Supernatural Short Stories

When Normal's Not Enough

You should have been happy. Sitting there, on your porch, a glass of freshly brewed iced tea in your hands, everything should have been perfect. However, you found yourself remembering that fateful night that had changed everything, your heart aching as if it had happened yesterday.

A hunt had taken a turn for the worst. Your best friend, Amanda, had been overtaken by the pack of hungry werewolves, torn to shreds in front of your eyes. And that's when you knew, your hunting days were over.

Dean had taken your news the hardest, just as you had expected he would. Not only had you left hunting, but you were leaving behind everything that went with it, including the man you loved.

"Please Dean, don't follow me," you had pleaded. "Let me go. Fadeaway into the normal. Away from this...pain."

"Away from me?" He had asked, his mossy green eyes were full of pain.

"I'm sorry," was the last thing you had said to him before fleeing. Away from hunting and the bunker. Away from the best people you had ever known. To this life. A very normal life.

That had been three years ago. Three long years. You had found the most normal town you could think of. Got a job as a waitress. Found a small little bungalow that was all yours. Everything you would have normally done before hunting had gotten in the way.

But hunting had seemed to follow you, as much as you would let it. Your front door mat had a devil's trap painted below. Containers of salt were carefully placed in every room, along with iron. Along with a couple of guns carefully hidden, that's as far as you let hunting follow you.

"Morning Y/N!" Your neighbor Suzie called out. She was pushing a smart-looking pink stroller down the sidewalk. "What a beautiful day for a walk. Want to join me and this little cutie?"

"No, that's all right," you answered back and she kept on moving.

Sighing, you sat down your glass of tea, just as your phone rang. "Hey Stevie," you answered, your coworker on the other end.

"Listen, I know you're off today, and I was wondering," She started. "This morning sickness is kicking my butt. Do you think you could take my shift tonight?"

You had really been looking forward to having the night off. Especially after working every day for the past 6 days. But you couldn't say no to Stevie. "Sure," you answered.

"Thanks, Y/N! I owe you!" She exclaimed before hanging up.

Dropping the phone on the cushion beside you, you stared out at the tranquil street. Your neighbor across was out watering her prize-winning roses. Across from her was an older couple sitting on their porch. He was reading the newspaper while she sipped on her tea.

People walked up and down the pristine sidewalk, many pushing baby strollers. Everyone was smiling. And it was starting to drive you crazy.

It shouldn't have been. It's what you had so desperately wanted, no needed after that dreadful hunt. You had wanted everything normalcy could bring you. But it didn't feel right. Sure, the people were nice, but you still felt like an outsider. Living a fake life, watching as their lives blossomed. They fell in love, started families. And you? You hadn't been able to force yourself to move on yet. Not after everything.

Being here, forcing yourself to smile while everyone had no idea what you had been through. It was harder than you expected, and sometimes you picked up your phone, staring at his name. Wishing you were brave enough to press the green button. But you had burned that bridge, and he would probably never want to hear from you again.

A couple of hours later you were tying your apron on, getting ready for another day at work. The place was packed, as usual after the college's baseball game. The owner, Karen was barking orders while the cook Steve tried to keep up. Pasting a fake smile on your face, you pushed past the swinging doors, stopping immediately.