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July 26th excerpt:

Outside the cabin, the peaceful night had turned. A storm was coming.

Trees shuddered under the sudden gusts of wind. The tall branches bowed under the power, and raindrops glistened against the vibrant green leaves. Full summer had come to the forest, but with it a storm that no newscaster had predicted. A roar sounded against the cabin’s walls as a blast of pure power surged by, debris caught listlessly in the relentless force.

A bolt of lightning arced through the sky, sending sparks in all directions. The clouds lit up, foreboding for all that they weren’t there just ten minutes before.

With that bolt of lightning, something had changed.

As the peal of thunder rocked the cabin, something crashed into the roof and rolled off into the underbrush.

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June 3rd excerpt:

The unexpected voice cut directly through the thunderstorm in Dean’s dreams. It drove him awake rapidly, the instincts of a hunter combining with the instincts he’d gained after so many years living cursed.

So he startled awake.

Dean sat bolt upright, pushing himself away from the intruders on the table.

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Worry shone in Dean’s green eyes as he glanced towards the window. The sunset had arched across the sky with scattered red clouds and a shock of the last rays, but now it was dark and foreboding outside. The roaring pattern of rain started up seconds after the rumble of thunder died down.

A light flickered in the room, and that sealed Dean’s resolve. “C’mon guys, game’s over,” he muttered. He slipped off the edge of the bed, padding over to them on socked feet. He sank to the ground, holding his hand out. He didn’t want to risk them out in the room if the power went out. They were too small, and he was too big.

Lightning flashed outside again, and Sam bounced to his feet in surprise. He ran towards Dean’s hand as the thunder rumbled again.

The second rumble of thunder motivated Oscar to bound towards the offered hand, too. He nearly stumbled on the carpet threads, but he managed to keep his feet and run to Dean’s outstretched fingers. He hopped up before the next flicker of all the lamps in the room.

Oscar crouched down on Dean’s palm, looking wide-eyed up at the human. “Th-the thunder’s a lot louder out here than in the walls,” he said. His gaze strayed to the window in time for a more subdued flash and an upswing in the rain. Oscar’s hand found Sam’s arm almost on reflex, anchoring himself to the other kid and knowing he wasn’t by himself while the sky raged outside. “It’s still loud in there, too, though,” he added in a quieter voice.

Dean lifted his hand away from the ground as the two kids huddled together. Before he went to stand, he cupped his hand against his chest, bringing up his second hand to shield them like he was protecting a flickering candle from the wind. Hidden from sight, another human would never know what Dean had cupped against his chest. Two tiny, fragile children that trusted him.

He stood and made his way over to the bed that was farthest from the window. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Dean promised them while he moved. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

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