Sam and Dean nearly threw themselves at Missouri's door, knocking frantically and screaming their lungs out demanding to see Tyler. They had driven through the night, taking turns at the wheel to make sure they both got a bit of sleep. Finally, their knocking was answered by the grumpy face of Bobby. "Bobby, where is she?" Before he could answer, they pushed their way in.
Missouri came in from the kitchen, shushing the guys. "Don't you dare raise your voices in my house," she said quietly, though they could see that she was angry, by the flaming of her eyes. Sam made to reply, but she silenced him with a quick gesture. "Into the kitchen," she said, "and don't you come back until you've calmed down." She left them to their own devices then, and Bobby too looked pointedly in the kitchen's direction.
The brothers sighed and went into the kitchen, counting to ten slowly, feeling their anger and fear slowly subside. After all, if Tyler was in danger Bobby and Missouri wouldn't be so calm, would they? Perhaps she didn't go to Purgatory after all. Maybe she just wanted to get away from them for a while. Even though it hurt that she wouldn't just tell them that, it was something they could understand. Better have her be distant then in godforsaken Purgatory.
Bobby came back into the kitchen and asked, "Calmed down now?" They nodded. "So where's Tyler?" Dean asked. Bobby's brow furrowed, but he said nothing as he led them upstairs. Sam and Dean looked at each other with their eyebrows raised, but neither one had any idea why they were going to Missouri's bedroom. But the sight that struck them changed their demeanor in a heartbeat and they couldn't keep themselves from rushing into the room with a shout.
There she lay, on the bed, her breathing shallow and ragged and her face devoid of any color. Her forehead was sweaty and no matter how many times Missouri wiped the drops away, the sweating wouldn't stop. "What happened?" Dean shouted. Bobby and Missouri shushed him again, violently this time. "Her soul is roaming Purgatory as we speak, and any loud sounds may wake her up or worse: snap the connection between her soul and her body for good," Missouri said.
"But why?" Sam whispered. "Why would she do this? And how is she doing it in the first place? I thought humans weren't allowed in Purgatory." Bobby and Missouri glanced at each other, but elected to stay silent. "And how did you get her soul there without the body?" Dean asked. "It's a lot like dream walking," said Bobby. "And we already knew she would have an affinity for that."
"What do you mean?" But Bobby shook his head. "Let's take all this talk downstairs." As the four of them left the room together, Dean looked back at the unconscious form of his friend. He had a feeling that she was in more danger than he could imagine. Than all of them could imagine.