Ta-da! I give you the 'Accident'. Its not what I started with, but I think its good. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 5- Flashback

Tate, Sam and Dean sat at a booth in the back of a small diner right off the college campus, each of them involved with their food and not a word spilled from their lips. The boys had spoken before their meals came about the pictures they found, the previous murders and where they were staying for the night, but Tate seemed to refuse joining in. Her eyes found a spot to focus on and barely left it. Across the diner sat a man with his kids, a boy and a girl; twins. They were, from where she sat, identical. Sighing, she picked at the fries Dean hadn't stolen off her plate and allowed her mind to drift. Her thoughts fell on a boy with auburn hair and sky blue eyes with just a hint of purple in them. He had the same smile as her, the same nose and face structure, same laugh, same everything. Garrett had been her best friend, her partner in crime, her brother. But when she was eighteen, he was taken away from her. He was taken from her before she and Dean officially broke up, before the Impala was his baby, before Sam left for Stanford and Jess was just a dream girl in a young man's imagination and before Boston was even an option for her.

Dean sat behind the wheel of his beat up Ram Charger, the beat up truck had been John's but when he put the final touches on his pet project, his restored Impala, Dean got the older car and knew better than to complain about its condition. He was waiting for Tate to come back; they had stopped at a small truck stop on their way back to the hotel they had for the night; John finally allowed the teenagers to handle a case on their own. That meant little help from him or Tate's dad Ben, but the two fathers were always lurking two steps behind, whether their kids knew it or not. Tate's twin brother Garrett sat on Dean's right, Sam in the back and that left the seat behind Garrett empty for Tate. Garrett was the male version of Tate, same attitude and same features, with slight differences. Tate's eyes were that pale lilac petal purple where Garrett's were blue with small purple specks. But that was it, with the exception of being brother and sister, they were identical. Dean eyed Garrett and smiled. He had been around the boy as long as he had been around Tate; it was going on ten years that summer when Ben brought the twins to their father's semi-permanent residence outside of Topeka, Kansas. Garrett was like another brother to him, even though they were the same age and he dated his sister. As soon as they got back to their hotel, Dean had plans with Tate. He was going to take her to the small pool behind one of the narrow room filled buildings and tell her what he wanted to tell her for nearly two years; he wanted to tell her he loved her. Hearing the car door open, he was pulled from his thoughts and sighed; Tate was back.

"Hey Jackasses." She said as she jumped into the truck and handed out greasy burgers, shakes and fries.

"What took so long?"

"There was a line Rett." She told her younger brother as she slapped him in the back of the head and settled down next to Sam. She smiled at the fourteen year old and leaned over to him.

"What have they been talking about?"

"Nothing actually.We were listening to the radio." Sam answered as he took a sip of his shake. Sighing, Tate relaxed in her seat and closed her eyes. It had been a long four days. John and Ben had finally let the four of them have a case of their own; a ghost who had a history of possessing old family antiques. The ghost, a Civil War solider, had possessed a musket that had been passed down in his family and had killed his great, great, great, there were a lot more greats…granddaughter's husband. Her husband was a descendant of the man who killed him and his revenge was to kill her husband. So, after getting the proper instructions from her father, the four of them exorcised the ghost and saved the day like their dads did. It gave Tate a warm feeling inside, a proud one and she couldn't wait to call her father and tell him all went well. Her attention came back to the car as Garrett changed the radio station and picked up only static

"I hate being in the middle of no where." He muttered as he toyed with the dial more. He was more like Dean than their own father, guess that's what happens when you grow up around people, or at least that's what Tate always chalked it up to.

"Stop whining Gar and just put in a tape." Dean said, flicking his wrist toward the glove box. His eyes caught Tate's in the mirror and winked at her, causing the dark haired girl to laugh.

"Man! Don't flirt with my sister while I'm around. It creeps me out. It's bad enough Sam and I have the room next to yours and I swear Tatum, if dad knew the things that Sam and I know, he'd haul our asses all the way back to Boston." He told his sister, turning around in his seat so he could look at her. She was older than him by five minutes and was always willing to brag about it.

"Not my fault she's your sister Garrett." Dean told him as he flicked on the blinker, leaving the main road and turning onto a back one. The kids had been there long enough to know a small bridge would be coming up soon, but no one saw the thick silvery gray wisp, it had been following Tatum since the truck stop, float up along side the Ram Charger.

"You don't have to always make out with her in front of me." Tate laughed at Garrett, he was always trying to act like the protective older brother he strived to be, but he could never pull it off right. Tate listened to the two boys in front bicker over hers and Dean's relationship, smiling every time Dean said something that made her brother shudder. Sam sat across from her, rolling his eyes every time Garrett shouted back, egging his older brother on even more. As they came to the bridge, the wisp increased in size and hung back, waiting for the right moment; the Ram Charger to come to the middle of the metal crossway. When it did, like a gust of wind, the wisp hit, cackling as the truck rocked onto the passengers side wheels.

"What the hell was that!" Tate screamed as she pushed herself off her window, wiping spilt thick chocolate ice cream off her hand.

"I have no idea. Sammy, you okay back there?" Dean asked, moving around in his seat. Sam nodded as Tate gripped Garrett's shoulders.

"You okay punk?"

"Yeah, you?" Before Tate could answer, it happened again and again, the last time the truck went through the railing. The huge car propelled itself down toward the dark churning waters below and four terrified screams came through the closed windows. On the bridge, the wisp took the form of a man dressed in old, Civil war style fatigues with a musket resting over his shoulder, a smile on his face. After hearing the loud crash below, the ghost burst into small fragments and blew away as a light breeze blew through the trees.

