#storm chaser

Tornado captured yesterday, from Storm Chaser eye.of.ty outside of Clear Lake, South Dakota. The power & beauty of this storm are truly breathtaking. ~beccawise7 💜🖤

Here are Ty's words to describe it...

"This is not AI. Yesterday, I witnessed what was probably the most incredible Tornado intercept I'll ever have in my life. Words can't describe the awesome power and experience this truly was. " -eye.of.ty

What an amazing world.

🔥🌪️⚠️WE'RE LIVE ⚠️🌪️🔥

For the past year or two I have been working on a series of illustrations centered around weather and today I've launched the Kickstarter! I'm so excited for it's release, go check it out! 💕🏳️‍⚧️

⛈️ Kickstarter exclusive crewnecks XS-5XL

⛈️ Storm chaser joggers XS-5XL

⛈️ T-shirts XS-6XL

⛈️ Blankets

⛈️ Post cards

Back to the project today on Kickstarter!

When Lightning Strikes | E | H+L | 80k | Complete | Enemies-to-lovers | Storm Chasers AU |

queer rival storm chasers.

one is a reckless livestream god with a camera, a death wish, and tornado trauma.

one is a bitchy network meteorologist with better radar, worse impulse control than he thinks, and a suit that keeps getting ruined by acts of god and Harry Styles.

they hate each other.

they absolutely do not want to fuck about it.

except they do.

featuring: 🌪️ tornadoes 📹 livestream disasters 🔥 a deeply illegal fire tornado 🪩 dancing in front of twin funnels 🩸 blood, mud, motel rooms, and emotional damage 💅 queer men being catastrophically bad at feelings 🚨 storm shelter politics, class rage, and actual stakes 💋 rivals-to-lovers with teeth

The sky wants Harry dead.

⟢Warnings: Mentions of tornadoes and twisters, very bad descriptions of weather and climate, Dean being rude asf, mentions of lost child, fluff at the end! (Not proofread)

⟢ Storm Chaser! Dean Winchester x Meteorologist! Reader (No use of Y/N)

⟢Summary: You have been hired to work as an intern for one of the popular internet storm chasers, little did you know it was not what you expected, especially on your first day.

(2490 Words)

Divider Credits: @strangergraphics, @edensrose

“Alright, we’ve got one up ahead, looks like this one is a small but mighty one.” Sam had been on the computer for a couple of hours now, looking for any sign of a possible Tornado. Dean cracked open a beer and handed one to Dean. Jo had begun ordering new parts for their modified Ford truck. She was a beauty modded with rockets, a surround sound system, and a powerful arching system to dig into the ground. Castiel had begun making the exact map of where the tornado was heading and picking the right estimate of where the rocket should be launched to collect data. Cyclone Ranch was the family business. Dean had begun storm chasing after his father, John, had died trying to protect Sam and Dean from an EMF 5 while they were at the park. Cyclone Ranch had begun to become popular among other amateur storm chasers, and especially college students. Dean had opened up Cyclone Ranch to recent college graduates for paid internships. So Dean had finally gotten one, you. 

Dean was known for driving pretty recklessly around these parts. But the rest of the crew didn’t mind at all. It seemed normal to them.

“Hey, when’s that person coming, the intern or whatever?” Asked Sam while still focusing on the computer, taking a swig of his beer. Dean looked toward his brother, away from the road, “Any minute now, Sammy. Take a look, man, we got a good one.” Dean dragged his hand against the computer and switched the tab to your resume.  Sam took a look at your resume, and he was impressed with the stats you had. A recent graduate with a PHD in Meteorology, good grades, and lots of recommendations from previous jobs and professors. 

You had been nervous but excited. You were a fan of the Cyclone Ranch live streams, you were even one of those fans who had a crush on the oh so handsome Winchester brothers. You had pulled up to a small lot with other tornado chasers. “Excuse me?” You walked up to a man who was leaning against a huge white van with satellites on top of the van. “I’m looking for Cyclone Ranch, I’m an intern,” you smiled. The guy snarked and scoffed. “Cyclone Ranch? Oh yeah, they should be comin’ anytime soon. Serious business, huh?” he laughed. You, however, were pretty confused. “Uh, yeah, I’m looking forward to-” Your words were interrupted by loud music. The sound of Metallica playing through the speakers, you jumped from the sudden hard bass coming from the truck. The other storm chasers gathered around the truck, mainly girls. You took a better look at the truck and saw the famous Cyclone Ranch logo. “Oh god…” You muttered. 

The famous Dean Winchester holding up t-shirts and throwing them to the girls who were screaming and blowing kisses at the brothers, Castiel, hell, even Jo, cause who wouldn’t?

