MESSY,, dean winchester

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NORMAL WAS A STRANGE AND UNFAMILIAR CONCEPT to Madeline Singer, one that even after a full year of living in such, made her feel no more than a fraud. She supposed it was down to the fact that she, no matter how hard she tried, would always view everyone else's normal forever strange. The idea of school dances and family thanksgivings a peculiar concept rather than an ordinary one.

Sometimes she'd feel disappointed that she'd never grow used to the feeling, but then she was reminded of what normal was to her and how normalcy was a subjective more than a definite. Besides, her normal was far more interesting anyway. Sure, she never experienced high school crushes or holiday card Christmas's but her normal was hers and maybe only hers, and a part of her was glad about that.

Glad that the pride she felt when killing her first demon was unique, that the childhood she spent with her Winchester boys was their very own individual. So glad, that no amount of jealousy she had for what most of the world called normal could take away from the happiness she felt when she looked back on her life.

All of this was probably why she was feeling like such an imposter, her inability to stop comparing her old life to her new one. It was why she forced herself to take part in all the cliches Stanford university had to offer and why she was stumbling back to hers and Sam's apartment after going out with some of the girls on her cheer team, unusually lack luster for the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

Sometimes she was jealous of how quickly Sam had fallen into the monotonous pattern of normal, but then again, he always wanted out of hunting, Maddie wasn't too sure what she wanted. In all honesty, the only reason she was here was to keep Sam company, but now she was finding that he didn't need her support as much anymore. That wasn't to say he didn't need her around, Maddie was his best friend, he'd always need her around, no matter the circumstances, but he didn't need her to look out for him anymore, he was finally able to do that himself now.

The brunette sighed, navigating herself through the corridor more drowsy than drunk.

The thought of running back to her father and hunting had crossed her mind more times than she'd like to admit, the comfort she knew she'd receive upon doing so more than enough to attract her towards the idea. However, she knew how disappointed her dad would be if she were to follow through with the impulsive thought. All Bobby Singer wanted for his daughter was a chance to live a normal supernatural free life. God, he was jumping for joy the day she told him she was leaving with Sam, the man ecstatic at her chance to escape their life.

So, afraid of upsetting anyone, she sat, perched on the grey blurry line of normalcy, far too scared of what she'd feel is she were to move.

Sighing slightly, she clumsily put her keys into the door of her apartment, unaware of what she was about to walk into.

It was nearly three in the morning by now, way past her favourite couples bedtime, which is why her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the lights being on.

"Guys?" She called out curiously, plopping her bag on the counter nearby before lazily kicking her shoes off. She assumed Sam and Jess had stayed up late for one of their monthly movie nights. She half expected to see them fast asleep with the movie still playing as she turned the corner.

What she didn't expect to see was Dean Winchester standing in her living room, a soft conflicted expression on his face as he soaked her all up.

If someone were to ask Maddie what she thought of Dean Winchester, she'd have a million pre planned replies on standby, all of which differentiating depending on the situation of which she was asked in. But if you were to what she truly thought, situation and details aside, she wouldn't know where to begin. What she thought and felt for Dean Winchester could not be pin pointed to one singular emotion or opinion because to her, he was a million things all at once.