A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome back to another short story in the Storm Saga. It has been so much fun creating this character and seeing how she interacts with the guys in this AU. Some things will be familiar, but I have taken a different path with them. I hope you enjoy the ride, and it would be great if you'd leave a review. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN and this story is of my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Chapter 1

The black Impala was speeding down the highway toward Indiana. The Winchester brothers had been sent on a possible case by their father to Burkitsville, Indiana, where couples had gone missing over at least the past three years, if not longer. And the only common factor was when they were on vacation, they passed through the town of Burkitsville.

Tension was running rabid in the car as Sam stewed in his anger. He didn't want to check the case out, he wanted to find their father. John had been evasive and told them to stop looking for him because it was not safe. The warning didn't stop Sam from his mission. He needed to find their father to help him hunt down the yellow eyed demon who had killed their mother and his girlfriend, Jessica.

"Stop the car!" Sam demanded loudly and with anger in his voice.

"What?" Dean asked looking over at his brother and seeing the dark look on his face. "What's got into you?"

"I mean it Dean, stop the car, now! Or so help me I will."

Dean snorted angrily as he pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. He watched as Sam got out and grabbed his bags from the back seat.

"Where are you going Sam?"

"I going to find Dad like we should be doing and not racing off to some possible case, just because he tells us to," Sam spat at him.

"Dad doesn't want us looking for him dude. He told us that."

"I don't care, the number he was calling from was in California and that's where I'm heading."

"Get in the car Sammy," Dean ordered as his temper flared.

"No. I'm going to find Dad." Sam turned on his heels and headed down the road away from his brother.

"I'm not coming back for you. If you do this, you're on your own!" Dean yelled.

"That's what I want," Sam answered throwing his arms out in disgust as he continued to walk away from him.

Dean stomped back to the car and got in, looking in the rearview mirror as Sam continued to walk along the edge of the road away from him. He growled and clenched his jaw tightly as he put the car in gear and pulled back onto the highway to drive away. He kept looking in the mirror as Sam got smaller and smaller until he could not see him any longer. He slapped his hand on the steering wheel and cussed under his breath as every cell in his body told him to turn around and go get Sam, even if he had to knock him out to do it. Both brothers had inherited the Winchester stubbornness and that made Dean continue to drive away from Sam and Sam to walk away from him.

Dean turned the radio up louder to drown out his thoughts as he continued toward Indiana like their father had told them to do. Dad had given him an order and he had been trained to obey him without question. He was the good little soldier his father raised him to be, not like Sam who seemed to butt heads with their Dad at every turn. It seemed the older Sam got the worse their arguments became, and Dean was always trying to be the referee and keep them from throwing punches.

It was already after lunch and Dean had over a seven hour drive ahead of him and decided to grab a motel room just before he got to Burkitsville. It would be too late to start working the case. He was going to have to do everything himself since Sam wasn't with him and knew it would take him longer to do the job. He needed to research the three names John had given him and see what he could find out about the couples that had disappeared in the area. From what John told him, it seemed like a couple went missing at the same time every year and were never heard from again. No bodies were ever found, it was like they disappeared into thin air.

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The motel was small but well maintained from the cleanliness of the outside lot. Dean pulled up to the office and got out to get a room. He went inside and caught himself requesting a room with 2 queens and changed it to a single room. He got the key and headed back out to move the car around back and park in front of his room.

Dean opened the door and flipped on the light, giving the room a once over, thinking it was small compared to what they usually got, but since it was just him, it would do. He sat his bag in a chair by the bed and dug out his small bathroom bag before stepping into the bathroom. After doing his routine, he came out and stripped down to briefs and T-shirt before pulling the covers back on the bed.

Once he had settled with his pillows bunched behind him, Dean turned on the television to see if anything interesting was on. He lowered the volume and picked his cell up from the nightstand. Dean scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he wanted and dialed it waiting for it to be answered.

"Hello," a female voice answered.

