Heather's sleeping habits barely even existed anymore, and even when she did manage to fall into a deep slumber, it was never for very long at a time. She'd napped for maybe two hours now before she was wide awake again, and she'd crept out of the guest room while making sure not to disturb Claire in order to move out to the living room. She turned the television on and put it at a low volume, flipping through the channels with a blank sort of expression for she didn't even know how long. It was at that point though, that she heard the knock at the door.
"What the...?" she mumbled to herself, turning to look towards the door over her shoulder. There were only a handful of people that actually knew where the Winchester house resided, and so she could only think of so many people who would be showing up so late. No one else seemed to be around or awake, so that left Heather to greet the visitor. When she saw Tonks on the other side of the door looking as upset and disheveled as she did, she immediately stepped aside and motioned her in.
"Tonks, what are you -- what's wrong?" Because something obviously was.