I'm changing up the dialogue format a bit, you guys, to make it a little more readable.
Tyler awoke abruptly. She sat up, looked around in confusion, not recognizing her surroundings.
"Your head all right?" Benny asked as he crouched next to her. She nodded, and then opened her mouth to say she was fine because Benny couldn't actually see her, when her words stopped in her throat. He was looking right at her. But that's impossible, she thought. I'm invisible. Aren't I? Benny didn't respond to her thought, which meant he hadn't heard it, which meant it really had been a thought. Not a sentence spoken out loud.
"What...what is going on? Where are we? How can you see me?" she asked. Benny shrugged and nodded in Castiel's direction. The angel was crouching near some bushes, apparently looking at something - or someone.
"He said we had to move out of the cave. The leviathan are tracking him somehow."
"But my visibility-"
"Yeah...that was a shocker. I wake up, all ready for a new day and suddenly there's this girl lying in the cave, all bloodied and unconscious."
Tyler frowned. Well...this...this bodes ill, doesn't it? I shouldn't be visible. Not to Benny anyways. Does this mean that I'm truly in Purgatory now? Because that makes our escape even more difficult. Damnit!
"So, you're a girl, huh?" Benny said.
"Guilty as charged. Disappointed?"
"Nah. I don't judge. You saved me and promised me a return to life; I couldn't care less what or who you are."
Castiel walked towards them, a frown on his face. He crouched next to Tyler, using his soft but strong hands to inspect the spot where his wing had connected with her head. After a few minutes, he drew back, seemingly satisfied with what he saw. "Your head will be fine," he said with a sigh of what she took for relief.
"Good to know, Castiel. So, what's out there? What were you looking at?"
"Leviathan. They're tracking us. Me, more specifically. What's the plan?"
Benny and Tyler looked at each other, and then back at Castiel. That's a good question. I don't have a plan. I just figured I needed to find the angel and that'd be that. What did Missouri say again? I'd need his grace to somehow open a portal? But...how exactly do I do that?
"Uh...," Tyler began. "Say, do either of you know how to open a portal with angel grace?"
Benny and Castiel looked at each other, then shrugged. Great...they're no help at all.
Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked at the sleeping form of Tyler. He'd kept the secret of the watch to himself for the rest of the evening, but he didn't know how much longer he could keep it. Or wanted to keep it. Surely Bobby or Missouri could tell him what the hell that was about? He remembered Sam had mentioned the watch to Tyler a couple of times, but she'd not volunteered any information.
Why would she want to shock herself? Even though it's not of a voltage to do any serious harm, it's still crazy she'd intentionally create a watch like this. He'd been playing with the tack the first few hours, counting the minutes between each zap. But he'd come up with nothing. Then he'd put it on his own wrist as an experiment. Nothing had happened. Not until he almost fell asleep: the electric current had snapped him back to wakefulness. And then it had hit him: Tyler doesn't sleep. She doesn't want to sleep. This thing keeps her awake! It somehow tracks her heartbeat or whatever and makes sure that it sends an electrical current whenever she's about to fall asleep.
But why? Are those nightmares the kids told us about really that bad that she has to run away from them? He looked over to her again, saw sweat drops had formed on her forehead again and took his time wiping them off carefully. What are you doing, Tyler? Forced sleep deprivation has never been the answer. Trust me, I know. "I'd rather experience memories from hell then go through life exhausted," he said, as much to himself as to the sleeping woman on the bed. How are you even functioning? He heard Sam enter the room, and quickly put the watch away. He looked up to see a bowl of soup appear under his nose, and Sam smiled at him.
"You want to eat here, I'm assuming?" his younger brother asked him. Dean opened his mouth to reply affirmatively, then changed his mind and shook his head.
"I'll eat downstairs. I need some human interaction," Dean said as he stood. Sam took his place in the chair.
"Bobby and Missouri aren't happy. Our research has turned up very little," he said as Dean walked out of the room. Dean stopped in his tracks, looked back at Sam and cringed at the desperation in his younger brother's eyes.
"She'll be all right, Sam," he said, knowing it wouldn't do much. "She'll be okay." He then turned around and walked down the stairs. He saw Bobby and Missouri sitting at the dinner table, and sat down next to them. He blew softly on his soup, stirring it with his spoon, and said, "Tyler's watch. Start talking."