JUST OUTSIDE OF LAWRENCE, KANSAS

You and your coworker had just hopped out of the storm van, and made your way to a tent, ready for you to set up a quick base for storm chasing. Maps were placed in front of you, along with different gear and laptops. You begin to talk to each other, strategizing with now a team of people who had come out to help.

You've been researching throughout high school and college on how to collapse a tornado from the inside, to significantly reduce the catastrophic damage it brings. You almost found a way, too. Tested it out and everything. That day, however, you hadn't predicted the strength of the tornado, and it had left a scar on your psyche after what had happened that day. Hell, you didn't even know if you were ready to come back out to the midwest again. You were comfortable in your apartment in the city. But that's just it... comfortability got predictable and boring. You yearned for the excitement of storm chasing.

Whilst talking over with your coworkers about the possible tornado chase, 'Carry on Wayward Son' is faintly heard in the distance, and it get's louder by the second, as a black '67 Chevy Pickup speeds dangerously fast to your set up. It swerves to the side and parks a couple of yards away, other trucks and vans following it. Stepping out of the truck, is a dirty blonde country boy, standing at good 6"2' with a classic cowboy hat, white T-shirt and denim pants. He hollers as his team pool out around him, in a celebratory fashion.

You sneer at the ruckus and noise they all unnecessarily made, "Who the hell is that?"

Your friend responds, rolling their eyes, "That's Dean Winchester. Famous 'Tornado Wrangler'. Whatever the hell that is. He chases tornados, and streams it on the internet. He's starting to get a cult following now. It's stupid, really. All it is, is reckless."

Dean Winchester, wearing a huge grin, takes notice of you, and he tells his own team to give him a moment. He starts to walk over to where you were.

'Oh, great' you mutter to yourself.