Normal. What does that even mean anymore! I mean normal to people is having an apple pie life, going to school. Getting a job and having a family. Normal to me is living in a motel, and hunting whatever supernatural monster that's after me. Oh, should of mention I'm a hunter. But that's normal to me or has been for the past year or so. But my life is changing again, and I don't know if it's for the better or worse. Let's just see what kills me first, the supernatural or myself. (Supernatural fanfic, I do not own the rights of any of the characters apart from the ones I create, also warning this contains strong language, strong violence and sexual references) (P.S I'm also still editing this while it goes up)