Below the bridge, the Ram Charger sunk deeper and deeper with the four inside. Tate, not knowing what to do or how to get out, she looked frantically at Dean, her brother, Sam and then the window next to her where water was slowly seeping in. Unbuckling her seat belt, she dove over the back seat, nearly hitting Sam in the face with her work boots and groped around in the dark until she found what she was looking for; the rifle Dean had thrown in there before they left on the hunt. With shaky arms and tear filled eyes, she pulled the trigger and watched as water rushed in the back window. Before she realized what was going on, Sam was knocking out the rest of the glass and swimming into the on coming current. Looking back at the two in the front, her now wet hair flying and sticking to her face, she followed Sam and prayed she'd make it to the top before she ran out of air. Following Sam through the murky water, Tate found herself turning back every few seconds to see where Garrett and Dean were, but found it harder to swim that way. After what felt like hours, she broke the surface of the water and felt herself panicking. None of the boys were anywhere near her, fear swept through her at the thought of not finding them.

"Tate!"

Hearing her name, she whipped around in the water and saw Dean standing on the shore with Sam sitting on the ground next to him. Pushing through the brown water, she swam over to the boys and when she got close enough, she crawled onto the sand bank. Before she had a chance to collapse, Dean scooped her up and cradled her against his chest.

"I was so worried, I didn't see you anywhere." Dean muttered into her wet hair

"I'm here, I'm here now." She said as she rubbed circles into the back of his neck, right where his hair line started. Pressing kisses to her face, Dean's lips moved to her ear.

"Tate, I have to tell you something."

"What De?" She asked, looking around for Garrett

"I lo…" Tate snapped out of his arms before he could get anymore letters out. Rushing down toward the water she watched as Garrett's blue baseball cap washed ashore, Sam reached out and plucked it out of the murky waves.

The sounds of the small diner returned, but Tate was still eighteen. The police had trolled the waters for Garrett's body for days after the accident, but all they dredged up was the car. Right after the accident the Winchester men thought Ben would never be the same again. He was furious for days, Dean and Sam were in shock; John still couldn't believe it and Tate had closed herself off from the world. She had shut down completely, barely spoke to anyone, rarely ate and refused to even see Dean and her father. John and Ben had gone back to the bridge and looked to see what truly caused the accident. At Garrett's funeral, where they only buried his hat, Tate refused to look at Dean and when he tried to talk to her, she snapped. She blamed him for Garrett's death, saying he was driving and no matter what really happened, it was all his fault. After several weeks and numerous trips to the bridge, John and Ben discovered the truth and Dean was not the one at fault. But when they told Tate, she refused to believe it and refused to apologize to Dean. When her father told her the truth, she already made arrangements and was moving back to Boston. Boston was her home town and after losing Garrett she was ready to give up 'hunting'.

"Tate?" Hearing her name, she blinked several times, tears threatening to fall and turned to find Dean starring at her.

"Yeah?" She rasped; taking a deep breath and catching a tear before it fell.

"We're going to head to the hotel, you ready?" He asked as she stood up and threw several dollars on the table.

"I need some fresh air." And with that she was gone. Sam followed the path where Tate's eyes had been locked and saw what she had been starring at. Shaking his head, he knew why she had spaced out.

"Dean, look." Sam hissed, nodding toward the young twins. A young boy and girl sat there eating with their father. Blinking, Dean saw Tate and Garrett sitting there, laughing with Ben over some stupid magic trick Garrett had been fond of when he was around the boy's age.

Blinking again, he turned to Sam and sighed.

"Pay the bill, I'll go find Tate."

"Okay."

Dean rushed out and found Tate in the parking lot, leaning against the Impala with a cigarette between her lips. Her long auburn hair caught the fading sun's last rays and turned all the strands to a ruby red. Dean remembered when he was allowed to run his fingers through her hair, now, over the past few hours that she had been with them, he was barely allowed near her.

"I thought you stopped?"

"Started up again." She said with a shrug.

"I saw those kids."

"Dean, don't. Don't start. I'm not in the mood to hear it." She said, tapping her cigarette again the side of the car, smirking when she heard a growl catch in his throat, and watched the ashes fly away.

"You know, I did, do blame myself. I always did, even before you said so. Every thing you said at his funeral was all true. I can still remember what you said and how loud you yelled it at me."

"Dean, stop. It was a pissed off ghost that was mad at me for exorcising it and tried to kill me. It didn't kill me, it killed my twin. So technically it killed half of me."

"Tate…"

"Let me finish. I was a bitch back then, well nothing's really changed, I blamed you for everything and took off. I ran away and hid like I always do every time things get tough. It's not your fault, I blamed you and I should've blamed myself. I ran to you first and never looked for Rett. So now, eight years later, I apologize."

"Tate, you didn't have to do that."

"I did, now drop it. Can we go back to the hotel? I'm exhausted and the jet lag is finally catching up with me."

"All right, let's get Sam." By the time they got to the small road side hotel, Tate was asleep. Carefully Dean picked her up and carried her inside. There were only two beds, standard hotel room, which meant Dean was giving up his bed. Laying her down, he pulled the blankets up around her and brushed her hair back, kissing her forehead.

"Dean, you're going to let her have your bed?" Sam asked as he dropped their bags on the floor and sat on his bed.

"Yeah, I'll sleep on that shitty love seat."

"I saw you kiss her." Dean nearly growled when he saw his younger brother smile at him.

"That's enough Sam." And the two were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds in the room was Tate's deep breathing and Sam's shoes hitting the floor.

"You know, they found Garrett's body. It went down stream. A couple of fishermen found him, he drowned before he made it to the surface. I remember he was right behind you. Dad and Ben heard about it on the CB radio and went to check it out. This was a couple of weeks after Tate left. I think she already had a place by then. Ben never told her and made me swear not to tell anyone."

"I see that you listen well." Dean said, his eyes never leaving the sleeping young woman in his bed.