"What do you want us to say?" Missouri asked Dean, while she watched him eat his soup.
"I want you to tell me why Tyler is wearing a watch that zaps her with an electronic current every time she almost falls asleep," he replied.
He watched Missouri and Bobby share an unidentifiable look, and found himself growing angry. What were they hiding from them? And why? Why even now, when Tyler's life was in danger. Because Dean was completely convinced that Tyler's life really was in danger. Not just because of what Missouri had said about her limited chances to actually fulfil the mission she'd set out on, but something else had him worried.
He didn't know what exactly made him feel that way—it was just a gut feeling. But he was a Winchester, and if a Winchester had a gut feeling, it was unwise to ignore it. That whole mess with Castiel and the leviathan had taught him that.
"Look, Dean," Bobby began, but Dean cut him off.
"No Bobby. No more vagueness. Just be honest."
Bobby sighed and Missouri tut-tutted.
"You don't understand, son," Bobby said. "This isn't our story to tell."
"But somehow it is yours to know?" he asked them. They shrugged.
"Either way, you should ask her when she wakes," Missouri said.
"Don't you mean if?" Dean fired back. She stiffened, stood and went out of the room. Bobby shook his head.
"She's only trying to help, Dean. She didn't make Tyler do anything. Neither of us did. She made up her mind herself. Don't take out your frustrations with her out on us."
Dean sighed and hung his head, before admitting, "I'm just so worried, Bobby. And there's so much I don't know about her, so much she's kept hidden from us. I mean...I know we don't know each other that well, and we've only met a couple of weeks ago, but I care about what happens to her. She's in danger, Bobby. I can feel it."
"Of course she's in danger," Bobby said. "It's Purgatory! But what other choice do we have but wait for her to come back to us?"
"I know, Bobby. I know. I just hate feeling so helpless," Dean said. Bobby opened his mouth to reply, but then they heard footsteps descend the stairs and Sam walked in. Neither man said a word. This conversation was between them, and Sam didn't need to be even more worried than he already was.