“The brothers are back in town, baby!” he yelled out from the window. When they pulled up, your face dropped. You had thought it was a serious business, but now, looking at their setups and equipment, you weren’t too sure. You walked towards the truck, pushing through the crowd of people trying to get to the front. You held on tight to your notebooks and satchel. You had finally caught up to the front and were face to face with Dean himself.

 “Hi, I'm looking for-” Dean put up his hand in front of your face. “Say no more, babydoll, I’m always happy to sign for a fan.” Dean took your notebook and signed the front cover. Sam came behind his shoulder. “Dean, I don’t think-” Dean took out a box and took a good look at your body before handing you a shirt in your size. “Here, take one, take it as a gift.’ He smirked. 

However, you threw him back the shirt. “I’m not a fan, I’m the intern you hired,” you said seriously. Castiel broke the small tension, “Welcome to the team, I’m Castiel. I work with communications. Sam here is the analyzer, keeps track of the storms.” Castiel then waves at Jo. “That’s Jo, the sane one, and the mechanic of that beauty she's working on.” You looked around, “I thought this was an actual company with actual serious shit,” you asked. 

Dean, however, looked offended, not only had you thrown his shirt back at him, but you ignored his charm, and dissed his company. “Alright, listen here, doll, you either back out or join us. Good luck finding another job out here in the middle of nowhere. What’s it gonna be and make it quick,” He snapped. You eventually agreed to stay and work with Dean on collecting the data. 

“We got one,” Sam shouted. “Let's ride, babydoll, you comin’ or not?” Dean said scoffingly. So this is why the guy you were talking to earlier basically laughed in your face, their company was a joke compared to the others. “Yeah, I'm comin’”

While driving to the sight of a twister, you saw it moving strangely. As you sat in the front seat next to Dean, who had been blasting his sound system, you looked out the window. The skies that had gone from a shiny blue sky had turned almost green. You began growing skeptical, so you turned your head to the computer. The meter had rocked from an orange to a bright red. “Dean, we can’t go into this storm, you're insane!” Jo yelled. “Sweetheart, this is my job, either you jump out and wait this storm or you ride with us.” Dean had always been persistent about his findings. He took Cyclone Ranch seriously and wanted to make it to the big leagues so people like the guys you were talking to would put their money they made into their mouths for them to shut up. The winds were moving a completely different way from what Sam had perceived. “Go the other way,” Sam demanded of Dean. He scoffed, “Alright, you ain’t telling me what to do, dude.” He said. 

“We’re right next to a town,” you said softly as you looked back. “The people in that town have no idea what’s going on if you don’t turn this truck around so we can save those people, don’t even call yourself a storm chaser,” you said. Dean didn’t listen to you. He barely knew you for like 3 hours. Everyone in the truck was telling him to turn around so they wouldn’t go towards the danger. “We do this all the time, you gonna believe a guy you guys knew for half your lives or a fancy college barbie?” The knuckles on his hands grew white from the tension of gripping the wheel. Right when he yelled, something had hit the window. You took a closer look to see ice on the hood. “Hail…” Castiel said in disbelief, “It’s gonna be a big one.” You had enough. You jumped in front of Dean in the driver's seat and pushed the seat back. You sat on his lap and controlled the truck. “Am I good back there to turn?” you asked. Sam held a thumbs up and Yeah. Dean tried to take back control, but you wouldn’t have it. It was like playing footsies with him, but with the wheel of a moving car. You managed to turn the truck around towards the town, but the winds were already growing stronger by the minute. “Guys, alert the town, we don’t have much time,” Jo yelled out before the glass of the rear window had cracked from the string hail. “Some storm chaser you are.” You mumbled to Dean as you took control of the wheel. 

As you reached the town, everyone got down. The townspeople were already alerted when the tornado siren had grown louder. You ran into a small daycare that had a basement inside. You had ordered people who were the closest to you into the basement. “Sammy, take the vendor and bring 'em inside the shops!” Dean yelled out. Jo and Castiel began to bring others into huge buildings without windows and any secure areas. It was only you and Dean in the storm, trying to make sure everyone was ok. Except one. A girl wearing a bright duck coat and bright pink shoes, crying and standing in fear, calling out for her mom. You and Dean immediately ran to her and, with no hesitation, picked her up. “It’s ok, we’re here to help find your mama,” you soothed as much as you could. “Cmon, we need to head to a shelter,” Dean yelled through the strong winds. However, there was nowhere else, every basement was full, and no luck finding the girl's mother. “Dean, a ditch!” you yelled out. Dean jumped in first, and once he did, his hands stretched out to grab the kid, then you. You cradled the girl and put her duck hoodie on her head to protect her from the storm. You put the girl's head in the crook of your neck to protect her face. Dean put his whole body over you, his hand went around your waist and the girl's body as much as he could, while his other hand kept digging into the ground as the twister became stronger. 

