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SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
A shrieking siren blared. A tornado siren, Parker recognized. Shit.
Dean dashed into the the room, clutching Momo (who was writhing and scratching) to his chest.
"Tornado!" He yelped, and the two dashed to the tornado cellar, leaping in and slamming the door shut.
"Why the fuck would we move to Kansas!?" Dean said in distress.
They clutched each-other, Momo between them, meowing loudly.
WOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHHH
A loud noise could be heard from the cellar, but it sounded far off as they hunkered down.
"We're gonna be okay." Parker murmured, partly to himself, partly to Dean, partly for the cat.