Here's chapter five and I can't take all the credit for writing this chapter. A good chunk of it was written by my friend Carissa. I wrote the beginning and half of the middle, from there to the end is a lot of what she wrote with some changes added to fit the scene since she wrote the parts I used before I wrote this. So I hope you guys like what we came up with. B.E

Chapter 5- Thunderstruck

"Tell her what Tate?" Dean asked again and this time Tate held his stare, not blinking or back away, but her mind was working a mile a minute. She still hadn't told them all she had told Fancy and she was drunk at the time, she couldn't exactly control what she said.

"I was going to tell her about what happened at work the other day." She said calmly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, that 'paid vacation' bullshit?"

"Yeah, that." She said as she slid off the counter top and dropped down onto a stool. She had just gotten comfortable when there was knock on the window in the front door; Tate could make out a soaked figure through the rain covered glass.

"Its Sam right?" Fancy asked, looking right at Sam.

"Yeah."

"Be a peach and get the door for me, its probably one of the guys from the police station, I open up at lunch time for them." She said, running her finger across his hand before he backed away from the counter, a smile on his face, and went toward the door.

"You are horrible." Tate said; leaning over as Fancy brought Dean a drink.

"I know I am and you are…oh shit, look who just walked." Fancy muttered as Tate did what she said and felt her jaw drop. In the door way, on the step in front of the door that dropped down into the bar stood Jacob Kirk, her ex-fiancé. He wasn't wearing his police uniform, but instead wore a pair of jeans with a plain black t-shirt with his gun in its holster at his waist and his leather jacket over his shoulders; rain running down it in small streams. His hair, that he refused to make regulation length dripped into his eyes and for a minute, Tate was focused on the rain drop the trickled down his cheek bone.

"Tate?" Fancy's voice sounded like it was miles away and it took her ten seconds to snap out of it. She shook her head, blinked until she almost lost her contacts and spun to look at Dean, making sure he hadn't seen what had happened. He didn't, he was back to talking with Sam.

"Fancy, do something about him."

"What do you want? Sure, he's your ex but he's my rent money. So, he stays." She said as she walked over and pulled Jake into a slight hug.

"Long time no see Jacob, I know your brother taught you better." She said as she brought him back to the bar and Tate tried to hide under it.

"Sorry, I've been busy. I moved in with my girlfriend Vicky so things have been kinda crazy. Tate, is that you?" Jake's voice hit her ears and for a minute she forgot Dean was sitting next to her, now looking at the young police officer.

"Hey Jakey."

"Wow, Tate you look…wow." He said as he hugged her.

"Thanks, you look good too. So, you're still with Vicky?"

"Yeah, she got a new apartment and I moved in with her. It's nice, I mean its nothing like the place we had together, but it's still nice."

"I still have that place, I redecorated though."

"No more cop stuff hanging around?"

"Nah, I got rid of all that, repainted the place, redid the floors, bought new furniture; you moved out so I kinda did the whole 'clean slate' thing." She said and swore she could feel Dean's eyes burning wholes in her back.

"You painted and redid the floors? Why didn't you call me and Richy? We would've done it. Thanks Fance." He said as she put a beer in front of him and quickly, before she went to the other side of the bar, gave Tate a sympathetic look.

"I didn't want to be a bother to you guys and besides, by the time I started this, you and Vicky had just gotten together. I didn't want to call you up to come help your ex-fiancée redo her apartment." And just like that, Tate knew she had said the wrong thing; she heard Dean's stool scrape the floor and watched him come into her line of sight. Dean stood right in front of Jake and looked at him, each starring each other down.

"I'm Dean, her boyfriend." Tate rolled her eyes and buried her face in her hands.

"I'm Jake, her ex-future husband. Tate, you didn't tell me you were dating again."

"And you didn't tell me you still talked to this guy." Dean said, giving her a cold look.

"Yeah well I do talk to him still and the reason I didn't tell you was because it just happened. So Jake, how about I buy you dinner one night and we'll catch up? I've been out of town; I remember how much you liked to here about what I did when I went away on assignment."

"Sounds great, you didn't change your number along with the color of the living room, didya?"

"Nah, it's still our old number."

"Great, I'll give ya a call." He said, walking past Dean and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Fance, thanks for the beer, I'm gonna get outta here. We gotta catch up sometime too."

"Of course Jake. I might just tag along when you and Tate go out to dinner."

