With a Chance of Severe Weather
By Montez
Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Winchester's belong to Kripke, Brotherhood belongs to Ridley, Forces of Nature belong to God. I just brought them all together.

Author's Note: This is another venture into the magical world of the Brotherhood with our lovable Wee-Winchester's and our equally lovable, angst-ridden, brooding teenage Caleb. Hope you enjoy.-Montez

"I need you to keep an eye on the boys for me, I have to visit Mrs. Hazelwood today, she's been ill this past week and her daughter phoned asking if I would look in on her." Pastor Jim Murphy was moving about his kitchen, gathering a few items he would take while visiting the ailing member of his congregation. Caleb Reaves had just poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed one of the biscuits Jim was wrapping up for his elderly neighbor. The seventeen-year old was visiting the farm for spring break along with nine-year old Dean and five-year old Sammy Winchester. Caleb's father Mac and the younger boys father John were on a rare hunt together. Normally members of the Triad didn't hunt together, but Jim, the Guardian and leader of the Brotherhood, thought it would be good for the Scholar, Mac and the Knight, John to work together since they'd had a disagreement on the last hunt where John felt he had been given unreliable information from Mac, thus causing a bit of a rift between the two.

Placing the wrapped biscuits in a bag, Jim reached for his keys on the hook near the door. "Your Father and John should be back this afternoon. I should only be gone a couple of hours, Mrs. Hazelwood's number is right here near the phone. Keep the boys close to the house today; they are calling for some bad weather to move in later, I don't want you boys caught out in the woods if the winds pick up."

Caleb stood, following the Pastor out the door, "Jim, this isn't the first time I've watched the boys, didn't John make me the nanny a few months after he met me? I was what thirteen then, I think I can keep an eye on them with little trouble."

Pulling the door closed on the truck Jim smiled back at the teenager, "You have always been a responsible young man, but they are getting older and a bit more mischievous." Jim never doubted Caleb's ability to take care of the boys.

"Jim, by the time I was Dean's age I was already learning how to hide from the cops and social workers who were constantly trying to pick me up, I don't think those two rug rats can pull anything on me that I haven't already thought of myself." Caleb smiled as Jim rolled his eyes at the mention of the darker days in Caleb's life before he had been adopted by Mac.

Starting the truck Jim spoke again, "If that little talk was suppose to make me feel better, I'm not sure it's working." Jim enjoyed the relaxed relationship he had with the teen; it was a hard won trust from a boy, who, when the Pastor first met him, didn't trust any adults at all.

Caleb stepped back, as the Preacher put the truck in gear, counting off on his fingers, "Okay, keep an eye on the boys, stay out of the woods and listen to the radio about the weather. Anything else 'mom'?" The smirk on the older boys face caused Jim to laugh.

"No Son, I think you have it covered." Jim smiled as he pulled off, "I'll be back in a couple hours." The older man waved out the window as Caleb returned the gesture, then he turned and headed back inside.

Once through the kitchen door he was greeted by his two young charges and Jim's dog Atticus. Eyeing the two young boys before him, he rubbed his hands together, "So, what do you guys want to do today?"

Dean looked at his best friend, despite the eight year age difference, putting his hands on his hips giving the teen his best 'John Winchester' glare the younger boy spoke. "We need breakfast before we do anything, Jerk."

"Great" Caleb mumbled as 'bad attitude' Dean was not what he was looking forward to today. Taking a few deep breaths to calm the blood pressure he felt rising, Caleb squatted in front of the two smaller boys, looking hard at the oldest, "Okay Deuce, whatever has got your panties in a knot you better lose the attitude or this will be a really long day. Jim will be back in a few hours and your dad will be home later today and I don't think they would like to find you locked in the closet because you wanted to be a smartass."

Sammy's eyes got big as he pointed at Caleb, "OOOOH, you said a bad word, Pastor Jim doesn't like that."

The teen ran his hand over his face as he glanced at the smaller boy, "It's not like you haven't heard worse Runt and Jim's not here, so if we are done, what do you want for breakfast?"

"I'll take coffee." Dean piped up as each boy took a seat at the table.

"Like hell you will, orange juice it is…Sammy, what do you want?" Caleb reached for a couple of glasses pouring juice for both boys.

"Lucky Charms!" the younger boy bounced as he grabbed the juice the teen sat on the table.

Dean crumbled under his breath, "Of course."

The older boy clapped his hands together, "Okay, Lucky Charms for both of you." Retrieving the bowls he got the boys cereal, placing it on the table before pouring himself more coffee.

