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[Image Description: Comic of a younger Stanley Pines from "Gravity Falls." Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]
A younger Stan squints at his blurry reflection in the mirror, leaning in really close to see himself clearly. He sighs and grabs a pair of Ford's glasses on the dresser. Putting them on, he stares at his reflection. "Welp," he says, "this is unsettling."
He turns away from the mirror to adjust his tie, saying, "But it can't be helped." His reflection is now a disheveled Ford, mirroring Stan.
Kevin Tran x Winchester sister!reader, Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: just a little series of snippets of your relationship with Kevin (and Sam and Dean…it was mostly supposed to be about Kevin, but those stupid brothers wormed their way into more scenes than I thought they would)
Meeting a prophet for the first time didn’t go exactly as you’d thought it would. First of all, he was your age. Second, he was a total nerd. And third…
He was kind of cute.
The two of you hit it off almost immediately. But of course he had a girlfriend, so you had to back off—but Kevin still made a great friend.
He was incredibly panicked to find out he was a prophet, and your idiot big brothers weren’t very good at calming or comforting, so you took over that role. Ever since then, Kevin and you became fast friends.
You were there for him when his life fell apart. He was there for you when you were scared for Sam—just out of hell and very traumatized. You comforted him when Crowley killed his girlfriend, and…
And you were both there for each other when Dean went to purgatory, and Sam was too traumatized to keep going.
Sam walked away from the leviathan fight with no will to fight…really, no will to live. But when Crowley took Kevin, you couldn’t just let him go.
You were the one who helped Kevin escape, and you were the one who was there with him on the run for a whole year…
…
“C’mon Kevin, let me in! That was the secret knock!”
“But you didn’t do the secret password!” Kevin’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. You groaned.
“Kevin, I did the password.”
“That was the old one.”
“You changed it again,” you groaned. “Kev, I can’t keep up with the password if you change it every week. Just let me in.”
“Fine,” Kevin grumbled, and you heard lock after lock begin to unlock. “But I’m spraying you with holy water the second the door comes open.”
“When have you ever not?” You teased him. True to his word, your face got blasted from Kevin’s water gun the minute the door creaked open. You wiped the water off your face good-naturedly and stepped inside with your groceries. You liked to tease Kevin about all of his safety precautions, but only because it was better than the alternative; if you couldn’t laugh about how scared the two of you were all the time, you’d just…well, you’d just be scared all the time.
The two of you had spent the past year on the run from Crowley and his black-eyes minions, and there was no such thing as too careful. You’d thought about calling Sam once or twice, just to check in, but you didn’t know how. He’d gotten rid of his usual numbers, and so had you; the two of you were completely cut off. That was by far the hardest part of being on the run. You hoped that Sam was happy—that he’d really gotten away from the life like he’d planned—he deserved it, he really did.
You couldn’t blame him for checking out after Dean…after he died. You couldn’t; because you knew exactly how it felt. After Sam had gone to hell, you hadn’t wanted to hunt either. You’d thrown away all your old phones, and you’d gone to Lisa’s with Dean, and you had just checked out. You knew what Dean was doing late at night with those books and with the computer—he was trying to find a way to save Sam. Once or twice you had even found it in you to join him in his research—but the dead ends just hurt too much, and you couldn’t do it anymore.
So you couldn’t blame Sam for checking out the same way. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt, especially since you hadn’t seen him in almost a year.
You forced yourself to shake off your melancholy as you focused on Kevin.
“How’s Patricia?” You asked. “She do anything crazy while I was gone?”
“Just shook the fridge a couple of times.” Kevin shrugged. “She seems to be in a good mood today.”
“Patricia” was an inside joke between you and Kevin. Ever since you’d found this safehouse, the weirdest things seemed to happen inside—the fridge shook in the middle of the night, food went missing, and even good things like the holy water guns being refilled without either of you touching them. You couldn’t remember who had named Patricia, but it didn’t matter; she was here to stay, and you’d done every test for a ghost or a poltergeist with nothing to show for it.
A harsh knock at the now-locked door behind you broke the lightheartedness in the air. You whipped around, and Kevin instinctually raised the holy water gun.
“Y/N?” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the sound of your big brother’s voice.
“Sam?” You reached for the handle, but Kevin grabbed your arm.
“It might not be him,” he argued. “Or he could be possessed.”
“Y/N it’s me!” Sam’s voice came again. “I know you’re here, and I know Kevin’s there too. We tracked you down, we need to talk to you.”
Neither you nor Kevin moved, but your mind was now going a mile a minute. Why would Sam track you down after so long? What did he need? And why did he keep saying “we”? The last question seemed the easiest to ask.
