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Author's Note: I will update The Host soon, but this story was just begging to be written. The first chapter is really short and confusing, but I hope it gets better as I go along. Read and review please!

The Storm of the Century

Chapter 1

"The Vision"

The only sounds were of boots crunching over the icy dirt. The only figure in sight was a lone man dressed in a dark brown, almost black, leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and black biker boots. He was carrying a flashlight, a large duffel bag, and a map, which he kept referring to constantly. He was obviously looking for something or for someone.

A look of horror crossed the man's face as he looked from the map to a small storm cellar in front of him and back again. The storm cellar looked ancient; the wood was old and rotting, the cement was cracked and full of holes, and the roof was almost completely caved in. Only the padlock on the front of the door was new. It looked as though it had been added fairly recently, either to keep something from getting in or something from getting out.

The man walked towards the storm cellar, his steps faltering as he got closer. The padlock offered no significant challenge towards him, but it took what seemed like hours before he finally got it undone. He yanked the door open with much more force then necessary and shone his flashlight down into it.

"Oh god," he whispered, taking in the sight below him.

There was another man lying horizontally on the floor, blood covering his face and brown jacket, making him nearly unrecognizable. Nearly. The first man seemed to recognize him instantly, though.

"Sam!" he said, his voice a broken whisper. He reached down with his free hand and touched it to Sam's bloodied wrist. There was a faint pulse, one so weak, it took the man a moment to be sure it was there.

The first man tossed his duffel to the dirt-covered floor and knelt down beside Sam. He set down the map and flashlight next to his duffel, before rummaging through his pockets for his cell phone.

"Hello?" came a gruff voice on the other end of the line.

"Bobby, it's Dean. I found Sam. We're in Washington, about an hour away from Port Angeles. I need your help."

Two months earlier

Sam turned down the blasting music and rubbed his temples, staring blankly at the map in front of him.

"So where are we headed again?" he asked, tracing an invisible line on the map.

"We're heading towards Texas, the desert land," Dean said. "Bobby said something about there being a hunt there."

"Did Bobby say what sort of hunt?" Sam asked, rubbing his temples again. A sudden headache had come on, one of the warning signs of an oncoming vision.

"Said that there were signs of a Hurakan," Dean said, not taking any stock of Sam's actions.

"A what?" Sam asked, trying to concentrate. It was hard when it felt as though someone were trying to split his head open with a blunt axe.

"A Hurakan," Dean said, glancing sideways at Sam. "They're apparently weather demons. They are Mayan gods who control the weather. They can cause really bad storms and hurricanes. You okay?"

"Yeah," Sam said, blinking. His vision suddenly changed from the long and dusty road in front of him to a run down town. The buildings were made of rotting wood and had huge, gaping holes in them. The sky above was iron gray and looked as though it were about to start spewing rain any second. It did nothing to add to the landscape.

A signpost proclaimed the town as Furculae in faint peeling letters. Furcula was Latin for fork. Furculae was the plural. In English, that was Forks, which just happened to be a town in Washington.

There was a small girl standing in the middle of a crossroads, beckoning to something. Sam waited, feeling cold horror sweep through him as a tall, balding, gray haired man stepped forwards next to the girl. The man had bright yellow eyes.

"You have done well, Hurakan," the demon said. "You have drawn him to us."

"What should we do with him?" the girl asked, her voice wispy and faint, like a soft breeze. With a start, Sam realized that this must be the thing he and Dean were heading towards. The thing they were about to start hunting.

"For now, just lock him in the storm cellar on the outskirts of town. You know the one I'm talking about," the demon said with a smirk.

The vision changed again. Sam was standing in front of an extremely small building. It was a storm cellar, similar to the ones he had grown up seeing in Kansas. The door was propped open and both demons were inside, leaning over something. Sam looked closer and then jumped back in surprise. It was himself.

"Sammy?"

Dean's concerned voice brought Sam back to the present with a gasp. He couldn't believe the things he had just seen. First of all was the town itself. The last time Sam had checked, Forks was a small, thriving town in the Northern Peninsula of Washington. It wasn't rundown or abandoned. There were also no storm cellars in Forks, or there shouldn't have been. What had happened to the town? Second of all, the yellow eyed demon. Sam had never had such a direct vision of the demon since before John died. Even then, the demon had been just a shadowy figure. It had never shown its form. Not like this, anyway. The third had been the subject of the vision. Sam had never seen himself in any of his visions. This had been an unwelcome change in the ongoing horror of these things.

"I don't think the Hurakan is in Texas, Dean. I think it's in Washington," Sam said.

Please note that I did all the research on the Latin terminology and the demon myself. The Hurakan is a Mayan God that does actually cause bad weather and control it. I took some liberties in describing it, like the voice and the appearance. However, the rest is the truth. The Latin terminology I got off of a Latin translator, so it may not be correct. If it's not, I'm sorry.

Also, I'm a tad obsessed with Twilight but that's not where I got the town name. It was the only one that would translate into Latin on the website, so I decided to make it work.

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