NORMAL FOR THE WINCHESTERS
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
This is a one-shot young/teen Winchester fic that takes place in my Trackers Universe. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. I only own the plot.
Twelve-year old Sam Winchester moaned as the alarm went off. Then, he got out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs where his family, John, Mary, and his brother, sixteen-year old Dean were already at the table.
"'Bout time you got up, Princess," Dean teased.
"Dean, leave him alone. You know he hasn't been feeling well," John scolded lightly.
"Good morning, Sweetie. Are you feeling better?" Mary greeted.
"Yeah. I'm hungry," Sam answered. Mary chuckled.
"You got your appetite back. That's good," she approved. As she started serving up the breakfast, Sam came to stand by John and stared at the article that he had circled.
"Family slaughtered, no sign of forced entry, traces of blood and black soot," the boy read. "Demon?" he asked.
"We're not sure," John answered.
"Breakfast is up," Mary announced. "Sit down, Sammy," she continued. Instantly, Sam did as he was told. Dean settled in his chair and started to make himself comfortable. "Dean Andrew Winchester, don't you dare put your feet up on the table."
"Yes, Ma'am. Sorry." Sam chuckled and took the plate offered to him.
"So Sammy, you ready for that history test?" John questioned.
"Yes, Sir," Sam answered. Then, "I still don't see why I have to go school. It's not going to teach me anything I need."
"Sam, don't start this again," Mary warned. Sam frowned, but remained silent. After they had finished their breakfast, Sam and Dean grabbed their backpacks and headed for the door to wait for the bus.
"Dean, remember to look out for your brother," John said.
"Aw, but Dad, I was gonna stick him in my locker," Dean mock-whined.
"Get," Mary insisted.
"Hey, Dad, I just had a thought. Why not ask Grandma and Grandpa if they know what this thing is?" Sam suggested.
"Not a bad idea, Kiddo," John agreed. "Now do as your mother says." The two boys left the house they were currently staying in and Mary went to the phone and dialed a number. John perused their journals, checking them against the newspaper article and grinned. Yeah, their lives may have been a little bit weirder than everybody else's, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
THE END