Okay, the creepy is back and hopefully it'll get better in the next chapter. I have only three more chapters to do in Dark Room and then I'm gonna start writing, hopefully if you guys think I should, a sequel called Dark Roads.Let me know what you think about this and the idea for the sequel, so keep reading and reviewing.

Chapter 13- Little Brothers

Tate tapped her nails nervously on the door handle on the passengers side of her mother's Explorer and starred aimlessly out the front window. It was barely five in the morning, but you were allowed to call upon your parents that early if it was important; finding Sam was important. Serena sat in the driver's seat, her weary eyes focused on the road and Dean was in back. A wave of guilt kept washing over her, it was non stop, and her thoughts kept rushing back to Sam. It was all her fault, if she had stayed or came back earlier and hadn't got so caught up with Dean, Sam would still be in the room. Serena's tired eyes fell on Tate and a sigh escaped her. Serena was only there because, if Sam was at the college, she could get them in without any trouble.

"Tate, stop tapping." Her mother said, reaching over to grab her hand, only to have Tate jerk away as soon as she reached for her.

"She's right Tate, its making me nervous." Dean said, leaning up toward her seat and looking over at her. She wanted to slap him; he was just as much at fault here too.

"It's all my fault. I left to go find you, Sam left and now we have no idea where the hell he is."

"Well, we did have fun." He said with that smirk; Tate rolled her eyes and flicked him on the nose.

"Dean, this is not the time or the place. We have to find Sam." She told him as he fell back onto his seat and looked back at her.

"Where are we going to start looking?"

"The college first."

"Sounds like a good place to me." Serena said as she pulled up to the stop light and flipped on her blinker; preparing to make the right hand turn to start heading toward the campus.

"The college? Are you sure?"

"Dean..." She said, turning around in her seat to look at him. "...something about this doesn't feel right. I really don't think he got caught up at some diner with a greasy burger."

"You know who he eats."

"Dean! I'm not joking so stop screwing around." Serena winced at the sound of her daughter shouting so early in the morning, but gracefully turned the car and headed toward the college. Dean sat in perfect silence in the back seat, watching Tate turn around and fall back into her seat with a huff. She continued tapping, her nails pinging on the interior of the door and then, he heard the familiar sounds of her chunky combat boots pounding on the floor boards; just what he needed her foot tapping too. A few minutes later, Serena pulled into her space in the teacher's parking lot and let the two of them out.

"Are you two going to be all right?"

"Yeah ma, we'll be fine." Tate said, giving Serena half of a hug through the window.

"Dean, watch out for her will you?"

"Of course Serena, I've been watching out for her for years."

"Yeah, yeah, watching out for me my ass." Tate muttered as she tugged at the sleeves of her hoodie; it was still early and the air had a too cool tinge to it. A slight breeze, like the one she first felt when she walked into the darkroom picked up and wrapped around her; the hair on her arms stood up straight, something was going on here.

"How do we get in?"

"Dean, here are my keys, I'll need them back so don't lose them. But there's a master key on there, the only with the black dot on it, that can get you into the art department. The other key, with the piece of masking tape on it, is for the science wing. It won't work any where else but that building. So I'd stick with the master key and if you need to, use it to get into the art building."

"Where do you think we should look first?" Tate asked, wrapping Dean's arm around her shoulders; still unable to get the chill to leave her.

"You said the ghost attacked all those girls in the dark room, so head for the art department."

"Thanks ma."

"Yeah thanks Serena."

"Good luck you two and be careful." She said as she revved the engine and pealed out of the parking lot. Once she left, Dean looked down at Tate and placed a kiss on her head.

"What's the matter? I know you don't get scared."

"I'm not, I'm cold."

"Cold? You're wearing shorts and a hoodie and its almost seventy degrees out."

"Not that kinda cold, the kinda cold you feel when something is wrong or in our case, when something bad is around." She told him as he pulled her closer and they began walking toward the college. "I just want to kill this bitch and get it over with."

