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The Louisiana night had turned into a roaring beast. Ozone and wet earth choked the air as the hurricane’s advance guard whipped rain sideways. On the porch, you and your father stood like sentinels, clothes plastered to your skin. Just inside the open doorway, the Winchester brothers painted a study in contrast. Sam’s tall frame was rigid, his hazel eyes wide and darting from the sky to you, fear written in every line of his face. Dean, leather jacket dark with moisture, propped himself against the frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the world tear itself apart with something like reverence. The wind screamed, a promise of violence, as the storm’s true fury began to descend.