Tyler sighed. The road ahead of her was long, but the road she'd already traveled was longer. Salt Lake City, Utah. Why couldn't their hunt be a little closer? Her eyes were seemingly closing on their own and she was sure the guys in the Impala behind her were as tired as she was. Just a few more minutes, she told herself. Just a few more minutes…before I nap and crash this car! Open eyes, open! She checked her rear view mirror, to check if the Winchesters were still with her. Fortunately they were.

A 'welcome to Salt Lake City' passed her and she let one hand slip off the steering wheel in relief. Now all she had to do was find some crummy hotel and rest for a bit. Not sleep. She didn't do sleep, but a nap would be nice. She turned around the corner and drove up to the first motel she saw, the Impala coming up behind her truck.

Tyler jumped out of the pick up to get them a room, or rooms. She didn't care much at this point. She heard Sam and Dean get out of their car and follow her inside. "Sleep," Dean mumbled as he passed her and walked up to the counter. Sam gave her shoulder a little squeeze as they waited for Dean to get them the keys. Driving for 16 hours straight hadn't been such a good idea after all.

Their room was quite spacious, but dust was piling up in the corners and cobwebs hung from the wooden table in the middle of the room. Sam started sneezing as Dean threw their bags in a corner, stirring the piles of dust. As he was gasping for air, Sam noticed Tyler fidgeting with her watch. It was a strange watch; he'd already noticed it when they'd been back at Tyler's house. Not of regular make, and it looked heavier than normal watches.

He thought to ask her about it, but she'd already turned around to put her bag against the wall. There were two beds in the room and Tyler lifted her eyebrows, amused. "I guess you guys will just have to sleep together then." Both brothers started to protest, but she didn't give them any choice as she made herself comfortable on the smallest bed. "Come on, you're brothers. Sharing a bed isn't that bad."

Dean grumbled, but followed her lead and settled on the other bed. Sam attempted to do the same, but Dean raised a warning finger. "Keep your shirt on." Sam glared but was too tired to say anything or even think of some kind of witty remark. He lay down next to his big brother. "Night guys." "Night."

Sam tried to comfort the mother in front of him, by squeezing her hand. "I can't imagine how hard it must be for you." Sobbing, she told him how she'd found her son on the field out back, lifeless and cold. Sam sighed inwardly. All the other parents had told him the same story: finding their children somewhere where they'd thought they'd be safe, deprived of life. What a horrible scene for a parent to witness.

He'd been talking to the parents since early this morning, while Dean went to check on the children at the hospital and Tyler searched the lore for an answer to whatever or whoever was doing this. He turned his attention to the crying mother in front of him. "Thank you. I promise you we will do everything we can." She nodded at him and rose to show him the way out. Sam waited until he heard the door close behind him, before dialing Dean's number.

"Hello?" The gruffness of the voice on the other side made Sam smile.

"Hey Dean, it's me. All the parents tell the same story. The kids were all presumed at a safe place when they were attacked or assaulted or whatever. How's everything on your end."

"Sad. Those kids…it looks like they're dead, only their chests keep rising. There's no life in them at all. Whatever this is, we need to stop this."

"Exactly. I'm gonna check out the parents' backgrounds to see if they have something in common. Call you back when I know more."

"Aight," Dean hung up the phone and took a deep breath. It was difficult for him to look at those children. All of them around Ben's age. He didn't even want to imagine how those parents felt, seeing their children in such a horrible state. He walked back to the Impala, when he noticed Tyler leaning against the car.

He frowned. For a moment he thought he saw her pop something looking a lot like a pill. But as he looked closer, he saw the tic tac sticker on the bottle. He silently berated himself. Why would Tyler be popping pills? Yes, she'd lost her family recently, but she seemed to be coping. Not everyone is damaged like you, Dean. He raised his hand in greeting and Tyler flashed him a quick smile before coming up to him.

"Hey." She took her hands out of her pocket. "Hey, got something?" She nodded. "I think I know what we're dealing with. The Magura-Schendel." Dean frowned. Before he could ask her what the hell that was, Tyler silenced him. "Let's get Sam and I'll tell you what I know." They stepped into the Impala and drove off.

A comfortable silence hung between the two of them, as Tyler texted Sam to get back to the motel. Dean glanced at her, wondering how she could even function right now. He had heard her get up about 20 minutes after they'd all gone to bed. And she'd stayed up, for all he could tell. When he'd woken the next morning, she'd already gotten them breakfast and was doing the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked. Tyler turned to look at him – she'd be staring out of the window for some time. "Me? No, I'm used to surviving on power naps. It's kinda my thing." "Why?" She thought for a while, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "More convenient that way." Dean wasn't at all convinced by her answer, but decided to let the matter be. If she didn't want to share that with him, she had every right to keep it to herself.

They didn't even know each other that well anyways. They drove onto the parking lot of the motel, right when Sam walked over. Time to get to know more about this Magura thingy.