Dean knocked on Tyler's motel room door, expecting her to open it quickly, but to his surprise there was no answer. Was she sleeping? But Tyler didn't sleep; at least that's what she told them. He knocked again, now also calling her name. Once again, no answer. What was going on? Did it have to do with her mood yesterday? Was she ignoring them?
Sam walked out into the hall, watching his brother nearly breaking down the door. "Dean, what are you doing?" Dean let go off the door. "Tyler's not answering." He threw his hands up in the air, annoyed with the situation. Sam frowned.
"Isn't she just outside? To do some shopping or something?" Dean shrugged. "Dunno." Sam fished in his pocket and smiled as he found what he was looking for. Bobby pins. "Let's see what's inside, shall we?" he asked his brother. Dean grinned. If she was in there, Tyler would get a surprise.
Three minutes later they had read and reread the note Tyler had left for them. Purgatory? PURGATORY? Dean was pacing to and fro. "Why didn't she tell us? Why did she go after Castiel on her own, into freaking Purgatory?" he bellowed. Sam had no answer. He was still struggling with the concept of purgatory as a real place and Castiel being marooned there.
Dean rushed out of the room, Sam following on his heels. "We have to go now. Maybe we can still stop her," he said. But Sam wasn't so sure. He had a feeling things would take a turn for the worst. After all: it was Purgatory.