A/N- I tried to add a little more drama into this chapter, but also a little humor, too. I don't know how well it works, but it was worth a shot.

Please R&R, maybe tell me if you like the drama/humor or if I should stick to the style in the earlier chapters!(:

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Chapter Four

"Tyler! Tyler!" I screamed his name as I climbed in the window, looking for him. He was hunched in the corner, an old silver baseball bat in his hand.

"You... were right." He whispered, looking around. "I hit it with this and it disappeared."

I nodded, going over and helping him up. "It's gonna try and kill you until we kill it. Just come with me... please."

He nodded, grabbing a pen and paper. "Found out I'm not accepted to WVU today, which basically means my life is over."

My heart almost stopped for him. It wasn't ever, "I want to go to WVU," or "Going to WVU would be cool." It was "Tyler's going to WVU", and it had been that way since middle school. He had no backup plan, no other college he could've dealt with. Now he was a senior and he had nowhere to go.

"Sorry."

"Well, this'll make my story all the more believable to my parents... as long as that thing isn't going to kill them too."

Dean popped into the window, coming in at an awkward position. "There's no way Sammy's getting in here." He smiled his crooked smile again and gave me a look after seeing Tyler. "No, it won't hurt your parents. It'll just follow you until it gets it's claws in your flesh." He smiled again... this time I liked it a little more because I knew that he'd made the connection that I was upset because Tyler was a douche.

"You're going on a roadtrip with Rylee for a week or so?"

"Yep."

"Good, now come on, we don't have all night to waste."

After he finished his note in the sloppy scrawl he'd always had and placed it on top of the letter with the "DENIED" across the top, we all climbed out of the window and made it back to the car, me and Tyler in the back and Sam and Dean in the same spots at the front.

"Get some rest, I'll wake you up when we get to the hotel."

"Where are we going?"

"Martinsburg. That's where your grandma lives, right?"

I nodded, drowsiness falling over me as I wished I were asleep again.

"Alright, you guys get some sleep." Sam eyed Tyler in the mirror and I ignored it.

The silence was killing me, and I couldn't fall back to sleep after an hour. I tapped Tyler on the shoulder since he was awake too. "Did you manage to escape with your Ipod?"

"Yeah, you want it?"

"Only if you don't mind."

He just gave me a slight nod and pulled it out of his jacket pocket, bringing up the music app and untangling the headphones before handing it to me. "Sorry," he whispered.

"Me too," I replied, before getting lost in his techno music and drifting into darkness.

I woke up to Sam shaking me, informing me that we had made it to the Ramada in Martinsburg. It was dawn already.

I stumbled out of the car and walked into the room, not able to shake the tiredness that hung on my shoulders. I lay back down on the bed, only to awake when Dean and Tyler barged in with four tall cups of coffee and a box of donuts.

"Rise and shine, girls!" Dean shouted so loud I was sure the two rooms beside us had to hear. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, mechanically moving my legs from the bed to the floor as I had every day since my parents passed away, and so many days before that. I told myself "you have to get up, Rylee, you'll be pissed at yourself if you don't". How did I know? From experience.

Depression wasn't new to me, and my parents being alive had caused most of it. That was why my wrists were mangled, no clear line as to where the skin should have been, no pattern like the rest of the skin on my body had. Just criss crossing scars, little bumps like mountains rising and falling, creating tiny valleys inbetween them.

"I think I remembered what you liked... it's been so long since we rode to school together." I gave Tyler a look, taking the coffee and drinking it. He didn't have enough creamer, but of all times to be cold with him, this wasn't one.

"It's perfect."

"Good, I'm glad I can remember at least one thing, with everything that's been going on. I can only imagine how you feel."

"That's not possible, you can't even imagine it. You've never felt the way I do right now, and I hope you never will."

He stopped for a moment, quiet. "Sorry."

"Not your fault."

I took another sip of my coffee, Sam and Dean sitting beside me. "So, we think this thing is going to go after your grandmother, or it's gonna follow us until it can get ahold of you or Tyler, we don't really know."

"Like we said," Sam added, "It's only bothered your land once, and that ended pretty quick since everyone was in the same... localized area."

"I have a question, though," Tyler spoke up, interrupting the brother's train of thought. "Why did it just... disappear when I hit it with the bat?"

"I called Bobby about that, he said that it's probably died somehow and become a spirit. That's why it wants you to "come with it", it's always been lonely, and it needs a mate, and it obviously wants a human."

"It looked like a female. Can't it obviously tell I don't have a penis?" Tyler and Dean laughed, Dean spitting a little bit of his coffee onto the table. I slipped an awkward smile.

"No, it can't. It thinks you're... male for some reason."

Just because my chest wasn't the biggest (my friends classified my bra size as negative a), and I had a short, trendy haircut that worked for my flat, black hair, didn't mean I was a guy.

"Tyler, I don't look like a guy, do I?"

"Um, not really. You're actually pretty hot if I must say."

"Well, spirits do have trouble seeing sometimes, and with your accent, and the way your parents probably dressed you when you were little, led it to believe so."

"So great, I have a bisexual monster spirit thing that wants to kill me, the rest of my family, and Tyler. Lovely."

"That's about it," Dean said, a sarcastic but still dead serious look on his face.