So, this is chapter two and as always, Tate's here. If you guys remember, I wrote a very big cliffhanger at the end of Dark Roads; in this chapter, I fixed everything and its all back to normal. So I'll leave you all with that and hope you guys like this chapter.

Chapter 2-Unspeakable

Tatum King woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring and the words to 'Sympathy for the Devil' swirling around in her sleep fogged mind. With a huff, her hand snaked out from under the thick covers to shut the annoying electric shriek off. The noise ended with a slam of her hand. She was exhausted; she had only been down at Fancy's till closing, which was only a few hours before. Pushing herself off the mattress, her reached over for her glasses on the night stand and everything around her slowly came into sleep filled focus. Running a hand through her hair, she looked over to her dresser and found her cell phone blinking at her. Groaning, she got out of bed and grabbed it; a new voice mail.

Calling her voice mail, she entered her password; the four digits that made up her birthday, and sighed when she got sent to the automated main menu. Punching in the right numbers, she sighed louder when the computerized voice came on.

"You have one new voice mail, received at 8:55 pm." The voice droned in her ear and she tried to figure out exactly where she was at five minutes to nine. It all came back to her with a snap; she had been pouring drinks and singing along with Fancy and Mick Jagger. Laughing a little, she heard the message start to play and pushed the image of the night before deeper into the back of her head.

"Tate, baby it's me. Look, I'm in New York with your dad and Sam. Your dad's looking for you; he thinks you should look into this case. He wants you to come down here and help out or something. I dunno. Give me a call back when you get this. I love you."

Tate was shaking; the last time she had seen Dean was about three weeks ago when he left for wherever John had sent him and then later that night in her nightmare, she watched him die. She had called him the moment she had come out it, when the screaming stopped and her tears had finally stopped dripping down onto the blanket, and left him a message just saying to call her; he never did.

She grabbed her cell phone, dialed Dean's number and walked into her office, booting up the computer. A minute later the ringing stopped and she heard a familiar huff of air come over the line.

"Hello?" Dean's sleep filled voice followed after it and a smile tugged on Tate's lips.

"Morning Sunshine."

"Tate? Tate, it's too early."

"I know baby, but I just got your voicemail."

"I didn't expect you to call me back now, hell I expected you to call around midnight."

"Sorry, I was tending bar with Fancy."

"Why? I thought you went back to the paper."

"I was there for about a day and a half and then I quit."

"What happened?" She could hear him stretching off the bed while he asked her and she swore she heard the familiar pop of his shoulder.

"I came in later, Alex screamed, I told him to fuck off. Apparently, I'm not supposed to talk to him like that and he said if I yelled or was late again he'd fire me. So I told him to go fuck himself and that I fucking quit. I've been tending bar for two weeks."

"Tatum..."

"Don't Dean. I'm fine."

"But I thought you needed that job?"

"No, I need money to pay for my place."

"Tate..."

"So, where exactly are you in New York?"

An hour later Tate stood at the end of her bed, fully dressed in jeans, her favorite Aerosmith t-shirt and her boots, folding clothes and stuffing them into her blue duffle bag. Thanks to Sam, who Dean had passed the phone to when she asked where they were, she had Mapquested how far Middletown, New York was from Boston and where exactly SUNY Orange was. She had a four hour drive ahead of her and if she was lucky, she'd make it there by lunch time. She had dropped the duffle to the floor and was repacking her camera bag when she heard the now familiar sound of Nero and Alana literally popping into her living room.

"Ya know, if I wasn't one of you guys, I'd come out there with a gun." She said loud enough for the two older Wyckers to hear.

"You'll get used to our arrivals."

"Yeah, your unexpected and horribly timed arrivals." She said as Alana walked in and sat on her bed.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, my dad needs me in New York." She watched Alana's vivid teal colored eyes follow her hands as she gently dropped her 35 mm camera into its place in the bag. "So, do you two want anything special?"

"Yes, we need to talk." Nero said, walking into the room and leaning against the dresser.

"Well, make it quick. I need to get going."

"We've found something, something that shouldn't be." Alana stated, her fingers knitting themselves together.

"Like a disturbance in the Force?" Tate smirked, hating the fact that when Garrett had been alive, he had been obsessed with Star Wars and she could still quote the three movies backwards and forwards thanks to all the nights he spent watching the tapes in random hotels.

"A what?"

"It's a pop culture reference Alana my dear. And yes Tatum, that's what we're talking about."

"So what is it Nero and why do you always have to come to me?"

"Remember Olivia, the oldest and most powerful, the one we first told you about?"

"Yeah."

"She was kind of our 'queen', if you want to put it that way."

"Please, tell me you're not grooming me to be her. I'm not good with all that kind of responsibility." Tate whined, hefting her bags onto her shoulders.

"We are, Tatum you are the most powerful Wycker and we're here to tell you something."

"All right, tell me."

"Something evil has resurfaced and it's already taken too many lives. I think it might've killed the young woman in the case your father and the Winchesters are working on." Alana said, reaching out to grasp Tate's hand.

"Wait, you think it killed this chick at this college?" Tate had remembered the college from her nightmare and the thing that 'killed' Dean. "Did it look like a man and is able to vanish into the shadows?"

"Yes. Why, have you seen it?" Nero asked, looking far too concerned for Tate's liking.

"I saw it in a dream...nightmare."

"Tell us."

"Whatever he, it, was it killed Dean. Shot him five times in the chest and then when I got there he said killing him was a 'warning for the Wycker'. Is that what you're talking about?"

"It sounds like him doesn't it Nero?"

"Very much so."

"So wait, Shadow-Man is what? A spirit? Pissed off ghost? Demon?"

"No, he's an Unspeakable One."

"Alana, you have to give me more than that."

"An Unspeakable One is someone, in this case your 'Shadow-Man', who was once a Wycker but turned evil. He's pure evil and the last one left, there were two others, but we destroyed them. He slipped away."

"So what do we do? Exorcise him?"

"No, it's complicated; I can not tell you right now. You need to go warn your father and keep both eyes on Dean, at all times. We do not need your vision to play out."

"It was just a nightmare Nero."

"You're a Wycker now Tatum, dreams and nightmares hold more importance than before." Tate nearly growled at him and then looked at her clock.

"I've got to go."

"All right, go. We'll find you when we can tell you more." And just as fast as they came, Nero and Alana poofed out of sight.

"I swear; I'll never get used to that." She muttered as she turned everything off and locked the place up on her way out; ready to tackle the four hour drive ahead of her.Rolling her eyes as she walked toward the elevator, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Dean's number again.

"Tate?"

"Dean, I'll be there in a few hours. I'll call you when I get closer and find some places to meet you."

"All right. No driving like a mad-woman."

"Pot calling the kettle black."

"Shut up. Be careful, huh?"

"I'll try. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Bye."

"See ya later." She flipped her phone shut as the elevator doors opened.