"Sam had the Impala, we don't have any weapons." Dean said as Tate scanned the parking lot and found a familiar set of tail lights starring back at her.

"Found the car." She said as she took off running, the car was still on and parked near the side entrance to the dorms. Coming closer to the car, she heard the familiar sound of whimpering and rushed to the passenger's side, praying it was Sam but found a scared girl instead. Her clothes were rumpled and tears tracked down her face. Kneeling down in front of her, Tate reached out and tried to grab her shoulder, but the girl pulled away and screamed.

"Hey! Knock it off! I'm here to help!"

"Just don't touch me, get away!"

"All right, I won't touch you. I'm here to help you." She said as she shrugged off her hoodie and handed it to the girl.

"I'm Tate."

"Kara."

"What happened to you Kara?" Dean asked, coming up behind Tate and giving the girl a hand up.

"I don't remember."

"What do you remember? Tate asked, rubbing her now bare arms; her tank top provided no warmth now.

"Me and a couple of girl friends were getting ready to go out, I went to get my car and then I was surrounded by a black fog. The next thing I know, I'm laying out here on the ground."

"She was possessed." Dean whispered to Tate, she nodded and then pulled out her cell phone.

"Kara, I'm gonna call you a cab and when it gets here, you're going to go home and get some sleep. You just had too much to drink that's all, you'll be fine later." Tate turned to Dean. "Wait with her; I'm going to see if I can find Sam."

"What! You're not going in there alone."

"The ghost wants me not you, stay here. Sam and I talked about this, just now he's the bait and I gotta run in and save him. It'll work, I promise. I find him and when she's gone, you come in with the stuff."

"I don't like…" She cut him off when she placed to fingers over his lips.

"I knew you wouldn't. But I'll be fine; I know what I'm doing." Dean sighed and gave into her, raking a hand through his hair.

"Give me a call when you find Sam."

"Of course." She told him as she kissed him before taking off toward the building, disappearing from Dean's line of sight as she threw herself into the shadows. Pulling out the keys her mother gave them, she opened the doors to the art building and headed in. First thing she did was pull around her small book bag and grabbed the flashlight she had in there. All the lights were turned off in school and she really didn't need to set something off by turning them on. Along with the flashlight came one of Dean's guns she grabbed from a dresser drawer before she left and walked down the hall; the only sounds around her were the normal sounds of the building and her boots hitting the floor.

"Sam!" She hissed, her voice coming out through the small gap between the top and bottom rows of her teeth. "Sam where are you!" She called again as she crept further down the hall, coming to Professor Bowen's class. Hearing something scrape across the floor in his class, she shined the beam of light inside and walked in slowly, flash light and gun held out in front of her.

"Miss King!" Startled, Tate dropped the flash light and locked eyes with Professor Bowen. A gasp escaped her lips and nearly squeezed the trigger.

"Jesus Professor! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She hissed as she picked up the flash light and turned it off, the gun slipped into her pocket.

"I could ask you the same thing Miss King."

"I'm here for a reason, what about you?"

"I'm here getting things ready for Monday."

"Its five thirty on a Sunday morning, I think you have some time till Monday. You know what's going on, don't you?" He rubbed his face with both hands and let out a quivering sigh.

"It's Tracy, she's after me."

"Tracy? The ghost!"

"Yes the ghost. She's after me, she only needs one more soul to become human and come after me. I've read up on it, it's one life for another. She'll take my place on this plane and I'll die."

"Why the hell didn't you tell us earlier? I have no idea how to kill her!"

"You can only kill her after she gets her last soul."

"Damn! She's going to use Sam and then kill you!"

"Sam? One of your friends?"

"Yes! The tall one with brown hair. Do you know where she is?"

"She's been using the air vents to get around, so I guess she put him down in the basement where the main air conditioning unit is." Before he could say anymore Tate ran out of the classroom and headed down the hall, looking for the maintenance door that would lead her to the basement; she'd be able to get through it with the master key. When she found it, she jammed the key in the lock and threw her weight against it; when it opened the scent of a musty and stale basement hit her nose.

