A Supernatural Life: Clock Tower

[Tyker Bradshaw]

((This is after John made the deal with the demon. The boys is still at the hospital and the doctors won't let Dean go until they're sure he's alright.))

Tyker still couldn't believe that Liz let him drive all the way from Lawerence, he knew that she would kill him if he cause a single scratch on her car. They both know he have a need for speed, the sixteen year old almost seventeen Texan is always one for finding some fun. Speed is his thing, sue him. He pulled up into the parking lot of the hospital after Liz yelling at him to slow down what seemed to be every mile. Bitch bitch bitch, he should just put her to sleep. That would be fun and funny. Then he would start a war that most likely would leave both of them sore without Andre to send their to their corners. Speaking of Andre, Tyker's surprised that he haven't called.

He have been so in touched here lately, he shrugged his shoulders before coming to skid in a parking spot up from. Burning rubbing and grinning. Oh joy, if I get a hard one I seriously need help. He turned off the ignition and pulled the keys out. He grinned to Liz and stuck his tongue out. He just know she's not going to let him drive again, he'll just always sneak out. He have been quiet anyway desprite the yelling at him to slow down and don't kill them here and there. John's death must be really bothering her, no he know it is. He can feel it, like the pain is his own. One reason he haven't really touched her, he don't want to get lock inside that.

He never knew John , Dean, or Sam. That was before he came in contact with Andre and Liz. She must had been really close to them, him. He know all about her romance with Dean, he have seen a picture of him that she kept look away. Hell he even had made a mistake and tapped into a emotion from her one night that he didn't want to do again. He's flirty though he don't want to be experiencing one of Liz's sexual dreams ever again. Dean looked hot, though so wasn't his type. Okay that's a lie though the man's straight. He felt that much from what he experienced from Liz.

Though there was also something striking familiar about the feeling, like he belonged with it. Or something, freaky though lets get for real. He's sixteen, and a guy. Okay Tyker, pull your mind out the gutter. He moved his hand to touch Liz's thigh gently, not touching her skin. "You with me here?" He asked her gently, giving her his smile. That smile that could make anyone smile, it was contagious, joyous, and lifeful. Everything about that boy was, always bursting with energy. Missouri had told them all about John's death and what happened. It's sad, he's regretting settling a foot in that hospital and is second thinking even stepping a foot into that room.

Missouri had literal made them go here, told them it was important. She was keeping something from them, though she was keeping him out of her head and heart. He shook his head as he licked his lips. He rubbed his shoulder moving his hand from her thigh. Dressed in a bright white shirt with All Things In Texas Grow Big written in red on the front and a pair of jeans. His hair hanging in his eyes from under a cowboy hat. Tyker's far from a redneck though he haven't kicked the style. Brown cowboy boots covered his feet and looked back to Liz. "Want me to numb the pain a little?" He asked her, if it was anyone else he probably wouldn't have asked. Andre have talked to him many times about playing with people feelings.

[Elizabeth Tucker]

Being that her brother - well, he wasn't really her brother - was telempathic, this particular thing happened and she had been trying desperately to keep her emotions under control. Liz would flinch away from Tyker anytime he tried to touch her lovingly to calm her down. They both knew that his powers were stronger with physical contact. But Liz was having a hard time controlling her emotions - let alone her powers. That was really why she had let him drive. Sure, she kept bitching at him, but that was not to get mad or whatever at him, that was to try and distract herself.

Biting her lower lip, she let out a sigh. Her chest was heavy, and her defenses weren't up so her head was swimming. Tyker was getting more powerful, she could sense it. But, neither sibling had mentioned anything. She wanted to talk to Andre about that ... later. Leaning against the door as the car skidded into a parking spot, Liz gave him a hard look. It wasn't pure anger, because it was mixed with love and relief. They were there and the car was more or less in tact.

Pushing aside an unbidden tear before it could fall to her cheek, Liz's glassy eyes shined over at Tyker as she offered the best 'relief' smile she could at the moment. Tyker never got to meet John. She sort of regretted that. They may have clashed, but she believed that John could have been a great help for not only her brother, but both of them. She wished she had hung out with him more often. Now he was gone.

Liz was also worried about Dean's feelings. Dean was so close to his father, so close to Liz's heart. Rubbing her chest slightly from the heaviness, she sighed. Dean was something she didn't want to talk about. But she was about to go see him. Sniffing her tears back, Liz closed her eyes and leaned into the back of the seat.

