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Lake City, Florida

"Mia!"

"Mummy?"

"Mia sweetie, wake up."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing honey. We're just going for a little drive, ok."

"But it's dark."

"I know honey, but we have to go now! Put your gown on quickly!"

"Mummy! It's wet and cold! Why are we going out in the rain?"

"Just keep your head down and you'll be fine! I'm putting you in the car now!"

The thunder rumbled in the distance. The rain started beating down faster and heavier.

"We're almost at the car Mia. It's ok."

Suddenly, the black night became as bright as day. Lightning struck the earth splitting a large tree down the middle. Mia screamed into her mother's shoulder and shut her eyes tight. As the large tree cracked and split it collapsed under its own weight and crashed into the little one story house.

"Mummy!" Mia cried.

Mia's mother didn't say anything. She shoved Mia into the car sucking in short, sharp breaths. The wind began to howl. Another ear splitting thunder roared from the heavens. Lightning began to hit the ground simultaneously around the perimeter of the car. Mia's drenched hair clung to the side of her face and a bead of water trickled down her nose. Light was everywhere. It was as if she were trapped in a large, blindingly white room. Mia couldn't see her mother anyway through the whiteness.

Another tree, smaller than the last, was suddenly hit by another rogue lightning bolt. The white energy connected with the tree and pulsed its way through the trunk. It surged into the ground. The tree exploded into a fiery staff and then crashed onto the roof of the run down station wagon. The windshield cracked under the pressure. Mia hid under the dashboard, screaming, huddle in a little ball. The windshield gave way and the glass smashed into tiny shards.

Then suddenly there was silence. The rain's heavy down poor subsided. The thunder stopped dead in its tracks. But the light remained. Mia slowly poked her head up from under the dash and looked around breathing heavily. She called for her mother, but no sound came from her tiny mouth. The car began to heat up, drying Mia's hair so that it began to stand on end. Like when you get static electricity. Bolts of electric energy started to spring from the surrounding white walls and worm their way, slowly, toward Mia. Without fear, Mia extended her little arm and reached out toward them with her tiny fingers. The energy connected with Mia and began to surge through her body sending a tingling sensation, like pins and needles, through her entire body.

For that brief moment it was as like time had been put on pause and then played back slowly for Mia's eyes only. But the car was still heating up making Mia nervous and the white energy was now closing in on her confining her space – like severe claustrophobia. The energy began to restrict itself until it had no where else to go but outward. Then with a heart wrenching scream the lightning bolt exploded casting light in all directions. Mia saw through the blinding light her mother wriggling and screaming like she was having an epileptic fit.

"MUMMY!"

And then there was darkness.

17 Years Later

Another miserable rainy day – grey clouds hanging over head; steady sheets of rain trickling down drainpipes and car windows; puddles forming in potholes and ditches; thunder rumbling softly in the distance threatening to get louder and angrier. A day to stay indoors… for most people.

The bell over the door rings as a dark haired, young woman enters the convenience store wearing a black leather jacket and grey jeans tucked into a pair of black biker boots. She breezes past the store clerk and heads straight to the back shelves. The geeky 15-year-old behind the counter eyes the woman awestruck at the sight of her attractive features – long legs, thin waist, bare midriff peaking through under the big jacket, halter top showing threw her wide neck shirt, big brown eyes lined with lots of black eye liner.

"Close your mouth, boy." the young woman said. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

The boy snaps out of his daze in a sudden panic, knocking his opened can of coke onto the floor. The woman continues searching the back shelves, her eyes gliding over the items.

"Bad weather we're having," the woman said after a long period of silence, her attention still on the items lining the neatly packed shelves.

The boy flinched and poked his head up from behind the counter. "Ye-ah, it is." He said finally then went back to his wiping up.

The woman ran her fingers softly over the packets of soup-mix and noodles. The wind outside started to howl and the thunder began to grow in intensity.

That's when the lightning hit.

