A/N: Hello my dear readers and welcome back to another Storm story. I so love writing her and I am going to introduce a new character to the mix. I hope you like the person and will enjoy the read. As always, I do like to know your thoughts, please review/comment. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or any of the characters. Any errors are my own. This is my creation.

Chapter 1

The last of the customers wandered from the bar and Storm did a walk through to be sure everyone was gone, but Hank and Norm, who were taking out the recycles and trash. She turned off the open light sign and began to place the chairs on the tables so she could sweep.

Things were getting back to normal in her life after the brutal attack and robbery of the bar. Storm wasn't jumping at loud sounds or shying away from strangers anymore, but she was more cautious and never went outside after the bar closed. She was grateful that Dean and Sam had added cameras and security lights in back to deter any would be robbers.

News traveled fast in the criminal underworld and word got around to not mess with the Sniper's Nest or the bartender because you wouldn't be seen again. The owner and a boyfriend would make sure of that. They wouldn't stop hunting you until they found you and you were dead. It only took seeing them once to know not to tangle with either of them. Cooper and Dean were deadly forces apart, but together they couldn't be stopped.

"All done Storm. We're heading out," Hank told her as they came back into the bar.

"You be sure and lock up behind us," Norm cautioned her, patting her arm.

"I will and I hope you enjoy your time off," Storm replied following them to the door and shutting it behind them. She engaged the locks for the door, checking it before heading into the backroom. Dean had added extra security and she set the flip lock in place making it almost impossible to break into the place unless you broke down the entire door.

Storm still had cold chills when she walked into the back room but pushed them aside and went to the alarm pad to set it. She double locked the backdoor and fit the bar across the door to keep anyone from picking the lock and getting in. Storm headed upstairs and put water on for a cup of tea before going to the bathroom to quickly shower and wash away a night of bartending.

After fixing her tea and grabbing a snack, she settled on the couch to unwind and watch some television before going to bed. She was halfway through her program when her cell starting ringing. She got up to answer it.

"Hello," Storm greeted the caller.

"Hey Babe," Dean relied with a sigh. "Am I calling too late?"

"Nope, I was relaxing with a cup of tea before going to bed." She looked down at the ring on her finger and rubbed it lovingly.

"Man! I wish I was there to help you relax. I could come up with a few moves that would make you melt like butter on a hot summer day."

"Me too Babe and I know you have the moves. So, how's the case? Is it your thing?"

"Well, at first I didn't think so until a young girl was found hanging in the basement."

"That doesn't sound good. Are you two doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're good," Dean tried to assure you when he heard the concern in her voice.

"Dean! What did you do?" Sam yelled in the background making Dean laugh. "You're a dick!"

"What's wrong with Sam?" Storm questioned cautiously.

"Oh, Sammy got a taste of itching power in his briefs," Dean laughed at Sam's tantrum.

"I'm afraid to ask, but why did he get that?"

"Oh, it's a childhood thing, prank wars. We try to see who can outdo the other. He thought turning everything on it the Impala was a good one, but I got him back. He's never forgiven me for the Nair in his shampoo when we were younger."

"You are so mean Dean Winchester. I can't believe you'd do that. There's no blood shed is there?"

"Naw, it doesn't usually go that far."

"Do you know what you're hunting?"

"At first we didn't. We went to this old house out in the woods and you're not going to believe this, but we ran across a couple of wannabe ghost hunters, Harry and Ed, who run a website called Hellhound's . That's where Sammy got the info for the case from. Man, they were unbelievable. Talk about weird nerds, those guys took the prize. Bet they've never been laid in their lives."

"Are they going to be a problem? Harry and Ed, they don't sound too dangerous or anything."

"They'd probably shit on themselves if they actually saw a real ghost. We're not sure what it is yet. It looked like a spirit, but rock salt bullets didn't have any effect on it. We've never ran across that before. Sammy's still doing some research on some strange symbols we found painted on the walls and smelly chicken feet nailed around the door frame. There's one I know I've seen before but can't place yet."

"What's the next step?" Storm asked as she put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. "I like to hear how you work a case. It helps me to understand things better."

"I guess to get back in the house and look for more clues. We got it out of a guy that him and his sister did that to scare their friends, but some of the symbols were the real thing and it may have awakened something in that house."

"It sounds like a strange one, that's for sure."

"Guess I better let you go so you can get some sleep."

"Alright love. And Dean, you better watch your back because you know Sam is going to get you back when you least expect it. He doesn't forget," Storm giggled.

