The three of them watched the pyre burning, the bodies of Tyler's family going up in flames. They stood there for hours, in her backyard, just staring at the fire. A comfortable silence hung in the air. Tyler was the first to walk away, moving to her pickup truck. Sam and Dean followed her. "So, what have you decided to do?" Sam asked. Tyler sighed, glanced at the pyre and sighed again. "Revenge isn't going to bring them back. I'll just continue the way I've always done things. Man up and move on."

"That's a good motto," Dean remarked with a smile on his face. This brought a watery smile on Tyler's face. She leaned against the pickup after she threw her bag in. "What are you going to do now? Hunt this Crowley?" The Winchesters shook their heads. It was no use to go after the King of Hell right now. He'd just make them go in circles. "We're not sure."

Tyler nodded in understanding. "Well, I know what I'm going to do: hunt. That is after all, what I do best." The brothers grinned. "Feel like hunting together for a while? You know, till we all figure out what to do next," Sam asked.

She had to think about that for a while. After all, how well did she really know them? Sure their father was a friend of The General and John had always been kind to them when he came to visit. She'd even accompanied him on a hunt or two. And Sam and Dean looked to be nice people…well, nice enough for hunters. They were good people, that she knew.

But them being good people didn't mean she could trust them. She looked at the Winchesters and they looked at her in turn. Who was she kidding? These guys averted the Apocalypse, for God's sake! Who else to trust? "I guess that arrangement isn't so bad," she eventually said. Dean clapped his hands. "That's settled then. Let's go find a motel and a case."

Sam and Dean stepped into the Impala, while Tyler drove her pickup into town. They followed her to a cheap motel. "The Pink Duck? Really?" Dean said as he looked up at the neon sign. "Hey, it's a motel. It's supposed to be tacky." Tyler walked to the counter, waiting for the clerk to notice her. After finishing the page of the newspaper he was reading, he finally turned to her.

"Whatcha want?" He shot a gobble of spit to the right; it landed precisely in a jar he had put there for spitting purposes. Sam made a face and Dean turned around in disgust. Tyler cleared her throat. "A room." The clerk looked at the three of them for a long time, spat again and grabbed a key. "I don't know how y'all swing, but make too much noise and you're outta here!"

Tyler thought about commenting on that, then thought better of it and just grabbed the key and walked off. "I'll go get us some food," Sam said as he walked out, the clerk's gaze on him. Dean just slipped past the balding man and searched out the room. Tyler had left the door unlocked – she was rummaging through the mini fridge – and he walked in. She turned around as she heard him come in.

"Where's Sam?" Dean sat down on the bed. "Out looking for food." Tyler tossed him a beer and sipped on hers. Dean looked around the room. There were two beds: one single near the window and the twin beds he was sitting on. The wallpaper was a brownish green and the view from the window was a wall of red bricks. Not the best motel room he'd ever slept in, but then again it was a lot cheaper than most.

"The room's…nice." Tyler lifted her left eyebrow a little, before grinning and downing her beer. "Nice wasn't the word I'd use. But I've seen worse." She grabbed her bag and pulled out a mini laptop. She turned it on. Time to look for a supernatural creature to hunt. Before long, she settled on the floor against the wall, looking through countless of newspaper articles.

Tyler was concentrating so hard on what she was doing, she didn't even notice Dean settling next to her, his beer still in his hand as he peered over her shoulder. She only noticed it when she turned to the side as she heard Sam knock on the door - because she head butted Dean in the process. "Sorry!" Tyler put her laptop on the floor and examined his head. Dean smiled and pushed her hands away gently, as he went to open the door for Sam.

Only…it wasn't Sam at the door.