STORM & HALE

Lorelei Tempest was your average, run of the mill twenty-two year old. She had a nice, eco-friendly car, a decent-sized group of friends and a nice, steady job.

Or at least that's what she liked to think her life would be like, if she wasn't a Tempest.

In reality, she was a twenty-two year old with an ozone polluting, 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental, a slowly diminishing pack of colleagues and a deadly job. But that's what happens when you're part of the second-highest ranking hunting legacies in the U.S.A.

Lorelei had just finished a job that had involved a runaway Jesus freak, possessed by a demon in Detroit, when she decided to buy a new bunch of fake ID's. She might be twenty-two, but she looked like a seventeen year old. It did come in handy sometimes when she was trying to get things out of kids, but it meant that the feds gave her a hard time when she claimed to be a twenty-four year old Homeland Security agent. So, yes, she thought, definitely need more ID's.

Driving down to her usual meeting place in Iowa, she noticed a flashing sign for a 24-hour motel, called 'Brinsmead Lodge'. She knew she really shouldn't, but, she was tired. Didn't all those annoying adverts on television warn you against driving whilst tired? She thought about it for a little while, then pulled into the motel lot, parking next to a familiar looking, 1967 Chevy Impala. Smiling, she grabbed her duffle bag and hopped out of her car, patting her baby on the way past.

Walking over to the room closest to the Impala, she knocked on the door, waiting to be doused in Holy water. She stood there for about a minute before turning to face the sky. She didn't know why, but she had this thing for stars. She was so mesmerised that she didn't hear the door open, or see a tall, dark shadow slowly creep out.

"Lorelei?" A vaguely tired voice asked from behind.

After catching her breath from the fright he had caused her, Lorelei looked up and smiled at the 6'2, something-rather pounds of Winchester standing behind her.

"Long time, no see, kid." Dean drawled. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

This was how it always was between them. Dean cracking jokes about Lorelei's young looks and Lorelei responding with quips about Dean's obsessive nature towards his car. Lorelei guessed they were friends, or at least very, very high ranking acquaintances. Dean and his brother, Sam, would call her to help them exorcise a gas station attendant; Lorelei would call them to help her track down a rouge demon.

"Can I come in jackass, or not?" Lorelei had to admit though; Dean was a real ass sometimes.

Dean stepped back to let her through and wandered over to a chair near the table, cracking open a beer. Lorelei was trudging around the corner to the lounge room, when the bedroom door opened, revealing a very tired-looking Sam Winchester.

"Hey Dean, who was at the d-," Sam had started speaking, but stopped, realising that it wasn't Dean sprawled out across the couch, peering over the arm rest at him. Blushing slightly, Sam turned around to go back into the room, presumably to get the laptop that was usually attached to his hip, but not before Dean walked back into the room.

"Sammy should sit his ass down, because he could probably use some separation from his laptop". Dean said. Lorelei was having a hard time not laughing her arse off at the comment but kept her face as straight as humanly possible. Mumbling something about arsenic and apple pie, Sam left the room to get his laptop. When Sam entered again he seemed to have grown a layer of plaid as well as getting his laptop. Lorelei realised they were waiting to for her to state her business.

"So..." Lorelei started, not really knowing what she was supposed to say.

"What brings you to Iowa, Lorelei? Are you hunting something?" Sam asked, apparently over being angry at Dean.

"I was actually just heading down to Mark Patterson's office. Most of my ID's say I'm meant to be twenty-four and seriously, I barely look my actual age, so I'm having him make me a new set." Lorelei stated, sounding as normal as she could with her bizarre accent.

"Oh, well, we were actually about to head out on a case that we've been meaning to look into for a while. If you're not busy, did you want to tag along?" Dean asked.

Slipping into the official hunter mode that had been drilled into her since she was little, she sat up a tad straighter and her hand went to the pocket knife in her bag.

"Depends," Lorelei started, "where bout's is it? I still have that thing about Montana."

Sam smiled and opened his laptop. "Beacon Hills, California."


It wasn't long before they had delved into the 'Official' reports about Beacon Hills. A lot of it was weird but explainable, but as they got down the list it started getting worse and worse.

"Several animal attacks within the past year and a half, a few mass murders, several missing people and quite a few unexplained deaths." Sam read out, "Something is defiantly going on, but guys, animal attacks? Piece that together with the missing liver from the cemetery and the fact that most of the events happened around full moons and it practically screams werewolf."

"Maybe," Lorelei replied, taking the laptop from him, "but look at how many things are linked to this school. Seriously, if we have to deal with a bunch of pups, I will buy a flock of ducks and you guys know how I feel about those little bastards."

