Title: Hurricane Madness
Author: Tigergirl
Rated: M (mostly just better safe than sorry)
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. Only own the original characters. I gain NO benefits from writing about SPN.
Summary: The hurricane is bearing down on Florida. On the east coast, it brings more than just wind and rain.
Author's Note: So I originally wrote this last year while sitting in the house during Hurricane Matthew. Meant to post it after the thing passed, but never did. Now I'm posting it as Irma comes through. Note: I'm on the East Coast. 😊
CHAPTER ONE
C-C-CRACK! BOOM!
Kaitlyn looked up from her laptop. She couldn't see the hurricane, but it was hard to miss even with the boarded windows.
"Just make sure you stay out there," she mumbled, returning her attention to her screen.
The television was playing a rerun of an old show in the background. The young teacher was alternating between writing lesson plans and making her Christmas list while occasionally tuning in to the program.
Despite the storm outside, it was quite peaceful in The Maze Family house. Opposite Kaitlyn on the other side of the couch a big fluffy ball of fur laid curled up in a ball with only a single paw sticking out. Across from the couch sat a silent gliding rocker which served as pillow and bed for another fluffy yet slightly smaller ball of fur.
Kaitlyn shook her head. It sounded like Heaven and Hell were having a battle outside and neither feline seemed to even notice.
"Lazy bums," she mumbled with a small smile.
After a few more minutes of typing and saving her work, Kaitlyn put her laptop down on the open couch seat beside her. The fluffball on the third seat popped her head up as the young woman stood.
"Uh uh uh. You go back to sleep. No treats," Kaitlyn said.
Kaitlyn didn't wait to see what the cat would do before maneuvering around the living room furniture to the kitchen. As she opened the fridge door, she glanced out the back window. It was left without boards; a decision Kaitlyn had come to since the back porch was screened. The sight of wind and rain whipping all about reminded her of her childhood days of hurricanes in the Carolinas.
C-C-C-CR-CRA-CRACK!
Kaitlyn jumped. That one sounded closer than earlier strikes.
Guess I might as well get that crap out of the trunk now,Kaitlyn thought.
Placing her soda back in the fridge, the short brunette walked back into the living room to slip her old sneakers on. She walked around the back of the living room to the other doorway to the kitchen. This doorway led out through the dining part of the kitchen and to a den-like area. Around the kitchen-dining room corner was a door leading to the garage.
She stepped through the garage, making sure to flick on the light when she stepped down. The small yet spacious garage currently house many things, including her steely gray Corolla. Sliding around the front, she opened the door to pop open the trunk. Once at the back, Kaitlyn grabbed up a large purple colored crate. She set it next to her feet while bent over sorting through the trunk.
She tossed pieces of trash over towards the large trash and recycling bins. She carefully placed a work binder down into the crate. As she bent back over, she spotted a shadow of something passing along the front of the car through the windows. For a moment, Kaitlyn thought she hadn't closed the garage door all the way and her lazy cats had followed her out.
Except she saw the shadow a second time. It was much too large to be a cat's shadow. Keeping her head down, Kaitlyn reached out for her still half-full water jug. It was heavy enough to accomplish what she had in mind. Hearing the barely perceptible sound of someone approaching, Kaitlyn waited until the right moment.
WHOOSH! C-C-CRACK!
Her would-be attacker jerked away with a loud shot. Hands flew up to a now rapidly bleeding nose.
"Mother fu-…! Sam, she's armed!"
Kaitlyn's mind immediately slammed on the brakes and she acted on pure instinct when a rough hand snagged her wrist. Her foot jerked backwards, slamming hard into a kneecap. Another loud shot came from behind her and her wrist released.
Jerking around, Kaitlyn got her first look at her "attackers." The one was a familiar tall brunette while the other who still had his mouth covering half his face was eerily familiar too. She held her water bottle up towards the tall one who backed up quickly.
"Please tell me your name is Jared or someone's in serious trouble."
The brunette frowned. "Who?"
With a loud sigh, Kaitlyn dropped her water jug to her side. She cursed under her breath.
"Son of a bitch. This damn hurricane brought the brothers here."
END OF CHAPTER ONE