Chapter 15- Boston Bound

Tate sat in one of the many seats that lined the waiting area for American Airlines Flight 805 to Boston and tapped her nails on the chair's arm rest as she counted off the rings coming through her cell phone from the other line. She listened to the familiar purr of the ringing and sighed when the voice mail picked up. Bypassing the greeting, her mind quickly thought up something to say to the answering machine.

"Hey daddy, it's me. Umh…I know that when we talked the other day I said some mean things but look, you know me, I'm sorry. Look, we really need to talk. I found out some more stuff about the Wendigos. Give me a call; I'm going back to Boston today. I really miss you and tell Ryan I said hi too. Love you, bye dad." She closed her phone and tossed it in her pocket just as Sam and Dean came back from the small coffee shop that wasn't too far from where she was sitting, Dean handing her a cup of coffee with milk and half a sugar. Looking into the cup, she smiled and stirred it a little.

"I didn't ask you for it or told you how I take it."

"I remembered okay?"

"Yeah." She said, taking a sip.

"Who was that on the phone? Work?" Sam asked as he stole a seat on one side of her, leaving the other open for Dean.

"Nope, I tried calling my dad."

"You didn't get him?"

"No, he didn't pick up."

"Maybe he didn't hear it."

"That's what bothers me Sam. The man knows when to…." She stopped mid sentence and pulled her phone from her pocket, her eyes going wide when she read the caller ID; Work. "Shit!" She hissed, jumped to her feet and then looked at the guys. "Sorry but I have to take this; I'll be right back." Tate threw over her shoulder as she jogged to the women's bathroom, phone all ready glued to her ear. Once in the bathroom, she finally allowed herself to slow down and let out a breath.

"Tatum King speaking."

"Alex Kelly, your soon to be former editor, speaking."

"Hey Alex."

"Don't 'hey Alex' me, where the hell are you?"

"In the ladies room in the South Terminal at LAX."

"LAX? What the hell are you doing in LAX!"

"I was doing work out here, finishing up an article on all of those dark room deaths, I told you before I left."

"Yes, you said you only going to Maine."

"Well, I got caught up. Sorry."

"You got so caught up you wound up on the other coast?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Tate said with a smug grin and could practically hear Alex seething on the other line.

"King, I swear, if you don't get your ass back in work by Tuesday morning, all of the things from your desk will be waiting for you in your parking space, do you hear me?" He all but roared in her ear, he was so loud that Tate held the phone an arms length away and could still hear him fine. A woman walking toward the sinks made a face at her, only to get an all ready pulled too tight fake smile from Tate and a shrug.

"It's my boss." She said as the woman turned the water on. Bringing the phone back to her ear; Alex still in the middle of a rant, she sighed and waited for him to either stop or run of breath and hopefully have a heart attack.

"Did you hear what I said King?" He said, sounding as if the rant was finally over.

"Yes and I'll be at my desk Tuesday bright and early."

"You better be." He said as he finally hung up and Tate wrapped her fingers around the phone so hard she thought she'd break it. Running a hand through her hair, Tate walked back out to the waiting area and found Sam and Dean standing near where they had been sitting, Dean had her bag over his shoulder.

"What's going on?" She asked, getting closer to them.

"Boarding is starting." Sam said, looking at her with a somewhat sad smile.

"Oh." Was all Tate could think of as Sam all but crushed her against his chest, pulling her in for the tightest hug she had ever gotten.

"Have a safe flight and give us a call when you get in."

"Of course I will, you guys'll be the first call I make." And it was true, since she had no one else really to call and tell she was back in Boston. Letting her go, he pushed her back and pressed a kiss to her cheek; Tate's laugh echoed through out the waiting area when he turned it into a raspberry.

"Get off of me you big freak." She giggled, pushing him away and turning around to look at Dean. She didn't want to go, it struck her as odd; when she was here a little more than a week ago in the same waiting area coming out of the jet way, she didn't want to stay, but now, it was taking every ounce of will power to make her legs move toward the same jet way. Sam coughed a little before muttering something about running to the bathroom before heading back to the car; leaving Tate and Dean to stare at each other.

