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The group was silent when they packed up early in the morning. Calm but nervous. They knew they might not come back. Homelander was more dangerous than ever, and there was no way to know what role Soldier Boy would play. He was a wild card, and Dean hated wild cards. He couldn’t be certain that the ‘Hero of Heroes’ wouldn’t side with his son. They would have to hope that the bullets worked on him too, or they would all die.
“Damn it.” Kevin glared at the paper target. His pattern was still more spread out than he’d like, the grouping wide. He was rusty, and he couldn’t afford to be rusty when they faced Homelander. “Problem?” Dean asked as he joined him. “I’m too rusty to get the pattern tight enough and we don’t have time for me to knock it off my shooting skills,” Kevin explained. “You haven’t fired a shot in years, kid. You’re hitting the target fine, stop thinking you’re not. The rest will come. A few bullets in Homie and he should slow down enough for Billy to get the kill shot. You’re pressuring yourself when you don’t have to,” Dean said, calmly. “I want to keep hunting. We survive this, I’m picking up where my parents left off,” Kevin stated. “You’ll always have a place with us.”
Kevin couldn't sleep. They were as ready as they could be. The bullets worked. On Kimiko. "Can't sleep either?" Annie joined him at the kitchen table. "I can't believe you hid this huge chunk of your life. From Vought." "We do what we do and we shut up about it. It's the hunters' way. After my parents left, I was adopted by two hunters. They raised me in the life, until I went to God U. I grew up with Sam and Dean, they're family. I'm going to keep hunting, if we survive this. I'm good at hunting, I get it." "MM did say you fit here." "Only place I ever fit, I think. I know what I'm doing on a hunt. It's the outside world that I have problems with. Dean has a saying: Demons I get. People are crazy."
MM has been observing everything, and one thing is clear: Kevin fits here. There's confidence, real confidence, in his words, how he moves. The brothers listen to him when he talks about Homelander. "Show me a vampire and I can tell you how it thinks, how it hunts. Everything else gives me trouble. Hunting I get and I'm damn good at it. I wouldn't be here otherwise. This is just another hunt," Kevin tells him, "I'm just trying to save the world." Dean walked in with Frenchie and calmly unveiled the Angel blade bullets. "They're ready for testing."
Castiel was aware of the situation turning in Homelander’s favor but didn’t say anything about it to Kevin, preferring to let him settle in with the brothers. The loss of his identity had shaken his confidence, and he needed to find his balance again. Castiel was patient, and gave him the chance to come to him. When Kevin asked if Angel blades could really be made into bullets, and if they would have any effect on Homelander, Cas brought him to Dean to explain his idea. A series of phone calls later and The Boys were safe in the bunker, hidden by magic, armed, and preparing for war.
I was talking to my mom about John Green today and I mentioned that “he’s still on tumblr” and she asked why that would be weird and I said that no one is on tumblr these days, “except him and I guess me”
So
I don’t know what all of you guys are doing here, because clearly this website is occupied only by me and John Green
just the two of us / we can make it if we try.
Prompt for a Deeplander fic. Set in S5. Deep is in a relationship with Homelander, but it’s physically abusive. Homie beats Deep, who stays because he remembers when the relationship was happy instead of broken. Kevin has everyone telling him to leave, but he stays. Then Homie goes too far, and Kevin doesn’t make it. Homelander is left with the memories, and the knowledge that he’s the reason Kevin died. I’m hoping that this finds someone who can do it justice, because I don’t think I can.
“Heard you’re feeling a little stuck.” Dean joined Kevin behind the bunker and handed him a beer. “More like stunted. I’m between a frat guy and a man. I’m lost,” Kevin admitted, taking a sip. “I get that. After beating Chuck, getting Cas back, it was like, okay, what’s next? We’re still figuring it out. Sam mentors young hunters, Cas gardens and tends his bees. I cook and keep everyone together. You just have to find your niche. Whatever Homelander said is crap. He never got to know you, he didn’t bother. You are way more than the fish guy, Kevin. I know you, and I know how strong you are. You have faced things that would have Soldier Boy curled up in a corner and won. Vought barely let you show what you can do. Screw ‘em all. You haven’t begun to show your strength.” “Thanks, Dean.” “Anytime.”
Life with the Winchesters was just like an old pair of jeans: comfortable. Dean was the same sarcastic mama bear, Sam the sweet, gentle nerd, Castiel still too easy to underestimate. But they’d grown into themselves, over the years. Kevin felt stuck between the goofy frat bro and the man he was supposed to be. Like being on The 7 had stunted him, while the world moved on. Hunting he mastered too young, like so many others. It was everything else that he had trouble with. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he admitted to Sam one night. “It’s okay, we’ll help you figure it out. You’re not alone in this, not anymore.” Kevin hugged his friend, knowing that he would never be alone again, not with the Winchesters.
