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TITLE: N is for Normal
SUMMARY: It was strange, sometimes, the behavior of normal people. An alphabet project I presented to myself. I'm having trouble for some letters, but I'm now posting what I already got.
His mother had made a deal with a demon and then had died in a fire while stuck to the ceiling some ten years later. His little brother had been forced to drink in demon blood at just six months old. His father had become an obsessed monster hunter. And he had been charged with a fatherly-role at the tender age of four.
He got his muscles from digging up graves. Sammy learned Latin from exorcising demons.
At sixteen, his father let him drive all the way down to Mexico for some prime summoning ingredients from a shaman in the middle of the desert.
He was so proud when thirteen-year-old Sammy slew his first pagan god.
And now?
Now he had just survived 40 years of hell. His brother was a demon-blood addict. They had a fallen angel following them around, trying to help them stop the Apocalypse. The archangel Michael wanted to use his body, and Lucifer was just roaring to have a go on Sam.
And this nerdy little guy was having visions about them and writing it all down as friggin' fiction books.
"Charlie!"
Dean's thoughts were abruptly cut off, and he looked up quickly from the pavement to assess the situation. From his park bench, he could see not ten feet away, a boy. One of those boys. The ones with the too tight jeans, and the too tight black shirts, and the really weird haircuts, and the random piercings, and the smudged eyeliner on top of it all.
An Emo, his subconscious, which sounded awfully like Sam, supplied.
Anyways, the boy was stomping angrily away from what Dean assumed were his parents.
"Charlie, get back here! Right now!" At least, that had to be his mother.
"No! You have no idea, no idea what it's like to live in this world! My teachers hate me! My peers hate me! You hate me!"
"We don't-"
"You do! I don't want to live anymore!"
Dean frowned.
"Don't say that!" It was the father, now obviously outraged.
"What do I have to look forward to, huh? College? A decent job? It's horrible! It doesn't make sense!"
"Charlie!"
Dean's eye twitched.
*nothing against emos. Got a bestie who's into all that. I'm just shamelessly stereotyping.*