"Well kid, I guess that there is only one w-" His explanation was suddenly cut off. "Wait, look at this." Dean said, turning around the laptop he had grabbed from Lorelei. "Why does the name 'Chris Argent' sound so familiar?"

Lorelei leant in to look at the computer screen, reading an article about a mass murderer. She knew that name.

Argent. She thought that was French for..."SILVER!" Exclaimed Lorelei, getting weird looks from Dean. "Argent means silver in French! The Argent family are famous werewolf hunters!"

Realisation dawning on his face, Sam turned and opened his satchel, pulled out an address book and walked out of the room. Lorelei could hear him talking into his phone. He reappeared five minutes later, holding what looked like some type of paperwork.

"Well, Lorelei," Sam started with a rarely seen grin on his face, "it looks like you're going back to school."

Lorelei was not easily scared. She'd faced vampires, wendingos, demons and angel's without screaming, but the idea of going back to school terrified her.

Lorelei had finally gotten out of the shower and began mixing and matching an outfit from the stockpile of clothes that they had bought from 'Macy's' yesterday. Sam and Lorelei had agreed that this was going to be a long job, so they decided they would need a big cover.

They were to be Sam, Dean & Lorelei Durmont. They were siblings whose father had recently died in a car crash. They rented a small loft in an industrial area, with a good view of brick walls and all agreed that "The Lion King" was one of the most heart-wrenching movies that they had ever seen. Sam and Dean worked from home and Lorelei was a new student at Beacon Hills High School. Originally from Sana-Fey, New Mexico but a change of scenery was needed.

Almost all completely false. Except for "The Lion King". That one was true.

Sam had spent the day down at the school enrolling Lorelei. He had just finished all the forms, when a pretty little red-head walked in. Lorelei had barely noticed the girl, but when she looked up again she saw that the red-heads eyes were on Sam. He had yet to notice her and was still signing a form about computer usage, when Lorelei stood up and walked over to him.

"Hey Sammy, I think you have an admirer." Lorelei whispered in his ear.

Sam finally looked up and smiled at the pretty red head, causing her, the red head, not Lorelei, to blush and walk away.

Lorelei was finally enrolled by two o'clock. The vulture-like woman behind the desk printed out Lorelei's timetable and told her to be there by 8:50am, ready to learn.

Pfft. Whatever, Lorelei thought, inspecting her timetable. English, math, chemistry, gym and several other mundane subjects that she thought she left behind years ago, like, eww, Economics. Thanking the woman, Lorelei and Sam walked out of the office, catching quite a few eyes on the way. Seriously, if you saw a 6'4 hunk, walking side by side with a mysterious raven-haired girl, you would probably turn and look too, Lorelei thought.


Today was the day, Lorelei thought, the day she went back to that devilish hell that people called school. She hopped into the shower to clear her mind, but of course, it didn't work. Her thoughts were racing. She was twenty-two for Christ's sake; she should be teaching students not pretending to be one.

Quickly drying off, she stood in front of the mirror wrapped in her towel, inspecting herself. With long, raven black hair, a fairly decent balance of curves and bone, porcelain skin and a weird genetic fluke that had given her purplish coloured eyes, she knew she was pretty.

Walking back to her room, still in a towel, she started picking out an outfit. She had to make sure her tattoos didn't show, in case someone recognised them, so she threw back the top she was going to wear, desperately searching for a replacement. Finally finding a suitable top, she pulled it on with the rest of her clothes and walked out to the lounge room to look for the bag of make-up and hair care products that she had picked up yesterday. Locating the bag she had been looking for, she turned to walk to her room when a voice called out.

"You are meant to be going to school, not working in a red light district." Dean called out from his door frame.

"Did-," Lorelei paused, turning to look him in the eye. "Did you just call me a whore?"

"Well, I didn't actually call you a whore, but I defiantly implied it kid." Dean replied smirking. "Seriously, you're wearing a mini-skirt and one of the most ridiculous tops I've ever seen."

"IT'S NOT A MINI SKIRT!" Lorelei yelled, "And you would know all about red light districts, wouldn't you?"

With that, Lorelei turned and walked into her room, inspecting her outfit again. It wasn't a mini skirt. Or was it? It came to about just above mid-thigh. No, Lorelei thought, it's defiantly not a mini skirt, but she added some stockings just in case.