The sounds of the little girl crying and the strong winds made Dean groan from the amount of strength he’s using to keep the two alive. He saw the girl's eyes, and it made him think of that day. He was around the girl’s age with his dad, and he made the exact same face she did when he first saw a twister as strong as this. The twister is moving towards them, and Dean laid his head on your shoulder as he kept gripping onto the ground and you. Thousands of random things came flying, wood, glass, even some baseballs from a local game at the park

Eventually, the twister had died down a bit and moved on, but the strong winds were still there. “Is it over?” asked the girl softly. You smiled, “It’s almost done, ok, just stay put, little duck.” You said. You looked at Dean, who was behind you. He looked over to the sky and saw that the clouds were slowly moving away. He got up first and climbed back up. Sam, Cas, and Jo came out of different buildings with people who were still scared to see if the storm had passed or moved away. “We’re good,” Dean said, looking down in the muddy ditch to see you still holding onto the girl. You got up and used your strength to lift the girl up to Dean as he put her back on top. He then took your hand in his rough ones and brought you back up. Both of you were all muddy and dirty, and so was the girl. You looked around the skies before facing Dean, who looked almost distraught. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “I know I’m a joke in this business. I should’ve listened to you guys.” You could only look at him before the girl tugged on Dean’s jacket. He looked down and saw her with a small pout. “Thank you for saving us.” She said softly in her small voice. But he knew now who he was doing this business for. Not for him, not for his dad. But for people like her, for her to be safe. He crouched down softly to her level and buttoned up her last button on her coat. “You’re welcome,” he smiled. 

“Charlotte!” A woman came running from the local shop. “Mommy!” she said, running immediately straight for them. “Oh, thank god you’re safe!” She said, hugging the girl tightly. “You’re not hurt, are you, baby?” The girl shook her head before looking back at you and Dean. “Thank you! Oh, thank you!” The mother said, smiling and crying all at once. “It was no problem, your daughter is very brave.” You smiled, trying to keep everything calm. When the mother and daughter left them alone, Dean placed a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. “You ok? Rough first day,” he softly joked to bring up the mood a bit. You, however, weren’t smiling. “Yeah…just glad everyone is ok,” you said. Dean brought his hand back to himself. 

The gang was together again. However, they began passing around food and water to the townfolk while an ambulance was checking up on all the townspeople to make sure they were ok. “You’re a good guy, Dean,” you said as you were eating your sandwich, still muddy and dirty. “Even for a guy who pastes his face on a shirt,” you said teasingly. Dean smirked as he finished his sandwich. “I guess if you want to, I’d want to keep you in the business, I mean, you're a hell of a gal. And if you managed to take my hands off the wheel, imagine you at your potential.” He said. You tilted your head so he could say what you thought he was saying. “I talked with the rest, they reviewed your resume, and if you want to, of course… stay with us? And if not I’ll send the best damn recommendation you’ve ever seen.” You laughed a bit. You looked forward to seeing the storm chaser you talked to before, the one who laughed at you handing people business cards to buy their property. Then, looking at Castiel and Jo handing people food and extra merch they had in their truck. “I feel like you guys are more fun than those guys,” you said, turning your head towards him. “Why not?” you said. Dean smiled, hoping to fix your rough first meeting. 

“Listen, I don’t do this much, but I’m sorry for the way I treated you before…Can we maybe? Have a fresh start?” he asked. You nodded and smiled. “Of course, but..leave the shirt out.” You said. Dean faked his offended look. “Why?” he asked. You looked away, embarrassed. “Oh my god…you have one already, don’t you?” he smirked. “Shut up,” you said awkwardly. “You are a fan! Hey, you may be my stalker?” he continued to tease while you kept turning your head away. “Shut up before I change my mind.” You said, pushing him playfully. Sam called you guys over to gather around the truck. As you walked,  Dean couldn’t stop looking at you. As you reached Sam, he announced, “There’s a small twister that looks small enough for us to get rid of. We won’t get much data, but it’s something. What do we think?” He asked. Dean looked immediately down at you. Your eyes had already met his as both of you smirked. “Let’s ride, baby.” 

There, your adventures started with Cyclone Ranch, with a wannabe Reed Timmer. But you couldn’t be happier in this moment, chasing storms with meteorologists’ biggest heartthrob.

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