"Perfect, just like every fucking horror movie I've seen. I am so dead. Monster drags prey to the basement to become bait, stupid hero comes to save prey and becomes prey herself. Great." She muttered as she took to the stairs, the flash light lighting her way and the cool metal of the gun brushed against her hip. Once in the basement, she listened and heard the familiar hum of an air conditioner; she was getting close. Following the sound, she crept beneath tubes and metal vents, what a perfect place to hide, there were hardly any lights down here, just one bulb hanging from a fixture every couple hundred feet.

"Sam?" She tried again, this time she heard a muffled yell and right away knew it was him, she took off running and found him tied to a chair in front of the huge air conditioning unit. Watching him wiggle and squirm under the ropes the ghost had tied him with; Tate tried not to laugh as she pulled out her pocket knife and began to help him get lose. Once enough rope was cut, she let him untangle himself and pulled the gag from his mouth.

"What did she do to you? Are you all right?" She asked, brushing his hair back. Tate had always loved Sam a little more than her own younger brother and that's what had always hurt her the most. Even after Garrett died part of her always wanted to look after Sam, to make sure he was all right, to make sure he had the life he always wanted. She stopped by to see him while he was in college and when Jess died, she was at her funeral standing in the very back hiding behind a pair of sunglasses. After making sure he was some what okay, well his hair and face were okay, she grabbed his face between her hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." He said, followed by a small laugh.

"Good, you scared the shit outta me." She said, flicking his ear. "Now where did the ghost go?"

"I have no idea. She tied me up and then took off."

"Here, call your brother and tell him your okay. I don't need him calling me." She told him as she handed him her phone and pulled him in for a hug. "I was worried about you Sammy, I really was. I don't need to lose you too." She whispered into his hair, feeling far more guilty than she needed to.

"If Dean was here, he'd be screaming about chick flick moments."

"Yeah I know. Call him and then we can get outta here." She told him as they both stood; while Sam dialed Tate wandered around, looking around the basement.

"Its so gross down here, its all moldy and shit."

"It's a basement Tate, its not supposed to be clean." As Tate rounded another corner, leading to a small air conditioning unit, she felt that cold breeze pick up and found herself trapped in it. Out of the inky shadows and into the dimly lit space where Tate stood walked a figure almost identical to hers, just a little taller.

"Garrett." She breathed her eyes and mind not believing what or who stood before her. He looked exactly the same as he did the day of the car accident, same clothes, same shoes, even the same hat that she had buried. The red baseball cap fit around his head, brown wisps of hair sticking out from over his ears and at the nape of his neck. Well worn Converse High Tops still clung to his feet and the same jeans with the huge hole in the knee still covered his legs.

"Hey sis, long time no see."

"You're not real. You're not my brother. Sam! Sam help!"

"No one's going to help you, you wandered to far away and Sam's on the phone with Dean." Caught up in the breeze Tate couldn't move, she couldn't even lift a finger to reach for the gun she had in the waist of her jeans.

"What do you want? Do you really think that by showing up looking like my brother is going to get me to give you my soul?"

"No, but it'll make it easier. The more guilt that you feel, the easier it is for me to steal your soul." The ghost of Tracy Allerdyce said, but the voice was clearly Garrett's, his appearance was just another trick. "This is how I get all my victims."

"Yeah well, I'm not like everyone else."

"That's what they all say. Just give it a few minutes."

"I doubt it." Tate said laughing, her eyes never leaving the ghost. As the two starred each other down, Tate watched as something changed in the ghost's eyes and soon she saw familiar flecks of purple floating to the surface of the previously glassy gray ones.

"You left me Tate; you swam out of the car with Sam! Sam! He's not your brother! He's not even family! You left me behind Tate, you're so selfish, you saved yourself, never once did you turn back for me!"

"I did turn back! I almost drowned! I tried!" She screamed, her eyes burning with anger and starting to fill with tears.