Finally getting into the bathroom, she started on her make-up. Wow, Lorelei thought, it had been a long time since she'd dressed up. Most of the time she wore jeans and character tees, hair in a ponytail and eye-liner at the most, but, as she stepped back, she saw that she looked like, well, a girl. Her inky-hair, hung freely over her shoulders and her face, instead of covered in smudges of dirt, was lightly coated in foundation. She wore a cute blouse, her not-mini skirt and a pair of glossy black pumps.

Damn, Lorelei thought, she looked good.

Walking out of her room with a bounce in her step, she grabbed her bag and threw in a few notebooks and pens. Oh, also her throwing knives. Couldn't forget the knives.


"You look fine Lorelei," Sam repeated as she dabbed on lip gloss.

Sam had offered to drive her to school since he had to go speak with Chris Argent anyway. Pulling into the parking lot she saw more than a few eyes turn to look. It was a smoking car, sure, but Lorelei was almost certain that she and Sammy were the reason people continued to look.

"Calm down, Storm," Sam said quietly using her pet name.

"I'm perfectly calm, Sammy," she squeaked.

Sam gave her a look as she got out of the car as graciously as she could. Walking around to his side of the car as straight and poised as she could, she bent down, pecked him on the cheek and thanked him for the ride.

Turning around she caught sight of the red head staring, putting her head up high, she started walking into what was probably one of the weirdest day of her life. And that was saying something.

Walking down the hall, eyes following her, she got to her locker and started to lessen the load that was her hand bag. Putting her last book away she shut her to reveal the red head standing in front of her.

"Jesus Christ!" Lorelei exclaimed.

"No, unfortunately it's just me," The red head began. Glancing up Lorelei saw that nearly all eyes were on them, "Nice shoes by the way, he's one of my favourites."

Obviously, Lorelei thought, this girl was the queen bee. Realising that she was being evaluated, Lorelei responded, trying to sound as 'I could probably by an island without maxing out my card'.

"Thanks. I got them on my trip to Paris last year. And your bag, by the way, I'd kill for it," There Lorelei thought, that sounded good enough.

"Wow, I love your accent. It's totally not from around here. Where are you from anyway?" So, Lorelei thought, Barbie has some brains.

"I'm from Sana-Fey, but I travelled a lot as a kid so i picked it all up," Lorelei replied with the half-truth.

"Nice, my uncle did a lot of traveling," She paused, "I'm Lydia by the way, Lydia Martin. I don't think I caught your name."

Remembering her alias, she smiled at Lydia and replied, "Lorelei Durmont," She said with a little nod of her head trying to sound as natural as she could.

Lorelei continued chatting with Lydia for a while at the lockers, Lydia had insisted that they review time table, and found out that they had almost every class together.

"So...," Lydia asked, "Who was the guy that dropped you off?"

Lorelei had been waiting for that question. Sighing, she replied, "Oh, him? That's my brother Sam. Why?"

"Well," Lydia smirked, "Is Sam single?"

Lorelei couldn't help it. She started laughing causing a few more heads to turn in their direction.

"Yes Lydia. My 30ish brother is single," Lorelei didn't know why she kept talking," And so is the other 30ish one."

Lydia looked away as though in thought for a second.

"Is he as cute as Sam thou?" If she asked that, but before Lorelei could reply Lydia continued, "Because statistically speaking, if there are three of you, at least one should be ugly."

Lorelei started laughing again," I don't know! He's my brother, I don't make a habit of checking him out," Lorelei said through fits of giggles trying to play the 'Sister Card'.

Lydia turned to Lorelei, looking completely serious.

"Well do you have any photos? I need to see him now, and I need to show my friend Alison to see what she thinks," Wow, Lorelei thought, this chick was actually serious about it. Before Lorelei could say anything thou, Lydia continued, "Not that I would really trust Alison's judgment, I mean she dated Scott McCall."

Ignoring the last comment that Lorelei ruled off as outer-monologing, she grabbed her phone out of her bag and started looking or a photo of Sam and Dean.

They'd gone out and posed for photos for this exact purpose, I mean, Lorelei was meant to be a semi-well off, shallow, miscreant of a 16 year old girl. She would defiantly have photos on her phone of her at the beach, or posing out front of a Gucci store.

Swiping past one of Sam giving her a piggy back, she found one of the boys leaning against the Impala, Sam smiling politely and Dean looking like a rugged, runaway model. Lorelei handed it to Lydia, sighing.

"Lydia!" A distinctly male voice called from behind them. Lydia, being completely absorbed in judging Sam & Dean, ignored whoever it was.

