Even though it always rained at home, you were always afraid of thunder and lightning storms. Rain and clouds never bothered you, just the loud storms. Dean and Sam never knew. It was a secret that you had always kept to yourself.

You sat across from Dean at the table in the bunker, quietly reading your book. Dean was looking over newspapers to find any worthwhile cases. You could hear the patting of rain on the roof. It was quite calming, but something felt unsettling about it. Like there was worse to come. Dean looked up at you.

"Spacing out, are we?" Dean smirked.

"Hm? Oh yeah. I guess so." You smile.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He set the newspapers aside and set his arms on the table.

"Just random things." You set your book down as well.

"I always love how when you space out, you get that look like you're a million miles away. Like you're in a completely universe." He set his head in the palm of hand.

"You get that look too. It's really hot." Your smile transforms into a playful smirk.

"Oh really?" Suddenly, there was a crack of lightning and the sound of thunder made your bones rattle. You look out the window in fear.

"(name)? What's wrong?" He looked at you protectively and quizzically.

"Y-yeah. I-I-I'm fine." you stutter. Another crack of thunder. You begin to shake.

"(name), you look terrified. What's going on?" He stood up and his tone grew serious.

"I-I'll be right back." You get up from your chair, and half run half walk to the hall. Another crack of thunder. It sends you running to the storage room. You look around for a good spot to hide. There was an old wardrobe that the boys had had when they were little. It was big enough for you to crawl in and hide. You open the door with a shaky hand, crawl in and shut the door. You hug your knees to your chest and cower as the lightning and thunder continue to crack. You could feel tears lace the rims of your closed eyes.

You could hear Dean's heavy boots quickly stomping down the hall and nearing the storage room. He stopped in front of the wardrobe. You could hear him slowly walk closer to it. More thunder. More crying and shivering.

"(name)? Hey, it's okay. What's wrong? You can tell me."

"I-It's the storm. I hate storms."

"Aw, babe it's okay. The storm can't get to you. Besides if the storm was dangerous, we're in the bunker. It could never harm you. C'mon out."

"Dean, I don't want to... I'm really scared."

"But I'm right here. (name), you can come out. Please, I want you to." You could tell that his hand was on the door of the wardrobe.

"Fine... but you have to count."

"Why?"

"Just please do it." You half whined half pleaded.

"Okay okay. On three. One..." You uncurled your body.

"...Two..." You stood up and put your hands on the handles.

"...Three. C'mon ou-" Before he could finish his sentence, you had flung the doors open and pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He drew you in and held you tight. You continuously quiver in his arms. Whenever there was another flash, he squeezed you tighter.

"It's okay. I've got you." You bury your face into his chest.

"Here. Let's get to bed." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. He led you to the room you too shared.

"Nothing is ever gonna hurt you, (name). Not while I'm around." He pulled you close, as you continued to walk.

You seemed much less scared of storms now.