I don't own supernatural, just love watching it.
This is my first fanfic, so I'm sorry in advance. Also. Sorry if I have punctuation or spelling mistakes.
- anyways, enjoy! -
Hunters are strange. I've never noticed it before, I guess that's strange too. They are like aliens to the normal, big green creatures with slime running down their backs and eyes black like pits of darkness, walking to school with their torn up clothes and purple bruises, trying desperately to fit in, to belong, where they know they never will.
it doesn't matter how much dean tries to deny is every time Sam asks ( I'm batman, Sammy boy, batman doesn't need to fit in, he's awesome ), they both know it's true.
Because aliens are not human, are not normal. And people fear the abnormal, always have and always will ( did you see what he was wearing Becky? He's so weird ) because they don't them, don't get why. And dean tries, he swears on the 50 bucks that he has to his name that he tries so hard to not care. To not see see how everyone is looking, stareing at him. He likes to think that as long as Sammy is happy, everything is alright. That as long as Sammy finds friends among the Normal, he doesn't mind being the alien. But that's a lie. Because dean wants to fit in, wants to have fun, for gods sake ( come on dad, it's just one night! I promise il be back before eleven. I-I know there's a hunt a town over, I always look after Sammy, you know that, but he's 12 years old he.. no i... Yes sir, sorry sir. Bye. ) but life brings you down, and it spins you around, and sometimes you don't know how to stop. but sometimes, in really rare moments, when you and Sammy have a day off, and you're siting outside, playing a game you don't remember the name of, and the sky is crystal blue and everything looks like a landscape that was taken out of a painting, and Sam is looking at you, and he's cracking up about a joke you don't remember telling. In those moments, being an alien doesn't seem so bad anymore.
Because aliens have it hard, and aliens have sadness inside of them that no one else can understand. But aliens a good. Aliens are brave. Aliens are not human, and aliens are not normal, but they are alive. They can feel their heart beating in their chest, and the wind racing past their face like it is hurrying to get to somewhere else,
and sometimes that's enough.