"Lydia, did you hear about the new girl? Supposedly she's almost as hot as yo-" The voice had caught up to them by now, and Lorelei saw that it belonged to a muscular guy behind them. Lorelei looked him over; He was really cute, but obviously gay. Too bad. The guy realised she must be the new girl and held out his hand, " Oh, hi. You must be the new girl everyone is talking about. I'm Danny."

Shaking his hand lightly, Lorelei introduced herself, then turned back to Lydia, "Are you done with my phone yet?"

"Almost. Danny, pick," She handed the phone to Danny, who immediately started analysing them.

"They're both gorgeous, who are they?" Danny asked.

They are Lorelei's brothers that have just moved to town and as I understand, are both single," She said with a wink.

Dramatically sighing, Lorelei realised that she wasn't going to get her phone back any time soon and startled organising her locker. She started by putting her photo of her and the boys smiling like idiots from when they were kids on the inside of her locker. She looked back, and smiled as she observed Lydia and Danny showing the phone to a pretty brunette who, she assumed, was Alison. After about 20 or so seconds of looking she handed the phone back to Lydia, who in turn went to hand it back to Lorelei, before realising that she wasn't standing next to them. Lorelei poked her on the shoulder.

"Well," Lydia said turning to face her, "I've already sent it to our phones, but we can't decide, so we ask to see them shirtless."

Lorelei laughed grabbing her phone back and started looking for a photo of them 'At the beach', when the Danny excused himself, saying something about lacrosse. Lorelei started to introduce herself, when Lydia piped up.

"Freshmen. Tonnes and tonnes, of fresh," Lydia paused for effect," Men."

"You mean fresh boys?" The brunette continued, "Lydia their 14."

"Meh," Lydia said making a hand gesture, "Some are more mature than others."

Lorelei couldn't believe what she was hearing, was Lydia really that cruel to have 14 year old fall for her on purpose. Wait, Lorelei thought, from what she'd seen, yes, yes she would.

"It's okay to be single for a little while, focus on yourself. Try to become a better person," This was obviously more funny than motivational to Lydia, because she scoffed a little.

"Alison," Lydia began. Okay so she was right, the girl standing in front of her was Alison, Lydia continued occasionally pausing for dramatic flair," I love you, so if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend that were not actually talking about you. It's totally fine.

"But I," Lydia said slamming her hand against a locker," Don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction."

Lydia seemed to spot something in the distance, instantly changing her posture. Lorelei and Alison looked to see what she'd spotted. Down the hall walking in their general direction were-

"Are those-" Alison began.

"Twins." Lydia finished.

Down the hall, walking towards them was a pair of relatively attractive twins. Not really Lorelei's type, she thought, and after closer observation, she wasn't one of their types either. Just like Danny, it was a shame.

Alison, remembering she was there, turned to Lorelei introducing herself, "Hi, you must be Lorelei, I'm Alison," Okay so Lydia must of mentioned her name already," Alison Argent." Wait, what? Argent?


Lorelei had barely excused herself, before she was ringing Sam.

"Come on, come on, pick up your damn phone," She mumbled under her breath.

"What's up Lorelei?" Sam asked when he picked up the phone.

"We have a problem," Lorelei said walking to her English class, glancing over her houlder before she continued, "Like a really, really big could totally jeopardize this whole thing problem."

"What is it?" Sam asked obviously concerned.

"Well you know that guy you were going to see today?" Lorelei asked.

"Yeah, Chris Argent. Why?" Sam replied.

Glancing over her shoulder into the class she saw an adorable guy, with big puppy eyes staring right at her. Frowning she turned away and took a step back.

"Well he has a daughter," Lorelei paused, peering into the class room looking at Alison who was sitting awkwardly in front of the guy that was, still, staring at her. She continued, whispering, "And she's in my class."

"Why are you whispering?" Sam asked, picking up on her lowered voice.

"I think someone's listening into our conversation. Anyway," Lorelei continued purposely loudening her voice, "I don't see how you think that cake constitutes for pie. I mean, Dean is going to kill you."

"Do you want me to come get you?" Sam asked," I could have Dean come get you since I'm almost at Argents house."

"No, its fine Sam, we can get some on our way home," Lorelei said walking into class, making a few heads turn. She sat in front of some twitchy looking guy and next to Alison, purposefully sitting near the stalker guy to observe him.

"Is that your brother?" Lydia whispered from behind her.

Holding up a finger to her lips, Lorelei continued the excuse.

"I'll see you after school then," Lorelei looked over at Lydia again, hoping to earn some brownie points and get on the road to having new contacts," Wait. Could you see if Dean could pick me up? You might still be a bit busy."