"Hey Good Looking," Dean greeted Storm, his voice soft and warm.

"Dean, hi, it's good to hear your voice," Storm cooed. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," said Dean, though he was anything but fine.

Storm listened to the tone of his voice and knew something was off with him.

"So, where are you now?" she asked hoping to glean some details before she asked him what was going on.

"Indiana. I talked to Dad this morning and he gave me a case to check out."

"You? Back up there a minute, where's Sam? Isn't he with you? Did something happen to him?" Storm questioned, her voice filled with worry.

"No, no, nothing like that," Dean assured him. "We had a…Disagreement and, well, Sam went his own way, and I went mine."

There was silence on the other end of the call as Storm let what Dean told him sink in. What could they have disagreed about that would make Sam go off on his own? And she couldn't see Dean letting him do it. She knew they had their arguments and fights, but she didn't think it was enough to split them apart.

"Are you still there?" Dean asked cautiously.

"Yes, I'm just not understanding what happened between you guys. Talk to me Babe."

Dean huffed out a deep breath trying to get his thoughts together before answering her.

"Are you okay?" Storm whispered softly wishing she was with him to comfort him.

"Dad gave us this case I'm on and Sam, well, he wants to find him like now, even though Dad told us to stop looking for him that it was too dangerous. Sam's being a stubborn dumbass and just wouldn't listen to anything I said. He was determined to go search for Dad on his own, and I couldn't stop him, unless I got physical. I didn't want it to go that far, so I had to let him go his own way."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Storm tried to console him. "Is it a good idea for you to be doing this case on your own? I know how dangerous your hunts can be and I don't want you putting yourself in harm's way with no backup."

"It'll be fine Stormy," Dean assured her. "If it looks like I need help, I'll see if there's anyone nearby I can call."

"Promise me you won't take any unnecessary risks Babe. You know I worry every time you guys are on a hunt. Will you call me every night please, so I know you're okay?"

"I'll be careful and yes, I'll call you, so you know I'm good. If I don't get you, I'll leave a message."

"Think you'll have time to stop back by soon?"

"I hope so; I have emisds your warm body cuddled up next to mine."

"It feels good to wake up with you beside me too. You have a way of making me feel safe and loved and wanted."

"You bring out the good in me Stormy, like no one else can."

"Do you know where Sam is going?"

"California, I guess. That's where Dad called from so that was the last place he was at."

"Do you think he'll be okay by himself? I don't like it when you two are at odds with each other. I worry about both of you."

"I helped train him and he's an adult. I've gotta let him do his own thing for now and hope he decides to join back up with me. You know he gets in this type of mood, he won't listen to anyone."

"I'm sure he'll call if he needs help. Sam has a good head on his shoulders, plus, he was trained by the best. If you don't hear from him, maybe I'll give him a call to check on him."

"Yeah, he'll probably talk to you. How's business going?" Dean asked wanting to change the subject.

"It's good. People like their beer and it doesn't hurt I'm the only bar on this side of town."

"I'm turning in, I'll talk to you tomorrow, night Babe."

"Alright, I hope to see you soon Dee. I love you."

"Love you too Stormy."

"I hope your dreams are of me and we're doing something naughty," she cooed. "Nite Dee."

Dean hung up and relax back into the pillows as he pictured Storm in his mind. She had the warmest smile that would brighten up any room. And she gave you her full attention when she talked to you. With her, Dean didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't or hide from her what he did. She was his guiding light in a world filled with monsters and darkness.

With a heavy sigh, Dean repositioned his pillows and slid down in the bed, trying to get comfortable. His mind drifted to his brother and wondered where he was spending the night and if he was taking care of himself. He glanced at his cell where he had put it on the nightstand and started to reach for it but stopped himself. He was still pissed at Sam for doing this and decided to let him have his space. Dean let the drone of the television lull him to sleep since he didn't have his brother's soft snoring to do that. Maybe after he worked this case, he would try to find Sammy and patch things up.