And Sam. He wasn't as close to John, but damn, Sam was a great kid. He was still torn up over Jess, and now his own father was gone. Sam didn't deserve this. None of them asked for their abilities. And now here they were, on the brink of melting down or exploding or something. Why has the activity increased lately? She needed to look at this from a hunter's perspective, but she was quickly loosing that in this situation. It wasn't another hunt. It was a death that struck close to home. Too close.

Wanting to pull away as Tyker's hand made it onto her leg - which was thankfully covered with her shorts - she opened her eyes and glanced over at him. "Yeah," Liz commented slowly, that damn smile making her crack one - a real one, "just trying to collect myself." She shifted. Missouri had to tell them to come. Not Andre, not anyone else. Missouri. She was a sweet old woman who repeatedly made Liz promise to protect Tyker. That was a no-brainer in her mind, but still.

Pushing her hair behind her ear and running a hand down a black 'I do all my own stunts' shirt, Liz eyed her brother. He shouldn't have to go in there. All those emotions. That building. That room. "Listen," she held up a hand before he could say anything, "you don't have to go in there. I ... I'll be fine." She blinked, taken aback that he had actually offered. Andre pouded into his head the dangerous of messing around with other's emotions.

"I ...," she shifted, pulling away from his hand, "I don't know. Maybe. I'm afraid I'll either pass out from the migraine or rip apart the building." She meant that because she had little to no control over her powers at the moment, she didn't want to get out of control. "If you ... you know ... know I'm going to be 'insane' or something," she air-quoted, "then I want you to take me out, okay? They don't need anything else. Dean'll probably already be wanting to make a con to get him out."

A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned back into the seat again, looking out at the building.

[Tyker Bradshaw]

Tyker have been having trouble keeping his telempathy in check lately, the smallest emotion and he felt it. It was hard to deal with, he wanted to just stay away from people. It was hard being around large groups, too many emotions. Tooo many. He looked to her and noticed she was trying to stop feeling. It wasn't working and he shook his head. He was glad she wasn't letting her stream off with moving things. He nearly got hit with a killer dust bunny.

He wished that she would just open up to him, he knew how she was feeling. He wanted to help her though he didn't know how. He know how but...it's hard. He...he's not used to having a big sister. He love her and just want her happy. Now he just have to figure out how to make her happy. He gasped softly, the tighting in his chest was insane. He felt like he couldn't breath and his whole world was closing around him. He don't know why but he always felt that when Andre and Liz was keeping something from him.

Andre was pretty pissed with Missouri and Liz for deciding to come here. He never heard him so mad, he wished he was there to calm him down. Though Maggie's doing a good job, yeah. He nodded to himself as he just shrugged his shoulders. He smirked at her when she looked to him and winked with that charming yeehaw sort of way. He frowned slightly seeing the moisture in her eyes, he sighed gently and didn't buy her smile. His smile widened when she smile and it was more consuming.

"You been doing that for a whole day." He said to her softly and glancing out the window. He gave her a look knowing what she was going to say and he brushed it aside. "No I'm going. I'll shut down a little, and if a dead body starts whispering or whatever for me then I'll let you know. I won't go okay?" He said as he offered her a quick smile. Though he won't be anywhere near the basement and all so he probably not strong enough to hear a body...all the way on the third floor. He don't think so.

"Only reason I asked is because I wanted too though look so damn shock." He teased to her before giving her a quick peck on the lips to toy with her. He knew she hated him getting all playful and bad touching. He didn't let her pull away but held onto her. He met eyes with her and searched her eyes. "Liz, you're strong. You can handle this..." He said to her nodding ot her and squeezing her hand. He didn't care he was touching her bare skin. "You'll be on Cloud Nine before anything can go all The Exocrism." He laughed out and raised an eyebrow.

"So he's a one of a kind ex-Con? Can I have his number?" He teased before getting ou the car.

[Elizabeth Tucker]

Good thing she was trying to keep under control as much as possible. Three words: killer dust bunny. It was still a hilarious story, but her brother would not agree by a long shot. The whole controlling her emotions and just stop feeling wasn't working. Neither was building her walls back up like they usually were. She cringed a little when Tyker shook his head. They knew things about each other - small looks and things - that other people didn't know. They could carry out whole conversations with a few words and know what each other meant. Sure, because of Tyker's powers, it was a little one-sided, but still. Liz could read body language.

