I haven't had any reviews, comments or messages in a couple of months now, so I have no idea if anyone is still reading my chapters…I hope for some kind of 'sign of life', so I know there are still readers.
Tyler had been sitting quietly in the back of the impala for most of the journey. Her truck wasn't starting, not even Dean could get it to start. They'd decided to abandon it, as old as it was, and had gotten their stuff from the motel. Now, they were driving. But without a destination. Sam was reading the paper in search of a hunt and Tyler was doing the same on her laptop. Dean had tried to spark up some kind of conversation, but she hadn't responded.
Sam put away the paper and sighed. "Anything?" Dean asked. "Nah. Nothing." He looked back to Tyler, who was staring intently at the screen. She had been doing so for a few minutes. "Tyler?" She didn't respond. "Tyler!" She looked up, startled. "What?" Both brothers frowned. It wasn't like her to be so absent-minded.
"Did you find anything?" She shrugged. "Maybe. Give me a few seconds." Another silence fell. She began fiddling with her watch and upon seeing that, Sam decided to finally ask about it. "So what's it about that watch?" he asked. Tyler frowned, but he could've sworn he'd seen shock in her eyes before she masked it.
"It's just a watch." "Never saw anything like it," Sam pressed. "Made it myself." He sensed he wasn't going to get any more out of her, so he turned back in his seat. Dean had been following the exchange carefully. There was something off about her. She should've been relieved that her friend was saved, but she acted like she had just received a big weight on her shoulders.
"Oh, this is definitely a job. Demon activity, in Las Vegas."
So Las Vegas it is.