"You left me in that car to die Tate! Did you know that the buckle to my seat belt got jammed? I couldn't get the tab to release! Dean stayed behind to help me for as long as he could, but he couldn't get me free. I was hoping my older sister would come back and save me, but you never did. I watched you swim to the surface with Sam, you only turned back once." The wind around Tate began to grow stronger and stronger; it whipped at her bare skin and caused her hair to fly around her head, her angled ends slapping against the planes of her face. The howling in her ears kept getting louder and louder till it was so loud she could barely hear herself think.

"I wanted to come back for you, but I couldn't. I would've drowned too!" She cried, tears now slipping down her face.

"And when the search parties came, Dad and John were there! Where were you? Off with Sam and Dean right? You didn't even come to look for my body!" Garrett yelled as he stepped toward his sister, nearly identical eyes blazing just like hers had before. He stepped closer and the wind died down, the howling began to fade and her hair fell back down onto her shoulders.

"I couldn't bring myself to do it Rett! If I saw you dead in the car, I would've killed myself!"

"Maybe you should have! And then you let that little punk kid replace me! You let dad find a new son, a new son to help him with the car, to help fixed guns, to polish blades and you let him! You replaced me too! With all of those guys in Boston. Every guy you slept with, every guy you took home and brought to your bed was a cheap fix to try and fill the void I made when I died. And now Dean's back in that place, just another one night attempt to erase me! And who's your little brother now huh? It is your precious Sammy?"

"Rett…" She begged; her words falling from her lips as a sob took over.

"Answer me! Is it Sammy?"

"Of course it is! I replaced you with Sam!"

"I knew it! Bitch!" For a ghost, the slap across her face felt very solid and very real. "I wanted to get away from hunting too, I wanted to go to college and have normal friends, a normal life and a pretty girlfriend. I wanted all of that and because you never came back to help me, I died! This is all your fault Tatum! Everything! My death, your lousy relationship with Dean and every other guy, yours and dad's strained relationship, Sam having to leave school and hell, even Jess's death is your fault! You set all of this into motion years ago when you swam away from me! Its all your fault!" And with that, Tate crumbled to the floor in a heap of tears and body wracking sobs.

"I'm sorry Rett, I'm so sorry!" She screamed out between wails and tears dripping down her nose.

"Now I have you Miss King!" The ghost, who had now turned back into Tracy Allerdyce growled as she grabbed Tate's face with both hands, much like Tate had done a few minutes before to Sam and rolled her eyes back. A spell in a tongue that dated back to a time before man, when the Fates ruled everything, fell from her lips and soon her hands began to glow an eerie electric blue-white. An ear piercing scream tore from Tate's throat as she felt herself literally being pulled from her stomach and out through her mouth. This time Sam heard her, her cell phone still in his hand and raced to find her.

As Sam rounded the corner to where the two woman were, he watched as color began to drain from Tate's skin and flooded up Tracy's ever darkening arms, gray turned to powder white and then to a normal olive complexion; it was reversed on Tate. With a sound, much like crinkling paper, he found himself standing stone still as Tate's skin began to shrivel up, quickly resembling that of a mummy's.

"TATE!" He screamed as the cell phone fell to the ground and he dove for the ever quickly growing solid ghost.

On the floor, Dean's voice echoed from the phone.

"SAM! What's going on! Is Tate all right! Sammy!"

Tate could feel herself slowly floating away, she could hear Sam screaming her name and the ghost's shrieks of joy, but she could do nothing to stop it. She was floating somewhere warm and safe, far from the basement, the school or even the world she had once been apart of. Everything went white and blurry for a moment and then just as fast, snapped back into color and focus.

"Tatum darling, it's not your time. You have to keep fighting." In the back of Tate's mind, somewhere in a dream she had when she was younger, she had heard that voice and could almost place it; she just needed something else to bring the face to mind. In a blur of auburn colored hair, Tate's purple eyes fell upon the person the voice came from and gasped.

"Oh my God, I thought it was you." She whispered.