"Sounds like a plan. Bye ladies, it was nice to meet you Dean." Tate watched as Dean nodded and then Jake walk back out into the rain, a breath she been holding in escaped her lips. Dean turned back to look at her and Tate backed up, almost sitting in Sam's lap.

"We have to talk, now!" Tate looked up at him and tried to smile, but he turned and walked toward the stage before he could even see it. Sam and Fancy looked at one another and silently a plan was made.

"Tate, sweetheart, Sam and I are gonna take off. Let you and Dean work this out, I'll be back in an hour. Come on Sam." Sam gave Tate a hug, kissed her on the cheek and walked out; Fancy mirrored Sam's actions and followed him. Once she was left alone, she looked over at Dean and found him pacing the stage.

"We're alone, you can yell now." She said calmly.

"Ex-fiancé! He lived with you! Tate, what else don't I know about you?"

"A whole hell of a lot."

"But he lived with you! He slept in our bed, ate in our kitchen, was in our shower…" Tate jumped to her feet, cutting him off; she seemed to cross the floor in two steps and was right in Dean's face, her eyes glowing.

"What do you mean, our? We don't live together; you crashed at my place, that's all. You showed up on my door three weeks ago with flowers and those damn puppy dog eyes saying "me and Sammy need a place to stay until we get a new case, can we stay with you?" We don't live together! Jake and I did! He moved in with me! And yes, ex-fiancé! We were going to get married but I backed out. It was only about year ago that I backed out and do you know why? Do you want to know? Answer me Dean and don't look at me like that, you've had this coming all day."

"Why?" Dean asked, looking down at Tate with fear in his eyes.

"You're stupid ass father calls me saying he has a lead on that damn demon that killed your mother and asked me to help, to take up the research end to help him find exactly where it would strike next. Next thing I know he's calling me about Sammy's little girlfriend Jess. Jacob's a cop, he's seen and heard a lot, but do you honestly think he'd believe me if I told him I couldn't marry him because my dad's best friend called me to help him hunt down a demon that kills its victims by pinning them to the ceiling and then torching their houses? Do you think he would? No! So I told him I wasn't ready to be married and backed out! Because your father called me, I left him! I gave up my life for him, for you guys again! Now, got any other complaints about what you just saw between me and him?" She asked, tears running down her cheeks.

"No, no more complaints."

"Good. I'm leaving. Stay here till Fancy gets back." And without another word, she took off. Dean watched her get a cab and most likely head back to the hotel. She did just that, she headed back to the Hilton and headed to the front desk, calling up the valet service and asked for her car. A few minutes later, her '69 Mustang appeared at the curb and she walked out to meet her valet. After tipping the man, she hopped in and wrapped her fingers around the wheel; it had been too long since she last drove it.

With the key in the ignition, Tate felt the Mustang awaken beneath her. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scents which we're flowing around her in a whirlwind; leather, her own perfume, cigarettes and just a hint of Dean. Pulling away from the curb, Tate soon hit the gas, sending the Mustang soaring down the nearly-empty street like a bat out of hell. Her custom crimson baby was speeding down the rain-slicked roads to nowhere, with Tate behind the wheel.

xXxXx

Two and a half hours, Sam and Fancy came walking down the sidewalk, his arm slung over her shoulders and hers around his waist. The two spent the afternoon talking over sandwiches at a deli down the street from the bar. Coming to the front window, Fancy looked in and sighed.

"Your brother's there but Tate's gone."

"The Impala's still here, she must've taken her car. Where do you think she went?"

"Probably upstate into Maine maybe. We have friends up in Bangor." Fancy grabbed Sam's wrist and turned it to look at his watch. "She's probably flying through Augusta by now, that's more than half way there. Knowing the way she drives when she's pissed, she could be in Bangor by now."

"I'm going to check on Dean." Sam said as he slipped away from Fancy and into the bar. Dean sat at a table near the bar, toying with the charm that hung from his neck, his eyes cast downward and refused to look up at the sound of the door slamming shut behind Fancy.

"Dean? Dean, what happened?" Sam asked, taking a seat next to his older brother.

"What do you think?"

"Did she break up with you?"

"No!"

"She left; did she say where she was going?" Fancy asked, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"No, she just left. She got a cab and must've gone back to the hotel to get her car. She was so pissed at me. She told me what happened between her and Jake."

"You mean why she didn't marry him?"

"Yeah."