“I need to come home.” “Then come home.” With one short conversation, Kevin was driving across the country to Kansas. He never expected to get back into hunting. But with The 7 dissolved he had no choice. Sam and Dean were the closest Kevin had to family. He saw Baby parked on the side of the road and stopped as well. The brothers welcomed him back with open arms. Kevin didn’t know why he ever expected different.
Homelander watched as Kevin was surrounded by friends, laughing over plates of food and half finished beer bottles. He was glowing, smiling at Dean Winchester as he told the group a story, growing increasingly animated as he went on. “Kevin has to be safe, and happy,” he told the Angel. “He is, safe and happy and healthy and loved,” Castiel confirmed. He ended the scene, turning to Homelander. “But if you continue on this path of war, you will find yourself in Hell. Abandon your search, raise your son, forgive your father his sins, and become a family.” Castiel vanished as Ben and Ryan joined him. John smiled and asked, “You guys want to catch a game?”
“Kevin was never mine. I can’t explain it, but he was never mine.” Homelander stared out the window of his penthouse, expression pensive. Ben joined him, but stayed silent. “Something told me to let him live. That he was not mine, I was just borrowing him for a while.” Somewhere in Kansas, Kevin climbed into the backseat of a 1967 Chevy Impala. The driver caught his eye in the rear view mirror, green eyes sparkling with warmth. “Welcome back, kid.” “Glad to be back, Dean. Missed you guys.” Baby roared off down the road, Zeppelin pouring from the speakers. Kevin grinned. He was home.
It's been a long time since Kevin attended Friday service. The Rabbi is kind enough to give him some time alone. Kevin prays like he was taught, but his prayers are frantic, rushed, anxious. He begs for forgiveness, for peace, for a new path forwards. Hours pass. Kevin steps outside, exhausted, emotionally, mentally. He sees Homelander and stops. Kevin doesn't run. He doesn't beg. He simply closes his eyes. Homelander hesitates, studies him. Something stops him, something tells him to spare this young man, who has always been so loyal, and now stands so calmly, awaiting his death. "Be free, Little Fish." John takes to the skies, but he still hears Kevin say thank you. John's going to miss him, but he knows now that Kevin was never his to keep.
Is it me or could The Deep be bisexual? I mean, the whole thing when he followed New Noir. He actually looked comfortable in his own skin for once. Maybe he is and it’s an open secret at Vought, but he isn’t out to the public? Maybe I watched too much “Will & Grace” or something, IDK. Let me know your thoughts and opinions!
Soldier Boy was heading to the meeting room when he saw The Deep embrace a stunningly beautiful woman, wearing black leather pants, matching corset, and high heeled boots. Long red hair fell to her waist and she looked at Deep like he was everything. Deep tossed her over his shoulder, drawing peals of laughter, and disappeared into the elevators. “So, Aria’s back. I’ll let Homelander know Deep is not attending. We won’t see them for at least a week, maybe two.” Ashley tapped away at her phone. “How…?” “No one knows. Aria just showed up and claimed him. Be prepared for seemingly broken elevators. You will walk in on them in random places. I think you’ll like her. Aria’s a Marine Staff Sergeant and she doesn’t take your son’s crap either. He’s actually scared of her. I love that. Shit we’re late, are you coming?!” Then Kevin announced they had eloped and Aria was staying for good. The frightened look on John's face made Ben smile. Yeah, he and Aria were going to get along just fine.
A few years have passed, and everything's changed. Kevin isn't The Deep anymore, and Homelander is dead. Because of the life you found you were carrying, you fled and went into hiding. Now, you're pregnant again, and living on a private island. Kevin is an amazing father, as you knew he would be. He had his doubts, but once your daughter was placed in his arms, you saw the doubts disappear. Your little girl is her daddy's twin, she has his gifts. After all the turmoil and fear, you are all safe, you are all alive, and you are home. At last.
You knew Kevin was getting sick, and now Homelander has the proof in his hands. Diagnosis: Pneumonia. Estimated time off: three weeks. Edgar has already approved the plan. Not that the doctor gave him a choice. Homelander is pissed, you can tell. He wants to get his way, but he’s got Ryan and he’s trying to be a good example. He grits his teeth and says he’ll figure it out. Later, Ryan sends a get well card, and some of his favorite movies (his dad’s mostly, but grandpa’s in there too. Baby steps). You set everything aside and curl up around your husband. Kevin’s asleep, and warmer than usual, but he is going to get better, and you will keep loving him, keep protecting him, even from himself. He’s the hero, and you are his guardian angel.
