A/N: Hello my dear readers and welcome back to another Storm story. Our journey is about to begin, so buckle in. It will be a rollercoaster ride with twists and turns. Please remember this is an AU so it will not follow the program; I have made changes to fit my characters into the story line. I hope you have enjoyed these short stories and the new characters I have created. I am trying to decide where to go from here. Would you be interested in reading more shorts in this series? I do like reviews/comments. NC


Chapter 1

Storm ran the mop over the floor around one table where a patron had spilled beer earlier that night. She wanted to make sure she got the stickiness off the floor. That was one thing she insisted on having was a clean bar for patrons to come to. With a final swipe of the mop, she let it drop into the bucket of water and after swishing it around, put it in the attachment to squeeze the water out. She put her weight on the handle to get all she could out.

The bucket rolled easily into the backroom and to the storage closet where she dumped the water and rinsed the mop before hanging it on the side of the sink to dry. Storm washed her hands and dried them as she hummed to herself. She headed to the door that led upstairs to her apartment and slowly climbed the stairs letting herself in. She dropped her gun and knife in the basket by the door before continuing to the bathroom, deciding on a quick shower before fixing her tea. Storm knew the water would help her relax and unwind.

A cell phone started ringing as Storm stepped out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around her body and hurried into the other room to answer it knowing it could only be one person calling this late, her fiancé.

"Hello lover boy," Storm greeted Dean in a sexy voice. "I was wondering if you'd call tonight."

"Hey Stormy, am I calling too late?" Dean asked in a warm, familiar voice. "I'm sorry I haven't had time to call before now."

"No, it's fine, I just got out of the shower."

"Oh, really? So, are you naked? Do you have beads of water tracing their way down your body? Does your hair smell of that coconut shampoo you like? Oh man, I wish I was there right now."

"Are you trying to have phone sex?" Storm giggled at Dean's questioning. "You know that's not my thing. I like one on one for that kind of thing. But to answer your questions, no, I'm dry and yes, I used the coconut shampoo, and I wish you were here too. Where are guys at now?"

"We're just outside Manning, Colorado. A guy named Daniel Elkins was killed supposedly from an animal attack. His name is in our Dad's journal, so we think Dad knew him. We're going to check it out 'cause it sounded suspicious."

"Colorado, nice state. I've been there a few times with my parents when I was young."

"Yeah, we've done a few cases in Colorado, but didn't really have time to sigh see while there."

"Is Sam doing okay?"

"Yeah, he's asleep and I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd call you."

"I'm glad you did. Keep talking, I'm putting on your T-shirt and some briefs."

"I envy those clothes. They're going to be against your skin and will warm with the heat from your body."

"Oh, so you want to be my clothes now?"

"Damn straight."

"I'm going into the kitchen to make some tea so I can unwind a little."

"I know your routine Babe. Don't forget those little shortbread cookies you like so much. How are things going with the bar?"

"Not bad, people are always going to want to grab a drink or two. We have the usual customers, but I have seen a few fresh faces this past week and that's good. It doesn't bother me now when new faces show up."

"That's good to hear but play it safe anyway. How's your Dad doing?"

"He's fine. Dad's in Georgia working with a group to help remodel houses for disabled veterans."

"Your father is a saint. There's not many like him out there helping vets like he does. You came from good roots."

"Why thank you kind sir," Storm laughed softly as she fixed her tea and rummaged around for cookies. "Do you think this Elkins person was killed by some monster?"

"We won't know until we get there and check it out, but my guess is probably so."

"That's sad. Whatever you guys do, please, please be careful. I don't want to lose you now that I've found you."

"I'll do my best Stormy, but you know I can't promise something I can't control, and I told you I'd never lie to you. Sammy and I have each other's backs."

"I know," Storm sighed trying not to sound too upset or unhappy. "Has Sam been talking to Breeze? You know she's new to this hunting thing and all. I really think they might have a good chance at a relationship. She's openminded, I just hope she can endure the separation."

"Yeah, he's called her, and I think if she's willing that he is willing too. I know you were doing a little matchmaking and I'm just glad it's going okay so far. I hate a melancholy, moody Sammy. He's no fun to be around."

"I can imagine. Sam is sensitive about certain matters and closes himself off pretending he's okay when he really isn't."

"Yep, you've got my brother pegged. I don't know if I ever thanked you for that. It's good that Sammy has someone besides me to talk to because I know there are some things, he won't talk to me about."

