Dean pulls his coat closed as the wind tries to rip it away again. He heard the sirens start a few minutes ago and decided he should probably get home. Luckily he has a knack for reading storms, and while this one seems to be a doozy, it’s not heading his (or the family farm’s) way. As Dean goes to adjust his bandana to cover his nose (the last time he forgot, he hadn’t been able to smell anything but dirt for a week straight) he looks over at the massive tornado forming and forgets all about the bandana.
There is this giant shape forming within the cyclone. It’s tough to make out, but it almost looks like a giant set of dark wings. That not being weird enough in itself, Dean gets this feeling deep down, that this is huge, this is important. This is big, and terrifying, and the most beautiful thing Dean has ever witnessed.
Before he knows it the tornado winds itself out and the... whatever it was, dissipates with the wind. That feeling of hugeness morphs into