Normalcy

A/N: Once this fic is completed, I will go back and re-write this chapter and many chapters so that it captures the reader more. I promise, once you get past these next three chapters, it's starts to pick up. Thank you for giving this fic a chance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Supernatural characters/settings/plots. What I do own is my OFC, Julie, and her story.

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"Some say,

Don't burn your bridges.

I say, if necessary,

Let the kerosene

Kiss it on the lips,

And watch it turn to ash.

There's always

More than one way

To cross the water"

Rudy Francisco

The day began exactly as it did yesterday: normal, with the smell of bacon in the morning air. There was nothing special about the yellow-sided home of the Winchesters, okay—maybe the little garden gnome was cracked and broken to shit, because the oldest son didn't watch where he stepped, but that's what made this place home. No matter how many times Mary Winchester glued it back together, young Dean always found a way to destroy it.

For Mary, owing a home and worrying about...other hobbies seemed like a luxury she just couldn't afford. Then, with John in her life, she was given her first son, Dean. The life she used to life faded from her mind, yet never fully went away. There were some methods of protection and skill that a hunter will never forget.

Marry hoped that this new life would bring more to her family. The Winchester children were destined for more than a life of hunting—she would see to it that they never saw the creatures of the night.

Four years later, Sam was added to the family, a young boy who would rather keep his nose in a book than attend a football game, like Dean. Three years after that, the two brothers were elated to be given a sister, to which Mary let them name: Julianna Beth Winchester, or just 'Julie' for short.

Julie is a bright, spirited girl who took an infatuation to birds and art. She's a spitting image of her mother: long blonde tresses, blue eyes, and shared freckles like her brother, Dean. Mary's third pregnancy came as a surprise to the family, but they welcomed the child with the warmest of hearts nonetheless. To Julie, she couldn't ask for better brothers than the ones she had, they were her world and the feelings were mutual.

Mary sat Julie in the high chair," morning love, how does waffles sound?"

The little girl giggled and requested," with peaches!" She was three and the term 'peach' might as well have been her first word. It was her favorite food, John and Mary tried to regulate her consumption of the fruit. Mary chuckled and nodded, Julie could have her peaches today.

Dean came bounding into the kitchen, saying good morning to his mother and kissing his sister on the head. The young boy still wore his plaid pajamas that he had slept in.

John came next into the kitchen, behind Sam. There was a look in his eye that he tried his best to hide. He would say nothing to Mary, because it was probably nothing anyway: Sam's room smelled faintly of sulfur. He would have to check the ducts later.

Mary looked over her kids who sat at the table, john joined her in the kitchen to help cook. Sam caught her eye," you look tired Sammy, I know I tucked you in at eight." She looked at him with an accusing eye.

"Dean was playing his music and he wouldn't turn it down!" Sam crossed his arms and glared at his brother.

Dean's face scrunched," I was not playing music."

"Dean, we don't lie in this house," John warned from where he flipped some eggs.

Little Dean's eyes widened," I...uh..." his eyes looked towards the ceiling, he exhaled," okay, fine, but can you at least get your facts straight? Led Zeppelin isn't music...it's art." John and Marry snickered to each other near the stove at that.

John picked Sam and Dean up from school. Dean was nine, and Sammy was five, just starting kindergarten. Dinner was made and everyone sat around to converse about their day.

Marry noticed Dean picking at his food. Her hair was pinned up in a sloppy bun as she forked broccoli in her mouth," how was school today?"

He looked up seeing it was him, she was talking to. He shrugged," I hate school I—" he was cut off by Sammy.

"Hate's a bad word!" He exclaimed.

The blonde woman looked to her brunet son," it is a bad word baby, but-" she looked back at Dean"- continue: I thought you loved school."

Dean set his fork down," I did, but the teacher said I couldn't eat in class and I had to wait to eat with everyone else." He crossed his arms angrily.

Sam rolled his eyes," its school, Dean, its suppose to work like that," he stared at Dean flatly.

Julie was perched on John's lap," I wanna go!" She squealed. The idea of school sounded so amazing to her young mind.

Mary chuckled," you can't start school until your five, sweetie," she held up two fingers," two more years." But two more years seemed like a lifetime away!

Marry looked back to Dean who huffed unhappily in his chair," Sam's right though baby, it's school. You'll just have to get used to it." She rested a hand on her sounds shoulder, the side of his mouth quirked.

"You also need to eat your broccoli," she pointed out. The oldest son was hoping she wouldn't notice. The boy chanced a glance at his brother's plate, but what was he expecting? His brother plate had been mostly veggies to begin with and as always, it was clean. He'd have to suffer through it, to which he did eat his broccoli.

When asked about Sam's day, Marry and John were hurt to hear that he hadn't made any friends. The school year was almost up an no one wanted to hang around the brunet boy. Sam would rather read a book than play with the other kids. As long as he was learning and loving it, could they really complain?

"I've very proud of you both," John looked between his sons and bounced Julie on his knee," I just ask one thing."

"Anything, dad," Dean gently spoke.

John looked to the little girl in his arms who had cheese around her mouth from the macaroni," please look after your sister, I have a feeling she won't have a been one in her body."

"Yes sir," Dean quickly said.

Sam nodded," always. No matter what."