THEN
SHE KNEW it was coming. It was just a matter of when. People always left, and Dean wasn't any different.
"You had to know this wasn't permanent, Normie." He says gruffly, rubbing his head. "It was nice though."
"It doesn't mean it hurts any less, Dean!" She says harshly.
He shrugs. "It's the way it is. You're a nice girl. Find yourself a good guy." Dean stands and walks towards his father's Black Impala.
She stands and walks towards the shed where she knows Sam is hiding and she knows he doesn't want to leave. Norma opens the door.
"Sam?"
"Hi, Normie" he whispers. She slides down the walls of the shed until she's sitting next to him. His face is red, and his eyes irritated as if he'd just been crying. He has a book on his lap about vampires.
"What's up, Sammo?" She asks softly, her head leaning against the wall, eyes shut in exhaustion.
He's silent for a moment. "We're leaving tomorrow. I don't want to go," he says clutching the book. "I'm tired of moving. I'm tired of having no friends."
"Hey," Normie said.
Sam looked at her and she just raised an eyebrow. "I'm your friend. I care. You're a smart kid, and you're gonna go places and I think that anyone who tells you different is stupid. You're too good for this hunter life."
"You think so?"
"Of course I do!" she pinched his cheek and he grimaced. "I'm gonna miss you," she said, pulling the younger boy into a hug. Sam reluctantly put his arms around her lithe frame.
Sam released her and then got up, holding out a hand so he could pull her up.
"Thanks, Sam." She said taking the offered hand and pulling herself up.
"Welcome"
"I have something for you. I want you to have it. You'll need it more than I will." Normie said as they walked towards the house. "Wait here," she said as she ran through the living room, up the steps, and into her own bedroom. She grabbed a knife sitting next to her bedside, small but effective. It was pure silver, and it was perfect if Sam needed to conceal it when he went to school.
"Here," she said handing him the knife. "It was my first knife, but I'm sure you'll need it more than I do. It's pure silver and should be easy to hide if you need to take it to school with you."
Sam weighted the knife in his palm. "S'nice," he said. "Thank you"
She smiled in return.
"Your brother's gonna save the world someday," she said as he had his hands inside one of Bobby's Chevelle.
"Sammy?"
"Who did you think I was talking about?" Normie put her hands on her hips playfully.
Dean laughed, and then his face straightened a little. "I thought you were angry with me?"
Normie sighed. "No, I saw it coming, Dean." She sat on top of the hood of the Impala. "Our father's don't get along, and John moves a lot anyway. It's to be expected."
Dean began to wipe grease and dust off of his hands with an old rag, and he sat next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I'm still sorry," he said. She looked up at him.
"I accept your apology," she said.
She smirked up at him and asked, "So do ya wanna have one last fling? I mean I don't know when I'm getting laid after this." Dean laughed and slung his arm over her hip.
"Sure thing sweetheart," he said before he slammed his lips onto hers.
Her father was in the kitchen, making sandwiches when she entered.
"Hey, darling, do you want one? It's Ham and Cheese?"
"No thanks, Dad," she said pulling up a chair next to the table.
"You okay?" her dad asked putting his sandwich down on the table.
"Yeah," she said, head resting on her arms.
"Is this about Dean?"
Normie blushes. "Maybe"
"I told you that I'd kick his ass if he broke your heart"
Normie's eyes widen. "No, no, it was mutual." She rubs her arms. "John and the boys are leaving, it didn't make sense to continue"
Her dad looks at her in sympathy. "Well, I'm sorry for what it's worth. I know that John and I didn't really get along that well."
She smiles and puts her arms around her father. "That's okay. It's not your fault."
She grabs Sam's weapons bag from the hallway and walks outside to put it In the backseat of the Impala.
She passes the bag to Sam and lets him take it from her.
"Get good grades, try your best. You're gonna go far." She says a gives him one last hug.
"Thanks. It's been a good summer," he says while buckling his seatbelt.
She shuts the door to see Dean in front of her, face set in a sad smile.
"It's been a nice summer, Normie. I had fun." Dean rubs his hands together.
She grabs him in a hug, and Dean hugs her back tightly after a moment.
"Take good care of Sammy. He's a good kid." She whispers.
"Like you even needed to ask," he jokes. She presses a kiss on his jawline before unraveling herself from his grasp. He gets into the passenger seat, while John, comes outside with his supplies.
"Goodbye, John."
He only looked back at her once, before getting in and starting the vehicle, before slowly peeling off down the path.
She watches until the car fades out of view.