Once breakfast was finished and the boys dressed they headed outside, despite what Jim had said about the weather, the morning was beautiful. "Jim said to stay out of the woods today, there could be storms later, so stay where I can see you." Caleb had brought out the portable radio, just in case. He had a couple of his school books with him as well. Much to Mac's relief the teen had finally settled down with his studies and was working on keeping his grades up. Caleb had expressed to his father an interest in Architecture and already had a college in mind; Auburn, even though he still had a year left of high school. So Caleb spread a couple of his books across the picnic table, studying for the first round of finals he would have coming up in a few weeks, as the younger boys chased Atticus around the yard.

Clouds started to move in around lunch time as Caleb gathered his things, "Deuce, Sammy let's head in for lunch!" The younger boys had been playing near the barn and corral that Jim had let his two horses out into that morning. The teen turned as the boys didn't seem to be coming, "Deuce, Sammy!"

"A few more minutes, pleeeaaassseee!" Sammy's high-pitched five-year old voice shouted across the yard. Dean still hadn't seen it fit to talk to Caleb since the teen denied him coffee that morning.

"Just until I get the sandwiches, then it's in to wash up." Caleb called back to the boys as he opened the screen door. He watched a minute as the boys returned playing; he knew he would have to talk to Dean later to see what was bugging the kid. Even though he could just as easily 'read' the younger boy, he would rather Dean just talk to him. Placing the radio and his books on the kitchen table the older boy started to grab what he needed to make a quick lunch, hoping to get it done before the rain came. He watched the boys through the window as well as watching the sky grow darker and the wind start to pick up a bit, but not really enough to cause him to worry. The only odd thing he noticed was it seemed the humidity had increased a bit along with the darker clouds.

Just as he finished putting the sandwiches on the plates and retrieving the chips from the cupboard the radio started the loud, steady tone that usually came with weather alerts, Caleb paused to listen, watching the boys out the window, still near the barn. "The National Weather Service has issued a Tornado Warning for the following county in Kentucky; Nelson County, including the communities of Bardstown, Balltown, Culvertown and New Haven…" Caleb raced out the back door at the mention of New Haven, stopping to look at the sky. The wind had really started to pick-up as the sky to the northwest had grown so dark it was nearly black. Looking toward the barn the teen could see that the smaller boys were also looking at the sky, Sammy glued to his brother's side.

"Deuce!" Caleb yelled as he started running toward the barn, "Get in the barn! In the pit!" He saw the older boy lookup, barely hearing his name over the howl of the wind, but he seemed to understand the hand gestures from the teen as he was waving his hands toward the barn. Grabbing Sammy's hand Dean turned and ran toward the barn, just as pea-size hail started to rain down on the farm.

It was the sound that caused Caleb to pause only a moment, turning back, looking over the farmhouse. They had been in New Haven when the trains rumbled through town and he had always heard that tornados sounded like a freight train, but he had never believed it until he turned and saw the swirling clouds that were headed toward the farm, "Shit." Caleb whispered as a shingle from the roof blew past him, turning he ran as fast as he could toward the barn. There was a large pit in the middle of the structure that was used for storage and sometimes when John needed to work on the Impala, he would pull the car over the opening. Looking at the door the teen saw Dean standing in the doorway; his eye's wide with fear as he took in the black funnel shape in the sky, "INSIDE NOW!" Caleb shouted.

The next thing Caleb knew he was on his hands and knees, the wind blowing so strong it was almost impossible to stand, shingles, yard furniture and branches were flying past him as he tried to figure out what happened. He felt a pulling on his arm, "GET UP DAMIEN! PLEASE!" Dean's panicked voice filtered over the roar of the air around them. Stumbling to his feet the teen felt the smaller boy try and help him up, then felt Dean pulling him the last thirty feet to the barn.

Without closing the door, Caleb grabbed the smaller boy as he jumped the five feet down into the hole in the floor, Sammy slamming into his brother as Caleb released Dean, "Down in the corner, now!" Caleb yelled as he pushed the boys over in the corner behind some boxes, trying to get them under the small table John had placed down there to hold the tools when he worked on the cars. Getting the boys under the bench he placed himself over the two huddling forms as the barn started to shake violently from the wind. The sound of Sammy's scream was masked by the noise as the roof of the barn was being ripped off. The last thing Caleb remembered was the falling debris hitting his back and his own whispered, "Oh God."