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This is a new story that I just started. Updates will come as requested. I will try to actually keep this story going unlike the last one.
Enjoy the prologue of 'Back to Normality.'
Prologue
Sam stood in the basement of the bunker, waiting for minutes that seemed like centuries for the King of Hell to arrive in front of him. His face was determined while the tears were being held at bay. It was easy to imagine his brother alive and well again, his arms crossed with a smile as he made some smart-ass remark.
His attention was brought back to reality when Crowley finally appeared. "What is it now, Moose?" He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"I think you already know the answer to that." Sam said, his voice dangerously low.
"Whatever do you mean?" Crowley looked at him as if he was an innocent puppy.
"You know damn well what I mean Crowley!" Sam yelled as a tear followed the already predetermined trail down his cheek.
Putting his hands up in surrender, Crowley looked back at Sam. "You mean your beloved brother, I know." He put his hands down and stuck them in his pockets. "The thing is, I don't see why you called me up here. He seems fine to me."
Sam stepped forward with malice in his eyes. "Whatever you're trying to pull, don't."
"I'm being serious. He seems fine and well up there." Crowley looked at him sincerely and Sam stopped, a confused looked flashing over his face. "I'm not saying anything, but you should go to him."
Sam gave Crowley on last look, one that showed his gratitude to the King of Hell (Try saying that to any sane person.) He ran upstairs, taking them three at a time, and through the bunker to the room where he had left Dean.
Sam stopped in the doorway, unsure of what he had been expecting. His brother to be magically better, standing and giving him a face for entering his room.
No.
Dean was still lying on the bed, but this time he had the First Blade in his hand lying on his stomach as if he was in fact dead. Sam went foward and took the First Blade from his hand and placed it on the dresser behind him.
His hand was warm, his chest was slowly rising and falling and his eyes were flicking back and forth underneath his closed lids. Sam breathed a sigh of relief and his stiff posture became more relaxed, as if a large weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"I should probably say," A familiar voice said from behind him, causing Sam to turn on his heel. "He wont be the same."
"What do you mean?" Sam's posture almost immediately went back to stiff as a board.
"Nothing big." Crowley stepped into the room and looked over at Dean. Although Sam knew that practically nothing was 'big' in Crowley's standards, he still hoped for the best.
"He'll still act like himself."
Okay.
"Though he may have a few changes."
He could live with that.
"And he's a demon."
Oh.
Okay guys, I'm back. This is a new story that'll follow the brother's and their attempts at going back to normal after season 9.
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