Sam walked up to the Impala as Dean and Tyler got out. He smiled inwardly as the way they walked up to him reminded him that they were actually quite alike. They carried themselves in the same way – confident and suave. "So, what did you find out?" he asked as they closed the door of their room behind them. "We are hunting a Magura-Schendel," Tyler said.
"A what?" Sam sat down on the bed as Dean opened the fridge and rummaged around, looking for something to drink. "A Magura-Schendel. In Jewish culture, people believed there was this shape shifting monster, who came out at night to devour the souls of little children. It's supposed to live under the sands of Israel, but…it seems like this may be it. How did the kids look to you, Dean?"
Dean thought for a while. "Those kids did seem…lifeless. Their eyes were empty." Tyler nodded, as he confirmed her suspicion. Sam frowned. "But wait. You said the Magura-Schendel devours the kids' souls. So…even if we kill it, their souls are lost." A silence fell. "We won't be able to help the kids already affected, but we might save some it hasn't touched yet," Tyler said as she fidgeted with her watch.
Sam sighed. Those poor kids. He got up and took the beer Dean handed him. "Well, we know what we have to do then. Hunt this damn Magura-Schendel." Tyler hopped on the counter, turning to the Winchester brothers. "The lore says it lives under sand. So, we look for sand I guess." Soon, they were busy looking for places with sand.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when Sam turned off his laptop. Midnight. Freaking midnight! Dean was already out; lying sprawled on the bigger bed while Tyler was still peering over the books she'd gotten from the library that morning. The way to kill a Margura-Schendel had to be in there. She looked up as he put away his laptop. "You should get some sleep."
He nodded and stretched. "You should too." Tyler raised her left eyebrow. "I don't sleep, remember?" "Right. I forgot." They switched places as Sam crawled next to Dean, slowly but carefully rolled his brother on his side to create room for himself. Tyler sighed and closed her book, opting to turn off the lights to help the others sleep. She searched for her mini flashlight, to continue reading about the monster they were hunting.
Sam couldn't sleep. Dean was grumbling in his sleep and kept edging closer to him, which made Sam move ever closer to the bed's edge. Dean smelled of booze. Sam turned around and saw Tyler trying to read a book with the light of a small flashlight. She crunched up her face, trying to make sense of the words with so little light. He sat up.
"Why are you still up?" Tyler asked quietly. "Can't sleep. Dean's hogging the bed." Tyler smiled and closer her book, rubbing her eyes. "At least he's sleeping," Sam said, mostly to himself. But she overheard and looked at him questioningly. How should he explain it to her? That Dean hadn't been sleeping well ever since coming back from Hell, and especially after Cas betrayed them.
"After Hell he…didn't sleep for weeks. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. And after Cas…well, he has been napping more than sleeping. Or drinking himself into a drunken stupor." Tyler cocked her head a little as she sat down on her bed, cross-legged. "Cas was our friend. But he and Dean, they had a really strong bond, you know? Because Cas raised him from Hell."
"I can only imagine," Tyler said. "And then having to say goodbye to Ben and Lisa, the only chance he had for a real family. It broke something in him." Tyler rubbed her neck as she said "Well, you need your sleep as well, so you can have my bed. " Sam started to protest, but Tyler had already jumped off the bed. "Stop objecting grumpy. I'm going out for a walk." She walked out.