"Oh, I can handle my little brother," Dean grunted. "Go to bed and sweet dreams, hopefully about me."

"They always are. I love you and give Sam my love and tell him to go easy on you."

"Right. I love you too Stormy."

Storm hung up the phone and laughed out loud trying to picture Sam wiggling and scratching his bottom and privates from the itching powder Dean had used. She knew Sam wouldn't let that go and Dean was going to be in for a shocking surprise. She laughed again as she headed to the bathroom first to do her routine and then on to bed.

spn

It was a few days later and Storm was at the bar in the kitchen eating lunch and reading a book when her cell rang. She got up and grabbed it from the end table in the living room to answer it.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey Storm," Sam greeted her.

"Hey Sam, is everything okay? Dean's not hurt, or anything is he?" she questioned trying not to panic.

"No, no, he's okay. He went to get us something to eat before we head out."

"Did you figure out what you were hunting?"

"Yeah, it's a tulpas."

"And for the ignorant?"

"Well, it's a being created by the act of someone imagining it. A college student painted Tibetan spirit sigils on the walls of the cabin and when those wannabe ghost hunters filmed them, and people started posting about it and more started reading about it. The tulpas took on a life of its own and changed when the comments changed."

"Man, that's a new one for me. I never thought something like that could even happen," Storm mulled over. "I have to ask Sam, did you get Dean back?"

"Back?" Sam questioned.

"He told me about the itching powder, and I know you, you wouldn't let that go."

"Oh yeah," Sam laughed as he sighed.

"What did you do?"

"We were having dinner at a diner waiting on Harry and Ed to post some fake facts about the tulpas and well, Dean went to the restroom and the beer bottle was just sitting there all alone…I had some super glue…"

"No, no you didn't…Oh Sam…" Storm cried out as she started laughing hard almost fall from the bar stool as she pictured Dean's face when the beer stuck to his hand.

"Yeah, I did, his hand was stuck to the beer bottle. It was a hoot! And I think I bested him this time."

"I can see it now. What did Dean do?" Storm asked trying to get her breath.

"He used a whole bottle of nail polish remover to dissolve the glue. He said it took the top layer of skin off the palm of his hand. I told him he didn't need to use it for…You know…Jerking off since he had you now."

"And did Dean retaliate?" Storm giggled as she tried to control herself.

"We called a truce so we could work the case."

"And the ghost hunters? What happened to them?" Storm pulled her cell from her ear as Sam cackled with laugher. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he sighed catching his breath. "I called them pretending to be a movie agent wanting to do a show with them. So, they packed up and were heading to California. Dean helped by putting some raw fish in their car."

"You guys are so bad," Storm laughed with him, wiping her eyes as tears ran down her face. "Damn, I needed a good laugh. How about this tulpas? Did you kill it?"

"That's the thing, it can't really be killed. Your boyfriend is an arsonist and decided the best thing to do was burn the cabin down. No cabin, no monster. At least that was his thinking."

"Man, I wish I had been there to enjoy the fun. Do you think those guys are going to be okay heading for California?"

"Yeah, they'll probably get a television show or something. You know how weird things are out there."

"Are you doing okay Sam? Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

"No…Well…Maybe…" Sam stammered as he got serious. "Dad's sending us on a hunt."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No, he just sent coordinates like he did before."

"But what's wrong Sam?"

"I don't know, I just have this feeling that its more than a hunt. It's just nagging me, and I think Dean is hiding something from me. He won't talk about it, but I can see it in his eyes, a haunted look."

"I know Dean can be closed off about things Sam but give him a little space. He'll probably open up, and if he doesn't, I'll turn on my girlish charm and make him talk. I'm sure a little sex talk…."

"Whoa! Stop! TMI!" Sam blurred out not wanting to hear anymore. "I'm sure you can. I hear the Impala, I'll talk to you later Storm."

"Quick, where are you going now?"

"Fitchburg, Wisconsin," Sam told her before hanging up.

Storm looked at her cell as the call was disconnected and chuckled wondering what Dean would come up with to get Sam back for the glue and beer bottle. Sometimes the guys didn't act their age and she wished she could see them more. Storm went to a bookcase and pulled an atlas down to look up the town Sam had told her about. She wanted to see how far away they were and if they did decide to come her way, how long it would take them. She hoped they might stop by after this last hunt but knew they would work the case their father sent them on and maybe then she'd get to see them. With a long sigh, she got up to get ready to open the bar for the night.