Tyler walked the street, shivering. I should've brought a coat. She hugged herself in an attempt to stay warm, but to no avail. She wondered if she should go back to the motel – Sam must've been asleep by now. And she needed to take her pills. It had been almost two months since she last took them. The effects were already starting to show.
She stopped at a vending machine, contemplating buying a drink. But she changed her mind and strode back to the room. She could just make herself some hot chocolate or a cup of tea. She shuddered as she closed the door behind her, the warmth of the room surprising her. Sam and Dean were sound asleep.
Steadily Tyler searched her bag for her pills, finally locating them in one of the many pockets of her coat. She didn't remember putting them there. Oh wait, I did this morning. I took one before meeting with Dean. She quickly downed three more. Since Sam was now occupying her bed, she slid down against the wall and made herself comfortable on the floor. It would be a long night, and she was going to be awake the entire time.
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Dean woke up with a start: he'd been dreaming about Cas again. He sat up and saw his younger brother lying in Tyler's bed. And Tyler was sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs, deeply engrossed in the book she was reading. Her eyes flicked to him for a few seconds and she nodded at him before turning back to her eggs.
Dean hurried to brush his teeth and take a quick shower, before joining Tyler at the table. Sam was still asleep. He saw a chance as she put down her fork to turn a page and stole some of her eggs. "Hey, those are mine!" He smirked and swallowed the food. "Tastes good, made it yourself?" Tyler tried to get the fork back from him, but settled for spearing the pieces of egg with her knife as she nodded.
She looked over at Sam and said: "He must have been really tired, huh?" Dean turned to look at Sam and smirked. He grabbed another forkful of eggs. "Well, more for me then." Tyler thought of hogging the plate, but decided against it. She was full anyway. "Help yourself," she pushed her plate toward him. She watched Dean eat the rest of her breakfast in an incredibly fast pace. Damn, he should enter eating contests.
Dean felt Tyler watching him and gradually became more self-aware. He slowed his pace and chewed a lot more before swallowing. He noticed her noticing it and lifting an eyebrow before going back to her book. He smiled inwardly. Most women would be slightly disgusted but not her. She just accepted it. Accepted him. If Sam had been awake, he would definitely have called him out on his eating habits.
They both turned at the sound of Sam groaning. He turned over in his sleep, pulling the blanket even further over his head. "He's not having a 'happy dream', is he?" Tyler asked. Dean shrugged. "Oh god, I hope not." Dean barked out a laugh as he saw her face. It was time to wake Sammy up.