"Sure. Bye Lorelei," With that he hung up.

"And thank you, now I can properly evaluate your other brother," Lydia said leaning over her desk.

Lorelei smirked, knowing she made the right choice inviting Dean. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and turned around to see the guy from before.

"Hey, I'm Scott McCall and this, "Scott said pausing to point to his twitchy companion, who smiled nervously," Is Stiles. Don't mind him he's always like that."

Lorelei laughed, trying to rid any suspicion he had.

"I'm Lorelei Durmont," She said smiling," I just moved here from Sana-Fey."

She was about to continue when all the phones in the class started going off. Looking down at her own, she saw a passage from a book she had read during school.

"'The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the Earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness'," Lorelei looked up to see who she assumed to be the teacher walk reading the text out loud," This is the last line, of the first book we are going to read. It is also, the last text you are going to receive in this class. Phones off everyone."

Lorelei put her phone on silent along with most of the class, as the teacher turned around to write something on the board.

Lorelei had started writing down the things on the board, when she noticed Alison passing Scott a note. Scott, Lorelei assumed was writing his reply when Ms' Blake said he needed to go home for whatever reason. Lorelei got back to work as soon as they were out of the class, knowing that people would be suspicious for whatever reasons if they saw her trying to stick her head around the corner.

Ms' Blake had just gotten back in, when Lorelei herd Stiles whispering to Lydia. She could only pick up bits and pieces but what she did here was a mixture of humorous and suspicion.

"-From the accident?" She herd Stiles ask?

"Prada bit me-" She replied

"-Dog?" Stiles asked.

Lydia looked at him, "No, my designer handbag."

They continued talking for a while confusing Lorelei more and more as they went on. They started talking about dogs and deer.

"What's that thing you say about three? Once, Twice -" Just as Lydia was about to say something else a crow hit the window right next to her.

Lorelei looked out the window and saw a massive murder of crows coming their way just like some Stephen King movie.

She wasn't the only one who noticed either because Ms' Blake went over to the window watching the horde of approaching birds. She looked away for a second, and as she did Kamaqwasi crow after Kamaqwasi crow started flying into the window. Eventually one broke through the glass causing it to shatter on one of the students. Window after window started braking and she heard someone yell to get down. Her naturally born hunter instincts caused her to grab the closest person to her, Alison, and shelter her with her body. Crows were flying everywhere, scratching and pecking everyone and everything they could. She could hear the shrieks of terror coming from her classmates and the running feet of the rest of the school.

When she could no longer hear the birds she stuck her head up, to survey the damage. A few birds were still there scratching at people and the rest were lying dead on every surface in the class. The window were shattered, Glass coated the floor, students were hiding under desks like it would help them and a few had done what she had, and were sheltering others. The twitchy one, Stiles, was crouching protectively over Lydia. She stood up, holding her hand out to Alison who had a very shocked expression on her face.


"It's fine, really," Lorelei said to Alison for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"You're bleeding," Alison yelped, pointing to Lorelei's back.

"Where? I can't see anything," Lorelei said checking herself, finding a few scratches on her arms and legs.

"Your back, it's bleeding really badly. You must have gotten a chunk of glass in it." Oh, Lorelei thought, that's why her back hurt so much, Alison continued, "I'm so sorry, I barely even know you and you still covered me and now your back is all cut up."

"It's nothing, I'm sure you would have done the same if you were a bit calmer," Lorelei reassured Alison patting her shoulder.

Parents had started streaming through the class, and she caught sight of Dean. He saw her and started walking her was, oblivious to the stares that were following him.

Pulling her into a hug, he surprised her. He let go when he felt the warm blood tricking down her soaked back. He stood back to survey her injuries, turning her around to look at her back.

"Damnit kid, this could need stitches. Do you want to come home?" Dean asked in his perfect, southern drawl.

"No, I'm fine," Lorelei lied.

"Okay, well I'm gunna be here till the paramedics get here. So, how about you tell me about," Dean paused, looking over his shoulder," The little problem you told Sammy about."

"I would," Lorelei said, dropping her voice, "But that 'Little problem' I was talking about is standing right over there."


~A.N~

Hey guys,

It would be really cool if you Reviewed/Faved/Followed. I already have a few chapters written so I'll try to post as often as I can. Anyway, if you want to see all of Lorelei's outfits you can head to 'Polyvore' and check the username 'lorelei-tempest'. Also, I'm Australian, so if you see anything like mum or favourite it's just how it's spelt where I'm from. Feel free to point out any spelling/grammatical errors.

Until next time.