A/N- I'm sorry if it seems rushed, but my goal is to have the story mostly finished by the end of spring break, which just started yesterday. So, I'll still be going through and proofreading for grammar mistakes, but some more things may be missed until I go back and edit, so sorry about that.(:

I'm a little conflicted on if Rylee should have black hair or red... which is mainly why I haven't mentioned anything about her appearance yet. But I'll decide by the next "calm" chapter and certainly add something in there about how she looks.

Thanks so much for reading this far!

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Chapter Three

Dean started, his voice calm and even, "Okay, so, that thing you saw when your parents died... it was a monster. It's called a Heterozygozitus. Basically, it's a hybrid between a human and an animal. When that happens, it turns into an immortal monster. I know it sounds crazy, and Sammy doesn't even understand it... but you have to get out of here. It's lived around here for decades, and when the last person that lived on this land settled it killed his family and tried to get him to come with it too, drove him so crazy he shot himself in the head. It's gonna go after your family, then the other people you love, then your friends... so we need to know where the people who are closest to you live, and soon, because it's obviously not around."

At first, my mind just shouted "no" over and over... but there was a tiny inkling of something telling me to believe it... that it was true. I had seen it, it had touched me, told me to come. Now it could be hurting other people I loved. Tyler, my grandma... no.

"Okay," I said. "I believe you... I guess. But how do you know? What do you guys do?"

"We'll get into that later. We just need to know where this thing would strike next."

"Um, Tyler," I said, worry pulsing through my veins, not only for him, but how I would get him to believe me about all this.

"What's he, your boyfriend?"

"It's complicated."

"So," Sam started, "If we untie you, are you gonna try to kill us again?"

"No." I tried to smile, but I just wanted to get to Tyler's. I didn't know how I'd live with myself if he got killed.

They untied me quickly and I got into the back of the car, Dean in the driver's seat and Sam in the passenger's.

"Show us where Tyler is. Does he live close?"

"Not really, two towns away."

It was the longest half hour, as I barely sat in the middle of the backseat without a seatbelt on, telling Dean where to turn, heading down dark back roads, as it was nearing close to midnight.

We finally pulled up Tyler's driveway and I jumped out of the car without thinking. Sam and Dean gave eachother confused looks, probably unsure of what to do. "I can go in his window, you check the woods and make sure no one's dead yet."

First, I got in the back of the car and pulled out a gun. "Will this at least ward it away?"

Dean nodded, and I loaded the gun and snuck around the big house (for around where I lived, anyway), to the window. My footstool from a month ago was still there, so I used it to climb up to the window and knock on it. He was there, though his lights were off, I could see the outline of his body through the curtain. He threw it open and then pushed up the window, a confused look on his face.

"What the hell?"

"Listen. Tyler, this is going to sound crazy. Like crazy for me crazy, but you just have to listen to me. There's something that's going to try to kill you like it did my parents and I need to get you out of here and into safety now. I'm with two guys that can kill it... you just need to come with me."

He pulled his auburn bangs back, took a deep breath, and gave me a sympathetic look. "Rylee, listen. An animal killed your parents, that's it. It's not here, and it's not going to hurt me. This... this is the reason I stopped talking to you in the first place. Just go away, I have other things to deal with right now, okay?" He looked down to my wrists, probably hoping I didn't have a jacket on.

That was why he stopped talking to me... because he found out I cut. And yet I still loved him. "Fine!" I screamed. "I'll just let the thing kill you then, you ugly, motherfucking douche." I slammed the window down since he forgot to close it and jumped off the footstool, kicking it to the side.

I ran back to the car and barreled into the backseat, the tears coming out. Why I was letting myself get so emotional over that, it was crazy. He hurt me before my parents died, and now he made sure he'd hurt me after too.

It wasn't long before Sam saw me, my tearstained face looking pathetic. "What's wrong?" He was alarmed. Great.

"Nothing, he just didn't believe me." I sniffled and wiped my nose with my sleeve. "Let's just park the car somewhere discreet and stake out."

Dean came back just a little bit after that and drove the car as far into the woods as he could, turning the headlights off this time and leaning his head back. "Sammy's shift this time." He was snoring within minutes.

"So, that was why you were crying?" Sam turned back to me, which was hard because I was laying down, my head resting on the window uncomfortably.

"No, he said some other things, and like I said, it's been complicated between us. I don't know, just seeing him again alone and what he said and how he said it..." The tears were falling again, which always seemed to happen after I rambled. "It's fine, just feelings."

He nodded, obviously wanting nothing to do with it. I let the silence overtake me after that, and fell asleep just like Dean while Sam kept watch.

"Dean! Dean! Rylee!" Sam was screaming, jumping out of the car, only taking time to pop the trunk. I jumped out and grabbed the same gun I had before, loading it quickly.

"I saw it... I was falling asleep and it went into the window."

"Well, then, let's go!" Dean seemed annoyed, but it was like he hadn't been asleep at all. We got quiet then, and right at the perfect time a scream that fit Tyler's voice perfectly echoed through the woods.

Without thinking, I began to run to the window as fast as I could, picking up the kicked over footstool without a thought.