. . . And Stormy Nights
The leading edge of the storm tore through the outskirts of Alafair, the force of its wind lifting Sam off of his feet and tossing him against the Impala, slamming his head against its windshield.
"Sam!"
Throwing a frenzied glance at the maelstrom in the night sky, Dean threw Sam across his shoulders and staggered back inside their motel room.
Panting with terror, barely able to think above the roar of the approaching tornado, Dean hauled his brother into the bathroom and shoved him inside the tub, then climbed in after him and covered Sam's motionless body with his own.