"I hope you're not upset about that. Sometimes it's easier to talk with someone who's neutral."

"So, you're like Switzerland."

"Yeah, sounds good." Storm yawned and sighed.

"I can tell you're tired Babe. Why don't you go on to bed and have hot, sexy dreams about me?"

"I always do my love. Try to keep in touch and let me know when you guys might be heading this way so I can stock the fridge and be sure I have ingredients for pies."

"You just said the magic word and you do know me so well. Goodnight, Stormy, I love you."

"And I love you too. Be safe and give Sam my love."

"I will."

Storm hung up her cell and sat on the couch for a few minutes as she thought about Dean and how much she loved him. He was her world and she'd do anything to keep him safe and protect him. Every cell in her body loved him, even deep down in her very soul; she knew he was the one and there would never be anyone else that could replace him. Storm didn't know what she would do if something happened to Dean when he was on a hunt. With a deep sigh, she got up, took her cup to the kitchen and headed to the bathroom to do her routine so she could go to bed.

spn

Dean and Sam quietly made their way into the cabin with guns drawn. It was dimly lit, and they let their lights play around the room seeing that it had been wrecked. They ventured deeper into the cabin and found a sort of office.

"Yep, he was a hunter alright," Dean told Sam as he flipped through a journal.

"That looks like Dad's journal," Sam commented.

"I know but this goes back to the early 60's."

"He's got reference books just like Bobby." Sam looked around the room seeing books stacked on shelves and on the desk. He saw a box full of books sitting back in a corner and went over to see what was in there.

"Whoever did this, there was more than one," Dean said looking up at the broken skylights. He knelt and pushed some papers around on the floor and noticed a wooden box that had the indentions for what looked like a gun and bullets. "I found something here," Dean alerted Sam when he saw the scratching on the floor.

"What is it?"

"His last dying thought or maybe a clue." Dean looked around and found a blank piece of paper and pencil. After using them to transfer the message, he heled it up and tried to read it.

"What does it say?"

"I think it's the combo for a mailbox. I bet it's a drop box like what Dad used to do."

"Okay, there's gotta be a post office in town. We should go check it out."

Dean led the way back out of the cabin and to the Impala. They got in not knowing they were being watched and headed into the small town of Manning to find the post office. He found a place to park, and they checked around for anyone that might be suspicious before going inside to find the box number.

After using the numbers to open the box, Dean pulled out a letter addressed to their father. They hurried from the building and got in the car.

"Should we open it?" Sam asked looking at the envelope Dean was holding.

"I guess."

Before the envelope could be torn open, someone tapped on the window making the brothers jumped going for the weapons until they saw the face of their father.

"Dad?" Sam asked softly in surprise.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Dean questioned as John got in the backseat of the car.

"I saw the article about Elkin's death and came to check it out like you boys. I saw you at the cabin but didn't want to approach you."

"Do you know what killed him? We looked but couldn't tell."

"My guess, vampires. That's what he hunted."

"Vampires? You never mentioned anything about them."

"I thought they were all taken out by other hunters. There's not been a trace of a nest or lone vampire in years."

"Maybe they've figured how to stay under our radar," Sam offered.

"Here," Dean said handing John the letter. "This was in the mailbox."

John accepted the envelope and tore it open to read the two handwritten pages.

"I'll be damn; he had it all this time," he muttered. "We need to find these vampires. They have something I need. Follow me; the nest is probably in some abandoned house on the outskirts of the town."

"Yes sir," Dean said without hesitation.

"And Dean, you need to wash the car. I wouldn't have given it to you if you weren't going to take better care of it than this."

Dean didn't say anything but gave Sam an embarrassing look before starting the car and following behind their Dad's truck. Sam frowned as his anger flared for a moment that their Dad could be that heartless. Dean had been his good little soldier and followed him blindly, but it never seemed to be enough for John. Sam was always butting heads with John because he questioned his orders at each turn, and it seemed nothing had changed after all.

"Don't start dude," Dean told Sam when he saw Sam's dark expression.

Sam huffed a breath and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared straight ahead at their father's black truck. He knew there was something John was keeping from them and couldn't understand why he would do that. They had a right to know about it if it concerned them. He pinched his lips into a tight line but didn't voice his thoughts to his brother. He didn't want to argue with him. He would question their Dad when they stopped so he could make sense of all this. They deserved that.