Stuffing her hands in the front pockets of her jeans, Tate rocked back onto her heels and sighed, it felt like high school all of a sudden, and when Dean mirrored her actions she lost it, giggling softly again.

"We're adults Winchester, I think we can handle a simple 'see ya later'." She told him as she stepped into his personal space and leaned against his chest, her eyes looking up at his jaw, which she quickly jumped to her tippy toes to kiss.

"Tate..."

"Dean, here." She said, pulling out a slip of paper from her back pocket and pressing it into his hand.

"What is it?"

"Open it when I leave." She said as Sam began walking back towards them.

Hearing her seat number called, she pulled Dean down for a kiss and smiled on his lips when his eyes went wide; it was like she was trying to suck out his soul, but he wouldn't tell her that, but the kiss did feel like they were teenagers again. When she pulled away she patted him on the cheek, flashed him a smirk that looked too much like his own, gave Sam a quick hug and took off toward the line of passengers, boaring pass in hand. A few minutes later Tate disappeared down the jet way, her duffle bag over her shoulder and a small smile tugging on her lips. Back in the waiting area Dean looked down at the small folded piece of paper she placed in his hand and looked to his brother.

"What's that?"

"She gave it to me."

"Well, are you going to read it?" Sam asked looking at him as if he was insane.

"Of course I am, jerk." Sam rolled his eyes and looked to the jet way, Tate still stood there and gave him one last wave. Smiling, he watched her finally round the corner to board the plane and turned back to his brother.

"You opened it. What is it?"

"The address to the hotel she lives in and the room number, her office number's on here too."

"At least we can find her this time."

"Shut up Sam. we never needed to find her, she always came back." He said as he began to walk away from the gate, heading back out through secuirty and out into the parking lot. Unlocking the Impala, he rested folded his arms on the roof and looked over at Sam who was looking back at him.

"Where to now Dean?" Sam asked as Dean glanced quickly at the paper still in his hand.

"85 Terminal Rd, suite number 1056." He said, ducking into the car as Sam laughed.

The End

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

For eigth o'clock on a Saturday night the stretch of high way that lay only fifteen miles from the beach was empty. Weekend traffic couldn't be gone Michael thought as his best friend Jack read him directions to the hotel they were staying at for the next couple days. Michael's sixteen year old sister Brittney sat in the backseat, with her iPod so loud he found himself nodding along to the beat. Next to Brittney was Michael's girlfriend Olivia, her head resting against the window, sound asleep.

"Jack, what exit is it again?"

"Umh...113. We just passed 115, we're almost there." He said as the head lights on the Camry lit up the exit sign. Jack leaned the seat back as far it could go, an inch away from pinning Olivia to her seat. Feeling the pressure on her knees, Liv's eyes snapped opened and caught Jack's smiling face in front of her.

"Put your seat back up dick head. Mike, why did he have to come along?"

"He's my best friend Liv, do we have to go over this again?"

"Yeah Livvie-poo, I'm the best friend." Jack taunted. As a small fight broke out between his friend and girlfriend, Michael slowed up a little at the sight of a car broken down on the side of the road with two young women sitting on the guard rail, each seeming to be searching for service on their cell phones.

"Well you know what Olivia fu...Mike, why are we slowing down? We have to get to the hotel by nine or we have to wait to check tomorrow."

"Look out your window Jack, those girls, I think we should help them."

"Mike! Dad said not to do shit like that."

"And he also said you aren't allowed to curse." Brittney kicked the back of his seat hard enough that he hit his knee on the steering wheel. Michael, despite Jack, Olivia and Brittney's complaints, slowed down to help the girls. Rolling Jack's window down, he leaned over and watched the older of the two girls, a brunette with stunning blue eyes walk over.

"Do you girls need some help?" He asked, never once seeing the way the light from the full moon played upon their features, how their tanned skin began to change, how long flowing hair became coarse and tangled,and how normal sized canines began to form into a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

...Guess it isn't the end huh?