Tyler didn't know how long she sat in the Impala, staring at the flames in disbelief. This can't be happening. She slowly became aware of someone repeating her name again and again. She looked to her side, locked eyes with Sam, who was talking to her. But she didn't hear anything he was saying. Before she knew it, she was up and running, not caring whether or not the Winchesters followed her.
You will suffer. That's what the demon had said. She hadn't taken him seriously, had thought he was bluffing. Because there was no reason he would hold a grudge against her. She didn't know him. They had never met before. Please let them be okay. Don't let them be dead! She rushed past the firemen and the police, dodged Dean and outran Sam.
They have to be okay. They have to be! I can't lose them! Tyler hadn't realized she had slowed down. She looked at the place her feet had taken her. Six white sheets, covering still forms. No. She reached down to reveal what was under the first sheet, but she didn't actually have to. She already knew. No. No. No. NO! She felt tears coming up, but forced them back. Crying wouldn't solve anything. It never did.
Everyone around me keeps dying. The demon was right after all: I will suffer. As I have been since I was born. Tyler clenched her fists, feeling her nails penetrating the flesh of her hands and the tears of blood slowly sliding down her arms. She turned away and walked into the wasteland behind their house.
Sam and Dean watched Tyler walk away from the bodies of her family members. Sam moved in her direction but Dean grabbed him by the arm. "She wants to be alone for a while." Sam looked at his brother, before nodding and stepping back. They walked to the police officer, who was making his way to them. He took off his hat as his eyes strayed to the bodies.
"Tragedy, that it," he said. The two brothers nodded gravely. "Do you know how the fire started?" Dean asked. The officer returned his hat to its rightful place as he said: "It looks like it just started out of nowhere. No bad wiring, no cigarettes lying around, no gas smell." The Winchesters looked at each other in alarm.
The demon had said Tyler would suffer. Was this what he had meant? But how could he have known this? Unless- "Friends of young Tyler?" the officer asked. "Yeah. Our father knew The General." "Take good care of that child, would you. She's had a quite eventful and painful life so far." The officer left and made his way to his car. Sam and Dean sighed.
Dean nudged Sam and together they went to look for Tyler. They found her, furiously digging in the earth. They watched as she jumped down in the hole and began tugging at something. At length, a large bag appeared. Tyler climbed out of the hole. She hoisted the bag on her left shoulder and turned. She saw Sam and Dean, standing in front of the old pickup truck. "Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"Hunting." She attempted to walk past them, but Dean stopped her. "Hunt what?" "All I know is my family is dead and someone needs to pay." Dean grabbed her arm. "Let go of me, Dean." But he wouldn't budge.
"Tyler, listen to me. Sam and I, we know what you're going through right now. But you shouldn't let the hate blind you. You need to give your family an appropriate goodbye. And then, if you still want to hunt, we will. Together."
Tyler looked at him, surprise in her eyes. Sam stepped forward. "We know how hard it is, to lose everything you love. We can be your family, if you'd let us." She looked at Sam, then her shoulders sagged. For a while, no one said anything. "I'll need some help building the pyre," Tyler said at last. Sam and Dean shot each other a glance before putting their arms around Tyler. The three of them walked back to the house.