled but to no avail. He would soon be ripped out of this body. He held on, but the pull was too strong. Just before he let go, he smiled at Tyler and said: "We know you. You will suffer." Then he was gone. Dean turned to Tyler, whose face was a mask. We know you? What the hell is that supposed to mean? He knew he wasn't going to get an answer from her.
Tyler was still looking at the demon impassively when she said: "Well…this hunt failed miserably." Sam seemed to shrink, his disappointment unhidden. "Let's go back." Tyler and Sam walked out first, with a very thoughtful Dean behind them.
The drive back to Tyler's house was a quiet one, each of them left to their own thoughts. That's why, when they arrived at the house, they didn't notice the flames at first. Nor the firemen or the police. Only until they got out of the car did they realize what was going on. The house was burning down!