"I was the only person she told about that, she left Jake because your father needed help with that demon." Sam and Dean both looked up at her, eye brows arched and jaws almost hitting the table top.

"She told you about what we do?"

"Of course she did Sammy."

"And you believe her?"

"Why not? It sounds logical and it also sounds very arrogant to think humans are the only things that walk this earth. Besides, I always knew Tate was a little weird." She told them as she sat across from Dean. "How could you let her leave like that Dean?"

"I…I, I don't know. Sam, why didn't you talk to her before? I mean, at the park to calm her down about the thing with the other cop?"

"You're not going to blame this on me, Dean. You're the one who pissed her off to begin with. She's friends with that cop."

"Wait, what cop? Richy?" Fancy asked, looking at the two of them.

"Yeah him."

"Oh please, those two are always like that. She pushes his buttons and he pushes hers."

"I don't care Fancy; we all have to look out for one another around here, I mean look what happened to her last time we let her out of our sight." Dean said and knew Sam regretted what happened to Tate with that Dark Room Ghost.

"Said the insensitive loud-mouth who should take his own damn advice sometimes!" Dean glared at Sam, but was startled by a crack of lightning which didn't seem too far away.

"Give me your cell phone, I have to call her."

"Use your own damn Minutes Dean."

"Give me, your goddamn, phone."

"Oh for God sakes!" Fancy said as she reached into her sweater pocket and pulled out her phone, tossing it to Dean. "Her number is in my phonebook." She told Dean as Sam mouthed 'thank you' to her. A minute later, Dean looked up.

"I think she turned the damn thing off, she's not answering, it's going to voicemail."

"Ever think she wants some time away from your jealousy?" Sam asked, arching an eye brow.

"You don't know what it's like."

"Excuse me? Oh you're kidding right? I don't know what it's like!" Dean caught his breath mid-way, knowing he shouldn't have said what he said.

"I… shit. I'm sorry Sammy. I just…"

"It's Sam. And you know what Dean? Stop your bullshit. I'm sick of it, and Tate's made it clear that she is too."

"And you have to know something Dean, she didn't take that kinda crap from Jake. He didn't dare fight with her about friends and her life, he knew better." Fancy said as both she and Sam backed away from the table, each getting ready to go find Tate if need be.

Dean looked up at his bigger, younger brother and girlfriend's best friend, and for once in his life, was rendered speechless. After a few moments had passed, and both brothers' and Fancy retreated to different parts of the bar; Dean still at the table, Fancy behind the bar and Sam sitting on the stage, Dean looked up and cleared his throat.

"I guess I'm just worried about her." He said quietly, hating to admit he had a compassionate side. "I don't want her to get hurt."

"You think I do? She's always been there for me Dean…I want her safe too."

"None of us do, she's like my little sister. Are we going to find her or what?" Fancy asked, balling a towel up and throwing it onto the counter.

xXxXx

Tate was treating the Mustang like a jockey during a race; hugging turns, and pushing it as far and as fast as it could go. She had taken off nearly three hours ago and had already passed through Augusta, just like Fancy had predicted. "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC was just finishing up when lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the Impala and flashing white across Tate's skin.

"Jesus…" She said to herself, as she flicked off the stereo; "How suiting for the weather."

The rain was coming down heavier, and the low rumbling of thunder seemed to make the thin tires of the Mustang shudder beneath its slick carriage. Slowing the vehicle a little, Tate shook her head; "I hate the rai-"

Before Tate could finish cursing the weather, Mother Nature sent another bolt of lightning cracking down right before Tate's' eyes. The lightning struck one of the old tree's which lined the back road a few miles out of Augusta. In a flash, the tree began tumbling over- coming only inches from the Mustang, which had come to a screeching halt due to Tate, and the reflexes which took years' to perfect. Out of breath, and clearly shaken up, Tate's knuckles shown white against the black steering wheel.

Tate sat back in the car, cursing herself for leaving the house in the first place, and hoping she'd get out of this mess quickly. She was drained, physically, mentally and emotionally, from the day… all she wanted to do was crawl into bed.

Tossing her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose, she inhaled deeply, and then began hunting around the car for her cell phone which had gone missing during a turn which she had taken a little too tightly. Lightning broke overhead again and Tate shot up in her seat. Looking out her window as the sky remained illuminated; Tate seemed to lose the ability to breathe when she saw what looked like the shadow of something vicious standing not too far from the glistening Mustang.