Trying out a new story... I've really been into the idea of Mary not dying and Sam and Dean growing up normal (check out White picket Fence) but I wanted to write them a little older. So this is the pilot episode but normal... so I present to you Normalnatural

On with the show!


The landline in the master bedroom rang around 1:56 in the morning. A half-awake Mary answered.

"Hello?"

"Mom?" a voice whimpered.

Mary sat up in bed. "Sam? What's wrong?"

"There was an accident."

"What happened?" Mary asked, jumping into overprotective parent mode. "Are you hurt?"

At this point, John started to wake up on the other side of the bed. "Who is it?" he grumbled.

Mary turned the phone away from her face and gave a quick: "It's Sam."

John flipped his lamp on and moved next to his wife on the bed. "Is he alright?"

"Sammy, baby, who else is there with you? What's going on?"

There was a sob on the line before a muffled sound and a new voice came on the phone. "Hi, Mrs. Winchester."

"Brady," Mary said, recognizing the voice and sighing in relief. At least her son wasn't alone. "Are you boys okay?"

"There was a fire at the apartment," Brady explained calmly. "I hate to say it, but... Jess is dead."

Mary clutched her chest and gasped.

"What?" John asked. "What is it? Is it bad?"

"Brady, can you give the phone back to Sam?"

Another muffled sound was followed by another sob and sniffle on the phone. "Yeah?"

"Sammy, we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?"

Sam let out a shaky breath into the receiver. "Okay."

"Can you stay with Brady until we get there?"

"Mhmm."

Mary listened to her son cry on the phone for a minute. Her heart was breaking for him. John was already grabbing the suitcases down from the closet and setting them up on the bed for Mary to begin packing.

"We love you and we'll see you shortly, okay?" Mary asked.

Sam sniffled and drew in a quick breath. "Okay. I love you too."

He hung up the phone. Mary relayed the information quickly to John. "We need to get to the airport."

"I'll call Dean," John said.


At 3:03 AM, Dean pulled into the lane to drop off passengers. He parked the car and helped his dad unload the luggage.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Mary asked her oldest son. "I packed my valium."

Dean smiled sweetly at the offer. "No, you two should go. I'll just be in the way. Besides, someone's gotta look after the house, right?"

Mary hugged him goodbye. "I love you."

"Love you too," he said quietly in her ear. "Keep me posted."

"I don't know when we'll be back," John said. "If Will comes over for tools, just let him get what he needs. Don't bother Ms. Harrison across the street. Park in the garage, not the driveway."

"Dad, seriously, I got this!" Dean said, starting to get annoyed. Like he was a freaking teenager all over again. "Just take care of Sam."

"Don't drink all my beer."

"Dad."

"And no house parties or guests staying the night."

"John, would you stop!" Mary snapped. "We have to get to Sam."

John grabbed the luggage and started heading into the airport. Mary ran over to Dean for one last hug and kissed his cheek quickly before following John to the ticket line.

"Just had to go to school in California, didn't ya kid?" Dean muttered to himself as he closed the trunk and got back inside the car. He and Sam weren't so close after Sam moved away for college four years ago, but his big brother instincts were still on high alert. He honestly wasn't sure if Sam would have wanted him there.

Dean pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts. He pulled up Sam's and dialed the number.

Voicemail. "Hiya it's Sam- Jess stop! You're the one who told me to set it up! Leave a message. What do you mean I did it wrong? BEEP."

Dean felt uncomfortable hearing Jess laughing in the background of Sam's outgoing message. Like hearing a ghost.

"Hey, little brother. I just dropped Mom and Dad off at the airport for ya. Um... let me know if you need anything, okay? Just a phone call away."

Dean hung up as a car pulled up behind him and honked.

"Yeah, I'm going!" Dean yelled at the car. He pulled away from the spot and left the airport. "Asshole."


It was just after 11 when the taxi pulled up outside an apartment complex. John and Mary had landed a while ago and checked into their hotel. Now they were sitting outside of Brady's to see their son.

John knocked outside the apartment and Brady opened the door.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Winchester," Brady greeted.

"Hey Brady," John said, "How are ya?"

Brady shrugged. "Still in shock."

"Is Sam still here?" Mary asked, desperate to see him.

"Yeah he's in there," Brady said, pointing inside the apartment. He let them in and led them to a closed bedroom door. "I took the couch and had him crash in my bed," Brady explained. He opened the bedroom door and stuck his head in. "Sam? Rents are here."

There was a muffled response.

"I'm going out to give yall time. You know where I keep the extra key, right?"

Another muffled response. Brady turned back towards John and Mary. "He's all yours," he announced before grabbing his wallet and keys and leaving the apartment.

John opened the bedroom door the rest of the way. They found Sam sitting on the side of the bed, resting his head in his hands, anxiously bouncing his leg up and down.

Mary immediately ran over to the bed and sat next to him. "Oh Sammy," she whispered.

Sam turned and greeted her with a hug. He could feel the tears starting again and choked back on a sob.

"It's okay," Mary whispered in his ear. She cradled the back of his head and rubbed his back. "We're here. It's gonna be okay."

John awkwardly grabbed Brady's chair from his desk and drug it over next to the bed. "What happened, son?"

Sam sniffled and pushed himself off his mom. "Ummm," he said, trying to find his words and wiping his face on his shirt. "The guys and I went up to Tahoe to go camping. Just to get away for the weekend after midterms. And... when I came back, there were cops everywhere and I asked what happened and they said there was a crime scene at one of the apartments." Sam started choking up again. His breath became very shaky. "And that's when one of them told me!"

Mary started crying just listening to Sam tell the story. John found himself getting emotional as well but still had the best composure out of the three of them.

"What happened to her, Sam?" he asked gently. "What happened to Jess?"

Sam felt like throwing up. "Someone broke into the apartment and killed her. And then they tried to set it on fire to get rid of any evidence."

The room felt heavy. No one knew what to do.

"Mom, she was baking cookies!" Sam suddenly wailed. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on her chest as she wrapped her arms around him and began rocking him. "She didn't deserve to die!"

Mary started softly humming 'You Are My Sunshine' to soothe him, just like when he was a baby. John went out to the other room to get a glass of water. When he returned, he sat on the bed behind Sam.

"Here," he whispered, offering it to Sam. Sam shook his head. "Take it," John demanded. Sam held his shaky hand out and reached for the glass, taking a sip.

So, where do they go from now?


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