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Thunder. Shiver. Thunder. Shiver.
How the hell was it that in this big ass bunker, you could still hear the booming? How the fuck was that fair? Even where you were, curled into a ball in the corner, hiding out in the lowest sub level storage room you could find in your haste, you could hear it distantly. And you thought the Men of Letters were meant to be geniuses. They were nothing but idiots.
It was cold, you were coved in dust, tears streamed down your face, and you were surrounded by nothing but files and boxes and shelves and cabinets. You bet their dumb files didn't have anything on what evil piece of shit created goddamned thunderstorms. Didn't have anything important. Idiots.
At least down here the insistent pounding of the rain was almost entirely muffled. At least down here everything was numb and dull. At least down here you could pretend nothing was going on out there. At least you could close your eyes and imagine you could feel Sam's arms gripping you to his chest.
- (Sam's pov) -
"Where, Dean? Where the fuck could she be? We have to find her! Now!" I knew I shouldn't be raising my voice at Dean, I knew it wasn't his fault she wasn't huddled under her blanket or in my arms. But I knew her. I knew she was scared of storms like this one, how they made her feel small and helpless, like she might float away with the rain or get hit by lightning or torn apart by thunder. I knew she'd be a mess by now, fifteen minutes in. I knew how she shook, I knew how her watery eyes couldn't look into mine. I knew how she turned her fear into anger, I knew how she'd use petty insults to respond to everything I said, out of frustration. I knew.
But for everything I knew, I didn't know the one that mattered. The only one that mattered: where she'd gone off missing to.
By now, we had established a sort of routine, and anywhere we were, if a storm came, she ran to crawl and hide in a bed or familiar place and I ran to hold her. She had made me promise to never tell Dean, not wanting him to think her weak, but this time, when our routine fell through, I figured I'd have to make an exception for Dean.
I had been out on the road, a simple grocery shopping trip, only meaning to be gone half an hour or so. Leaving the bunker, having heard the forecast, I was careful to specifically check the sky. Everything had seemed clear and blue. Miraculously, as soon as I had worked up a full basket of food, I saw the first crack of lightning through the storefront's window. Running through the self-checkout despite my abundance of items and the other shoppers' impatience, I did everything I could to get back to her before things got out of control. Speeding through the rain, watching it get heavier and heavier by the second had only made my gut weigh just as much. And I was still too late.
"I don't know! I don't even know what happened! What's going on, Sammy? I was sitting right by the door! Nothing came in or out, I told you this! Why is she in danger?" He didn't get it. God, Dean didn't get it. I don't have time to explain to him, I just don't. I keep turning around in circles, checking her room again, the main library again, the study room again, again, again, again. I felt dizzy, listening to Dean's voice ringing, echoing. Has this place always echoed like that?
