Awhile back, I wrote a story for a great prompt by lavinialavender for the ohsam fic challenge about teen!chesters in a tornado. As I'm facing down a hurricane in NYC, I'm rather wishing I had  a Dean of my own.

                All his life, Sam had wanted normal. And now that he was surrounded by families who'd known it, he wanted nothing more than to be in some crappy motel with Dean and their Dad.

It made Sam shaky and sick. When Dean finally stepped away to try and barter the use of a landline from a cop, he up and slipped out the door and wound his ( Read more... )

               Dawn came and went. Dean couldn't tell the difference. The gym was still pitch black, though the light Sal left them made a warm little circle around him and his brother. Sam's hand had gone lax over his knee over an hour before, and his brother's breathing was easy and deep. Dean wanted sleep: or, even better, a beer. A couple beers ( Read more... )

              If the crowd outside had been crazed, inside the school was pandemonium. A bunch of volunteers and policeman were shouting at them to proceed orderly and calmly down the stairs to their right and into the gym, and Dean was hanging on like he hadn't since Sam was much, much younger and crowds were an even greater threat of separating ( Read more... )

"Sammy, it’s the middle of the night. Turn it off."

"It wasn't a fire alarm," Sam snapped.

"What the hell else would it be? Shark alarm? The Russians are coming?"

"We're in Tornado Alley, Dean."

"But not a trailer park. Go back to bed."

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