Sam opened the door to the motel room and yawned as he closed it behind him. Another case closed, another town saved, so he thought it was time for some much needed sleep. Dean was out at the local bar celebrating in his usual manner, drinking and… well OTHER things. He had invited Sam to come along for the fun, but Sam had declined, knowing his brother wouldn't be back until the following morning. Sam just hoped Dean wouldn't get himself into too much trouble, then again it was his brother, all he ever did was trouble.

Sam checked the salt lines by all the windows before he decided it was safe to get ready for bed. He changed into something a little bit more comfortable and crawled into bed, pulling the thin covers up to his abdomen. He checked for the gun he always kept nearby when he slept and made sure it was loaded. He placed it back where it belonged and reached up to turn off the lamp that was drenching the room in its soft yellow glow. Darkness filled the room as the light retreated and Sam laid his head on the mothball-scented pillow. He sighed as he closed his eyes and allowed his body to fall into a deep sleep like he hadn't had in weeks.

Sam was awoken from his sleep a few hours later by the screaming of storm sirens. Sam groggily forced himself out of bed and over to the window. The storm raged on like a symphony of Mother Nature's power. The rain softly patting a quick steady beat as golf ball sized hail pounded on all of creation like one massive drum. The wind was the strings, rushing over and around everything else. The lightning, flashing brightly across the sky adding bursts of life and light like the brass instruments. The thunder rumbled fiercely like mallets pounding on the timpani. And the sky commanded it all, like a great conductor.

Sam couldn't help but stare at the world outside. It was stunningly beautiful and terrifying. That's when he noticed a huge, swirling, black mass moving towards the motel.

"Oh god." Sam's eyes widened with realization and her ran for the bathroom. He grabbed the comforter on his way and threw it over himself as he crouched down in the tub. The smell of natural gasses and debris filled Sam's nostrils as he hid from the winds. The motel began to shudder around him he could feel himself slowly being lifted from the tub as the tornado ripped through the building. Sam was used to fighting monsters, but this was one he couldn't escape. He held tightly to the faucet in the tub as he desperately attempted to keep from being sucked up into the night sky and thrown into oblivion. Sam closed his eyes as debris flew through the room. Sam heard a loud cracking sound and something collapsed on top of him. Sam coughed as he struggled to breathe. Another piece of flying debris hit him in the head and sent him spiraling into unconsciousness.

When Sam regained consciousness, he was still buried in the ruble. He could hear wailing sirens and cries of pain all around him. He tried to move but soon found a large wooden beam pinned down his right leg. Sam used all of his strength to push the beam off of his leg, this caused another avalanche of rubble, a chunk of cement fell and crushed his left forearm. Sam cried out in pain and bit back tears. He used his right arm to remove it and dig himself out.

Sam stood on top of the ruble and looked around for others to help, after all, saving people was the family business.

"Hello?" He called, "Does anyone need help?!"

Silence.

"Hello?"

A hand grabbed him and pulled him to the ground. Sam soon found himself face to face with a young girl with fiery red hair. She was dressed in some sort of strange camouflage.

"Are you crazy?" She whispered sternly, "You'll get us all killed!"

"What on earth are you talking about, there are people out there! People who need our help!"

"No," She glared at him, "We don't help others, we just stay alive. That's all we can do with those hunters after us all the time."

"Hunters?"

"Don't be an idiot." She sighed,

"What do you know about hunters?"

"What don't I know? They killed my family. They took everything from me. Almost everyone has lost someone to the hunters."

Sam pulled out his knife, "What kind of monster are you?"

"Monster?"

"Hunters only kill monsters." Sam pointed his knife at her neck, "So what are you? Werewolf? Vampire? Shifter?"

"No." She pulled out her own blade and easily disarmed him, "I'm human,"

"So what, the monsters hunt the humans now?" He joked,

She stared at him, "Yes."