As she got off at the bus stop, the big frame of Missouri was a welcome sight. She smiled at Tyler, before engulfing her in a bear hug. "Well, come in child. We have a lot to do tonight," she said as she led Tyler to her house. Inside, Bobby was waiting for them, a glass filled till its rim with whiskey. He didn't say anything, but nodded at her. Tyler took a deep breath. This was it. Tonight, she would enter Purgatory to find the angel. Whether they would survive and come back, she didn't know.
"Lie down," Missouri said as she ushered Tyler and Bobby into the bedroom. Tyler did as she was told, after taking off her jacket and putting down her bags. Bobby sat down in a chair close to the wall. "Are you sure about this, Tyler?" he asked. Tyler thought about it for a while. Was she ready? This could turn into a suicide mission very quickly. But for some reason, the thought of the angel Castiel being all alone in Purgatory, home of monsters, didn't sit well with her. If she was in there, she would want someone to get her out.
To save her. So that was what she would do. Save him. If she could. "I'm sure." Bobby took a swig of his whiskey and remained quiet. He had tried to talk her out of it many times. Missouri too. Tyler was too headstrong to be swayed now that the time had come. He wasn't a man who prayed but for her he sent a short prayer into space, hoping it would reach the Heavens and maybe even God himself, wherever he was.
Missouri came back from the kitchen, with a glass of a foul-smelling drink and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Now, Tyler, what we're going to do is simple. You'll drink this poison, which will not kill you, but it will slow your heart, leaving you in a near death state. I will place protective amulets around you, to guide you as your soul dream walks into Purgatory. After that, you are on your own. Find Castiel if you can, and hold on to your spirit. With his grace, you are able to open a portal to take both of you back; his vessel too."
Tyler nodded. "I have dream walked before, unwillingly and unconsciously, but I know the drill. But will he be able to see me? I mean, it's only my spirit." Missouri shrugged. "I don't know, child. Perhaps. But he will be able to hear you, and that might be enough." Bobby grumbled and said nothing. "What if I can't find him? How do I get back?"
"I will give you a week to find Castiel and bring him back. If you aren't back by then, I will try to pull out your soul, if I can. Honestly, I don't know if I can." Tyler sighed. "Well, there's nothing for it. Either I get out, or I don't. I've made my choice, so give me that stinking glass. I hope it tastes good." With those words, she threw back the contents of the glass and lay back in a comfortable position. Her world turned black right after.