Liz didn't want to open up to anyone. Hell, she almost never even opened up to Andre, and he was freakin' Andre! She loved Tyker - and Andre - but just felt like some things were hers to keep. So no one else needed to know what was really on her mind or how she really felt about something. Because she knew that not everyone believed the way she did about things. Or whatever.

There was something about Tyker. He wanted her to be happy. That was all well and good and everything, but wanting someone to be happy and making them happy were two different things. She wasn't sure what'd make her happy. Maybe if Andre stopped hunting. Maybe if John was still alive. Glancing towards her brother as he gasped, Liz furrowed her brow, "Sorry." She wasn't sure what had caused it, but she wanted to appologize anyway.

Andre wished that they hadn't come. At least not together. Maybe one at a time could bring him up there or something, but with Liz's high emotions combined with the Winchester brothers' emotions, things might get 'out of control' for Tyker. Overload him. Andre kept trying to get them to not go, but it didn't work. Once Liz had her mind set, Tyker was on board. Mostly, she thought, to make sure she kept in check.

"Huh?" She asked offhandedly. Looking out the window, contemplating? That's all she could do. She felt ... numb and yet painfully alive with sadness. What would happen if Andre died before she did? Then it'd probably be worse. Rubbing her chest as the new thought sank in, she tried to push it aside. "You let me know and I'll tie you down or something," she smirked softly, knowing that a hospital was not the best place for him to be - not with his powers.

Spitting slightly when he pecked her lips, she rubbed them with the back of a hand, "Ew, cooties!" Not being able to pull away, Liz gave him a soft look. "I ... no, don't," she said quietly as he squeezed her hand, not wanting to rub off on him at all, as if that was possible. "And thanks," she relented, "that does really mean a lot to me. Sammy and Deano really don't need anything else on their plates - oh, and if you call them Sammy and Deano, Dean will hop out of his bed and kill you, then Sam will resurrect you and kill you again ... just a ... fair warning."

She pulled her hand back quickly and pressed her fingertips into her left temple, fighting off a migraine of doom. Pulling out a prescription bottle with her name on them, she popped something and swallowed it dry before licking her lips quietly and getting out of the car too. Touch didn't just affect Tyker's powers. "If you were my sister, maybe," she paused, "but Dean doesn't dig guys so that'd just be a huge heart break for you." She was trying to be sweet about it before slamming her door shut with her telekinesis to vent a little bit.

[Tyker Bradshaw]

Tyker wasn't so fond of dust bunnies anymore, Liz thought it was funny to think back on. It wasn't funny! It was evil and dusty and dirty and bunnies. It was like dust bunnyomana. Did he mention dusty? It took forever to get it all out his hair, dumb liz and her powers. He wanted offensive powers like hers though his own is cool he guessed. He shrugged his shoulders as he licked his lips. Tyker have never felt closer to anyone then he do with Liz and Andre. Their his family now, he loved them. Even if he fell in love and lived in white house with a fense and a dog. He would still see them as his family and they're be here for him. He felt it, it was nice to have them here. Liz here.

Tyker didn't need Liz to talk to him to know what she's going through and feeling. He knew how she felt, he felt it. He wanted to just help her with it, though he couldn't solve it all with his powers. He could try and then his powers would fade and then Liz would be back to being sad. He don't want to do that to her, he loved her to much. He will just help her with it and deal. He didn't like to talk much about his emotions or self either. He don't like thinking about his life before this. He haven't told anyone his life before this.

Tyker swallowed the tightness and willed it away. He looked to Liz when she apologized and he shook his head. "Don't apologize for what you don't know you did." He said to her as he laughed a little. He looked her in the eyes wanting her to be happy. He could make her happy, it was hard having this power and knowing when to use it and when to not use it. He guessed these was one of those not times to use it. Damnit, he wanted to use it.

Tyker knew Andre was pissed at them for not listening to him. Well him mostly, he had tried to order him to stay. Though Tyker didn't listen, he didn't like being order much. They had actually argued at why he couldn't go, Andre gave him some pretty good reasons. Mainly the fact that he could lose himself to all the emotions, Andre was really pushing him staying. It was touching and yet he didn't listen. Maybe he should have but where Liz goes he goes. He's one hell of a stubborn guy. He couldn't let Liz travel all this way and quite possibly needing him. Seeing this Dean guy again could awaken things inside of her and he don't want her to do something she'll regret. Like sleeping with him and getting her heart broken.