A huge bolt connected to the ground just outside the store, blowing up the transformer on the electricity pole. Thunder crashed at the exact time of impact. It echoed in the clerk's ear drums. The store was black now. Fuses were blown and the power was knocked out for god knows how many blocks. The clerk started breathing quickly, his eyes attempting to focus in the black. Through the shadows he could see the young woman gliding amongst the shelves.

"Are you ok lady?"

She didn't say a word as she walked by him, her eyes glowed an intense bright blue through the darkness. The boy jumped back startled, his mouth dropped open again.

"Close your mouth, boy." The blue eyes disappeared after that, along with the woman.

Sam opened his sleepy eyes and found that his forehead was pressed against the window of his brother's car. Bright sunlight was shining threw causing Sam's head to throb from the glare. He groaned and shut his eyes. Just then a loud knock on the window announced that his big brother, Dean, was up and about. Sam groaned again, severely annoyed, and squinted through the brightness.

"I hate mornings," he mumbled to himself.

"Rise and shine!" Dean chorused, flashing his pretty smile cheekily at his baby brother.

"Shut up Dean." Sam flung open the door and grabbed the coffee from his brother. "Thanks."

"Geez, aren't we a blissful ray of morning sunshine," Dean walked back around to the front of the car and rested himself against the hood.

"Maybe I would be a bit more cheery if I could move my neck," Sam retorted scornfully.

Dean just laughed under his breath at his moody brother.

He always got like that. Being out on the road constantly doesn't always agree with Sam Winchester. Dean Winchester on the other hand doesn't like to sit still for too long. But you can't blame a man; it's just the way that Dean was brought up. He never questioned it. In this particular family business sometimes it's necessary to make personal sacrifices. Sam, however, always found that fact hard to come to grips with. The life that the two brothers had been dragged into was not the life Sam had planned for himself. (No way in hell – pardon the pun.) Sam just gets a little restless from time to time. It'll pass soon.

Dean took another sip of his coffee.

"Where the hell are we?" Sam finally broke the silent coffee sipping.

Dean looked around. "Damn'd if I know."

"What?" Sam turned around to face the back of his brother's head. Dean remained propped against the car.

"You drove us here. Are you saying we're lost?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam, frowning. "Course not. I never get lost."

Sam shook his head, frustrated. "Don't mess with me this early Dean. I'm not in the mood for your jokes."

Dean smirked. Pissing of Sam was always amusing. "Relax man. So I don't know the name of every town we pass threw. But I know where we're going."

Sam rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "Great. Care to enlighten me."

Dean finished off his coffee with one large gulp. "Colorado."

"Why Colorado? What's leading us there? Are we meeting dad?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Geez man, don't you ever listen to the weather reports?"

"Ah... I think in our line of business we'd have more luck listening to the psychic hotline." Sam lowered his voice. "There's nothing supernatural about the weather Dean."

"Yeah well, explain severe lightning storms striking towns at intervals along the highway to Denver."

"Huh!" Sam smirked at his brother, amused. "I think being on the road's finally made you crack."

"What the hell you talking about?"

"So we're storm chasers now?"

"We're following a lead Sam. We go wherever the supernatural trail takes us."

"But bad weather's not supernatural. It's an unfortunate natural event."

"Spirits manifest from electrical energy. These storms aren't following the natural pattern." Dean emphasized natural in an annoyed tone. "That means something supernatural's behind it, and we're gonna find out what it is, and blast it's sorry ass back to hell."

Sam refrained from replying, feeling a little silly for not knowing that fact. After all, he was the brother going to college – or rather, was planning to go to college. Dean was the natural born hunter though. And a good hunter needs to know its prey.

Dean walked over and hoped into the driver's seat pulling the door shut with a loud bang. "If you need to stretch your legs, or go for a bathroom break, I suggest you doing it now, coz I'm not planning on making many stops." He smiled wickedly at his brother.

Sam rolled his eyes and headed off to use the rest rooms at the truck stop. It wasn't something he was keen on doing. Back in the car Dean turned on his music, making the vehicle pulse with the sound of heavy metal.