For those of you who are keeping score at home, the last chapter was supposed to be chapter 10, not 9; I goofed up and forgot to change it since I used the same file. So 'Chained and Let Loose' is 1o and this is 11. Lets call it a "technical error" lol. And yes, I've updated twice in a matter of hours. I'm still not sure which "Dark" set of notes I'm going to use, but by the end of this story, I'll know. So onto the next chapter. Keep reading and reviewing and letting me know what you think.

Chapter 11- Bloody Full Moon

Tate's scream died down when she saw Dean push away the literal dead weight of the werewolf and let the gun in his hand tumble to the ground. Falling to her knees, like a saint dropping down to pray, she knelt down beside him in the wet ground and before she could reach for him, was pulled into his arms.

"Jesus Dean! Don't do that again!"

"Kill the bad guy? Tate…" She could hear the smirk in his voice and was tempted to slap him.

"No, almost get yourself killed."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you were helping Jake. Jake?" She called, bending around Dean and brushing Jake's shoulder.

"Jake. Jake. Jake, come on. We're gonna get you out of here." Dean said, nudging him after every word. But when he didn't respond, Dean made out the distinct sound of Sam coming up next to him and Tate's breath hitching. Sam dropped a hand onto Tate's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, trying to ease her panic away.

"Jake, come on." Dean tried again, but again nothing happened.

"Dean…" Sam said, his voice wavering over the letters of his brother's name and wished he sounded more sure of the situation for Tate. She reached for him and this time, gently rolled Jake towards her. A huge slash opened his abdomen, allowing the trio around him to see directly into his stomach cavity and caused Tate to gag, her eyes watering.

"Ta…Tate." He rasped, looking up and reaching out for his former fiancée

"Yeah Jakey?" Tate asked her own voice cracking and tried not to cry.

"You…you know…I love you…right?"

"Yeah babe, I know. Shh, don't worry about telling me that right now, just worry about staying calm until we get you outta here." She said, brushing her hand slowly across his face.

"Ta…do me a…a favor okay?"

"Yeah, anything."

"Give…give my…my badge to ma."

"Jake…Jake, don't talk like that."

"Please…say you will."

"I will."

"That's my girl…I…I always knew you were different and…and I knew I'd never…be able to keep you….keep you happy. Dean…Dean, take care of her." Dean nodded and Tate, with tears in her eyes and rain falling, called Nero over.

"Nero poof him. Take him to the hospital. Don't let him die."

"Tatum…"

"Nero! Do it!" She yelled, thunder crashing over head and a streak of vivid blue lightning cracking over head, lighting the park up like a night club. A moment later, when they were gone and all that was left of Jake was a few traces of blood, Tate fell forward onto the hard ground beneath her and cried; the sky cried with her. The ran came down harder than it had in days, pricking at the skin on Dean's face and biting the back of Sam's neck. The wind blew through the park with the velocity to rip trees from the ground and if, if and only if, Alana wasn't prepared, it would've knocked her to the ground. The lightning wailed and bellowed, singing a haunting melody as it connected with the air, screeching and shrieking. The sky lit up in different colors, reds, blues and greens, the lightning coming down like strobe lights. With one last heart and body breaking sob from Tate, the thunder over head came to life, rumbling over the next wave of sound behind it; shaking the earth below and making Sam and Dean shudder, the vibrations coming up through their shoes. Alana stood there, awestruck by the awesome display of power erupting from the younger woman.

"Dean, stop her. The weather is going haywire." Alana said calmly, her own powers slowing down the winds that snapped and bit viciously around the four. Dean, doing as the immortal woman said so, collected Tate's shaking form and pulled her into him, his jacket smothering sobs and wails, collecting tears that held memories of Tate and Jacob and let them wash down onto the earth under their feet.

"Tate…shh. Shh. Baby, everything will be fine. I promise you."

"Dean, I was supposed to protect him too! If I can't protect him what does that mean for you, Sammy and Fancy? Those bastards could take you away from me too!"