Tyker watched her with concenred and frowned a little. He never seen her like this, she felt so sad, like she's not here. He wanted to reach out and touch her. God he can't see her like this anymore. He moved his hnad to her shoulder and then her chin. He moved her head making her meet his eyes. A ball of energy formed at his forehead before connecting with her own. He numbed her pain, her saddness. He made her focus on the good times she had with the Winchesters and not the bad. He moved his hand away rubbing at his forehead. "Ouch migraine."

He smirked at her and crossed his arms. "Hey I can convert any guy I wish." He said waggling his eyebrows at her before moving over to wrap an arm around her. "Ready. If I collapse and hit my head. You're going to be feeling what it's like to be a dog in heat for a month."

[Elizabeth Tucker]

He was funny-looking all covered in dust. Sure, it probably wasn't funny for him, but hey. The event did prove a point. That even Liz could loose control of her powers. That's how she first really realized them, when she didn't have control. And now to learn that she could loose control of them at random points in time (usually high-stress situations) was not a good thing at all. That's why she talked Andre into letting Tyker come. Ever since he first took her in, the old man had a hard time telling her no. She needed her brother. For moral support.

She realized that he probably wanted to help with his powers. But those wore off. Liz couldn't stay happy forever. He'd try, probably. But Liz didn't want him taxing himself. She had dealt with sadness before ... before she met Tyker. When Andre told her that her real parents were dead. But that was so long ago. Now John was dead, and he was like a favorite uncle of hers - him and Bobby Singer. They were both amazing men. Smart, too.

"I ... huh?" Liz furrowed her brow, working through what he meant before smiling and shrugging, "Okay." Shaking her head slightly, Liz just wanted to get this over with. Maybe hug on Sam ... or maybe not, he was pretty powerful ... and keep her distance from Dean. Besides, he'd be bitching about being stuck in 'hospital jail' anyway. She hoped he was alright. Of course he was. That's Dean Winchester we're talking about.

Andre was pissed, but Liz had calmed him down some, promising to take care of Tyker. He was her brother, she had to take care of him. Actually, he reminded her of her and his age. Of course, Tyker was going to be looking after her just about equally as much. As his hand moved to her chin and then moved her head to meet his eyes, Liz tried to pull back. "Ty ... no," she told him softly, knowing he wouldn't listen. As the little blue ball disappeared into her head, a soft smile appeared on her face.

"It'll go away," she smiled softly, moving off towards the building, remembering when she first met Dean at Stanford. He was sitting outside Sam and Jess's dorm in a car. The Impala. She had to investigate, of course. "Don't," Liz squinted at him slightly, relaxing into his arm as he wrapped it around her. Blinking briefly from the comment about a dog, Liz cleared her throat, "Okay, no falling and hitting your head for you."

[Tyker Bradshaw]

Tyker knew he was a sight to be all dusty and covered. He didn't feel really clean for like two weeks, then he kept fully dust bunnies from odd places. It was funny to think of it, he wanted to giggle a little and he did. It was a funny thought and he didn't want to giggle anymore. Now wasn't the time for giggling, he cheer up Liz later. He will be sure to pick her up, no one can stay down long around Tyker. He licked his lips as he rubbed a hand through his hair. Moving it back a little as he did, the cowboy hat on his head tilting to the side a little.

He liked that Liz needed him as much as he needed her. Tyker didn't like to admit that he needed anyone though Tyker was the most clinging person ever. On the inside, but on the outside he might didn't show it much. Though he was, that explain the touching and the sexcrazed mind. He shrugged his shoulders to himself and looked at Liz. He felt the saddness from Liz again and knew she was thinking of John. It was sad, they were close, the Winchesters and Liz. He hoped that Liz can move on eventually. He didn't want her ot be sad.

Tyker smirked when she smiled after his powers took their effect, he wanted her to focus on what he given her. He don't care if it wore off but it would help her for now. He's glad of that, now for the Winchesters. He's regretting this, he hoped that the emotions aren't too high. Wrapping his arm tighter around his sister and laying his head on her shoulder. His hat tilting more to the side. He smelled of fresh pine and mint, it was a soothing country smell. Had to be a collonge.

He rubbed at his forehead again, his headache was slowly dulling. He licked his lips more slowly before looking to the side at Liz. "Oh come on, he need a little cheering up. I'll do more then cheer him up." He teased and winked at her. He was pretty sure he was over his head here. From what he knew of Dean there will be no getting in his pants. "Hmph, dead people central. Yippee." He said as he stood at the sliding doors with Liz. "Give me a minute."