A/N- I'm sure the writing is getting pretty crappy by now... it's 11 PM and I'm trying to catch up on words I didn't get to yesterday. I hit the 4,000th word I've written today around the middle of this chapter.

I promise when I get some free time I'll go back over this chapter and the rest, I just have to get the actual writing done while I have the drive to.

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Chapter Six

That evening, I went with Sam to watch my grandmother's house. They had a system worked out so none of us would have to share beds, since the room only had two. Dean and Tyler would go during the day, and Sam and I would go at night, but that pissed me off because I wouldn't get to see Tyler, so I decided I'd explain it to Sam while we had the time to.

It seemed like the nights were darker when the days were brighter, because not a star nor the moon shone in the sky while Sam and I kept a close look on my grandma's house, which was falling apart.

"You know, maybe tomorrow you and Dean cold keep a watch and Tyler and I could hang out."

"You don't think I'm that stupid, Rylee, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, it's not like that, we're just, like best friends and we haven't talked in a while. Now we're finally talking and I want to spend some time with him."

"You looked like more than BFF's at McDonalds." I laughed, wondering why they were being so protective. "And it's not just that I was talking about. That thing could track either one of you down alone and you could be defenseless."

"You know, I can fend for myself. Who's the one who slashed your tires, took you and Dean out, and almost stole all your guns?" I raised my eyebrows, smiling.

"That doesn't mean we're going to risk it."

I shook my head, thinking of what else I could do. "You know, it is my grandma. It's not like she doesn't know me. I could hang out with her while Tyler tagged along and you and Dean could stake it out. You wouldn't even have to pay for the hotel, and we could have somewhat of a system. You could just hide upstairs in the attic, it actually is pretty comfy up there. It's where I sleep when the house gets too hot."

"You think we'd get away with it? It wold be nice to be closer to the inside, and to have someone here at all times."

"Of course we could. The woman's deaf in one ear and about as blind as a bat."

He nodded, and I was overjoyed that he agreed. I could do more, save them when the time came, and also spend time with everyone. "So it's a plan?"

"It's a plan."

We checked out of the hotel room the next morning and drove into the woods, sneaking in through the window of the office since the bedroom was upstairs. "I honestly doubt she'll be up yet. I won't alarm her because I have a key, I can just say I came in and didn't want to wake her up. Tell her I'm roadtripping with Tyler since he didn't get accepted and that we figured we'd make a pit stop here for a couple days. It... will only be a couple days, right?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised this thing hasn't stricken yet, to be honest," Dean said as he pulled his duffel bag through the window.

"Since it's daytime, how about we go get you two some clothes and things, you've worn the same thing for four days, and it's still pretty muddy." I looked down at my already ratty T-shirt that was now extremely stained and my gray sweatpants that had little mud marks on the knees. I'd washed them off in the shower and dried them with a blow dryer, but they were still in pretty bad shape.

"That would be really nice." I smiled, happy that Sam had offered. I'd been waiting, but I didn't want to say anything. I didn't guess that there was much money in whatever their job was, so I didn't want to take any more than they could handle.

So, I got them settled in the attic and made the bed for Tyler and me or whoever would be sleeping on it, then went downstairs and started some coffee for my grandma. I was sure the smell would wake her up within minutes, and it did. I loved how she wasn't even scared that I showed up, that was what I loved about her- she didn't care when I showed up.

We talked for a little bit, then I told her that Tyler and I were going to the mall, and she sent me off with a thirty dollar bill, thanking me for the coffee. I could see in her eyes that she was saddened by my mother's death, but after a while she had learned to handle those things. She'd lost seven sisters to a measles outbreak and had two miscarriages, one stillbirth, and one of my mother's sisters to get hit by a car when she was three. Death had become a part of her, sadly.

As Tyler and I walked out of the door, he put his hand around my waist and rested it there, rubbing the small of my back just a tiny bit, to where no one would have been able to see it, but I could feel it. He got in the driver's seat with the warrant that Dean had told him he was "pretty awesome" and that he trusted him to drive the Impala on the patched up tires more than me.

"I wonder why..." I trailed sarcastically. He laughed and I did too.

"You can't just go and slash people's tires. He had to drive all the way to my house, then to Martinsburg with them like that. It felt like the wheels were going to fall off!"

"He got them fixed. And hey, I thought they were bad. You have to admit, that was pretty amazing."

"Sure, sure."

We talked the rest of the way, and even sung along to a pop song on the radio that I wished I didn't know the lyrics too. Then we conversed about how sucky pop music was, then turned the station to a classic/alternative rock one. The Smashing Pumpkins song, Perfect came on, and I sun in the prettiest voice I could conjure. I loved that song.

I was surprised when he sang along too, because I didn't expect him to know the lyrics. Tyler was more into the Skrillex/techno side of things, but it made me happy. I sang instead of talked about my feelings, even though what I really wanted to say was, "Tyler, tell me how you feel. How you really feel, not how you pretend to." I knew I would never get a straight answer, because that wasn't like the boy I was in love with.