//Author's Note: Here's chapter 1! I really hope you guys like it. I've wanted t make something like this for a while now but never knew how to start it. It's my first SuperWhoLock fanfic, so feedback is important! Enjoy!!//

Earthquakes and tremors rocked the borders of every country. Freak lighting storms came out of the blue with no warning clouds or detectable signs. Yet two young men sat in a dingy old hotel room because they knew the reason behind it all.

Their names were Sam and Dean Winchester, and they were about to save the world.
...
Sam Winchester, the younger of the two, sat with his back hunched over his laptop, while his older brother Dean watched over his shoulder while snacking on some pie.
"So, lately there have been reports of freak lightning storms, earthquakes, crop failures, memory loss and mysterious lights in the sky. I'll give you three guesses as to who's to blame," Sam sighed.
Dean shook his head, "Crowley, Crowley, and Crowley. Those are my guesses."
"Bingo. I'd bet the house on that guess," Sam practically growled. The cause of all these troubles seemed to most certainly be Crowley, the new king of Hell.
"All signs point to one small area in London, which is weird, because typically Crowley works up the Americans with his crap," Sam pointed out, locating the map where the omens were occuring.
"People here are claiming to have, 'seen a bright white light, and suddenly cannot remember the past year of their life,'" Sam read.
"Sounds like our kind of deal," Dean rolled his eyes. "Man, I hate having to fly."
"No one said we have to take the case," Sam reminded his brother.
"Yeah, but if we don't, who will?"
"I don't know, maybe...other hunters?" Sam said, exasperated.
"And who knows Crowley more than we do? C'mon, Sammy, he might as well have written 'Come here Sam and Dean' on the side of a building."
Sam sighed. "Get the information first before we go charging off into another country."
Dean grabbed at his things and began to take them to their 1967 Impala.
"I'll call Bobby and see if he heard anything. Seems like London is waiting for some hunters."
"Dean, these articles claim that people are losing years from their lives. They can't remember a thing. Some cases have even been reported that they can't remember family members. I'm not sure what type of demon mojo Crowley's pulling, but it's big."
"Is there a pattern to it?" Dean stilled and set his gun on the table.
"It seems to be random, except violent surges of this energy in the lightning that tends to happen around dusk, according to some locals,"
Dean tapped on his chin in thought, then picked up the phone.

"Hey, Bobby. Got a question for you. How much do you know about... Baker Street in London?"