"Shh, shh. Not now. Lets take you home. We can deal with this in the morning." He felt her nod against his shoulder and then watched her finger clench around his upper arm, not hard enough to hurt but enough pressure to make him realize she needed him.

"Dean, I don't want to loose Jacob. I can't. Part of me still loves him." She said before breaking off into more tears, more tears pelting Dean's coat as a pang of jealous ran through him. "Christ…just imagine if you had been where Jake was standing. Dean…I'd, I'd…I dunno what I'd be. I can tell you, worse than I am now. Dean, I love you so much. And I know I don't say it enough."

"Guys, this moment is cute and all, but we need to either leave or find the werewolves." Sam said, pulling out the keys to the Impala.

"We're going. We can not get them one the sun's up. We have no idea what they look like." Alana said, making her way toward the tree line.

"I know what they look like; I saw them when they took me somewhere deeper into the woods. They must've knocked me because I came to in the old stables. So they must be around there somewhere." Tate said, standing up and sticking close to Dean.

"We'll come back in the morning or whenever and check out the stables. You said they left you there, so there has to be some significant reason why they left you there."

"A reason? To make my allergies kick up?" She asked Sam, her signature smile on her lips as if the break down and freakish weather never happened.

"Yeah, I'm sure that was the reason." Sam said stepping into line in the wet footprints Alana had left behind. As the four walked toward the cars, Dean draped his arm across Tate's shoulders and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple; a silent 'I love you'. Tate leaned into him and bumped him with her hip, smiling when he bumped her back. Yeah, they were good.

Coming to the curb where the cars sat, Tate dropped the Mustang's keys into Dean's hand and walked over to her crimson beauty, Scarlet. Her father had named the car long before he even thought of giving it to his daughter and when he told her the name, he asked if she wanted to change it. Tate disagreed and kept her baby's name. She leaned against Scarlet's passenger's side down, crossed her legs at the ankles and yawned, waiting for the boys. Sam and Dean made arrangements, decided whether it was best to go home or to the hospital. Alana walked up slowly to the younger Wycker and smiled at her.

"Tatum, if you need anything find me young one." She said, pressing her hand over Tate's heart and then walking down the sidewalk, nodding silent goodbyes to the boys before disappearing in the dark streets. Dean left Sam, nodding towards the Impala and then walked right into Tate, his legs on either side of hers. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Are you all right?"

"I will be." He cocked an eye brow. "Dean, I mean it. I'll be fine, its just not everyday I see something like that happen to someone I actually know."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm sure. All I want to do now is go home, call Fancy and then go to sleep. And if you're good, you can sleep with me." She said, smiling and then darting out to kiss him on the cheek. Pulling open the door behind her, she slid into the car and leaned forward, resting her head on the dash. Sighing, she felt a hand on her back and leaned back into the touch, smiling when Dean let out a yelp when she caught his hand between her body and the chair.

"Let go Tate."

"Fine." She leaned forward again and let him go, watching as he dropped his hands onto the wheel.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yes, I'll be fine. Just drive Winchester." She said, leaning back in the seat and putting her head back. She dozed in and out, coming to every time Dean 'accidentally' turned the radio up louder or took a turn too fast. She woke up right before Dean killed the engine in the hotel's parking lot to the growing familiar sound of Nero 'poofing' into the back of the Mustang.

Tate, with sleep filled eyes, turned and looked at the man behind her. His dark gold eyes were downcast and found something interesting under the front seat to stare at. Reaching back to him, Tate gently lifted his chin and brought him eye level to her.

"Nero?"

"I'm so very sorry Tatum." He said, handing her Jake's police badge, the gold chain he wore with a cross and his father's wedding band hanging from it and the ear ring he wasn't supposed to wear while on duty. She wrapped the chain around her hand, put the ear ring in her pocket and gently caressed the badge as a light rain began to patter against the windshield.