“Who’s we?” You demanded. There was a long silence on the other side of the door.
“Honey, please just let me in. I promise I can explain everything, but—“
“How do I know you’re you?” You challenged. Again, you were met with a king silence.
“Sweetheart—“ your heart stopped at the voice of your oldest brother. “Let us in. It…it’s us.”
You threw Kevin’s hand off your arm even as he argued with you—
“Y/N, no, it’s not them, you don’t know that—“
You completely ignored him, pushing him out of your way and clicking lock after lock until finally, you flung the door open to see the two people you missed most in the world.
The three of you stood there in silence, sizing each other up—Sam and Dean seeing how much you’d changed, and you gaping up at your brothers in disbelief. The silence was broken when Kevin took a half step forward and sprayed both of your brothers with his holy water gun.
“Seriously?” Sam grumbled, but Dean didn’t complain. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off you, and you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from him, either.
“Dean?” You whispered, the sound of his name shattering the silence.
“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
You couldn’t hug him fast enough.
…
“So…” Dean glanced between you and Kevin, his features twitching into a suspicious glare. “What have you two been up to?”
You’d gotten the year recap from Sam and Dean, so now it was your turn to give your account.
“Oh, you know, running from Crowley,” you scoffed. You knew that wasn’t all that Dean meant—he was eyeing Kevin strangely, and you knew why.
“And you two are…” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes as Dean searched for a word. “What, just besties now?”
“Actually…” Kevin glanced to you for permission, and you nodded subtly. “We’re kinda going out.”
“Well—“ you shot Kevin a wry smile. “Not out. But we’re dating.”
Kevin responded to your smile with one of his own. It wasn’t really possible to leave your safe haven for non-emergencies, but the two of you spent so much time together that dates weren’t all that necessary. You weren’t sure when exactly your relationship with Kevin moved on from “just friends”, but it probably had something to do with the first time you kissed him…
It was at the first safehouse you’d bunkered down in after escaping from the demons. You were both soaked to the skin—you’d gone on a supply run, and it had started raining; you’d had to stuff the groceries under your jackets to keep them dry. The two of you hadn’t been in the safehouse ten minutes before a hoard of demons made their presence known by kicking down the door.
“Kevin!” You yelled a warning to the prophet just as a demon made to grab him—Kevin twisted away just in time, reaching for the holy water gun. He struggled to get a grip on it, his hands still soaked. Before he could, a second demon grabbed onto Kevin’s arm while the third and final demon knocked you back, keeping you away from Kevin.
Your back smashed against the kitchen counter, and you found yourself grasping for anything in reach to use as a weapon. Your hand closed around something cool—glass, maybe. Without even giving it a glance, you threw it at the demon keeping you from defending Kevin.
You got lucky—the glass container shattered against the demon’s face, and he began to scream as the cuts sizzled and burned; it was a salt shaker.
The second and first demon—both of whom now had a hold on Kevin—were momentarily distracted; it was all the prophet needed to twist away long enough to latch his fingers onto the water gun, and he brought it around and sprayed both demons in the face.
“Kevin, let’s go!” You’d gotten around the demons while they howled in pain, and now you hesitated in the doorway, waiting for Kevin to escape with you.
“No!” The demon howled. You saw the knife too late to stop it. “If we can’t have him, no one can!”
The demon buried the knife into Kevin’s stomach.
“No!” You screamed. Kevin gasped in pain—or shock—his mouth hanging open and his eyes darting down to the knife. The first demon glared at you, while the other two shared twin grins; then all three vanished.
“Kevin…” you whimpered as you took hesitant steps forward. Your hands were shaking as you reached for your friend—you knew enough to know not to take the knife out—and you grabbed hold of his jacket and eased it to the side to get a better look at…
The knife, stuck in a pound of ground beef from the market that Kevin had forgotten to take out of his jacket.
Kevin’s face brightened, his features lightening in relief. You just stared for a long minute, unable to still your runaway heart.
“Y/N?” Kevin breathed. “It’s…it’s ok. I’m—“
He never got to finish his sentence. You yanked the stabbed beef out of his inner pocket, throwing it across the room before snatching hold of his collar and yanking him towards you.
Kevin was stiff from shock for the first few seconds of the kiss, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he relaxed.
“Never scare me like that again,” you breathed when you finally pulled away.
Kevin’s grin was a mile wide.
“Yes ma’am.”
You snapped out of your memory when you heard your brothers start to speak.
“Congrats, guys,” Sam muttered awkwardly, while at the same time Dean grumbled—“oh boy.”
You couldn’t resist the eye roll this time—you should’ve known your brothers would make this weird.
“So—“ you broke the awkward silence. “I assume you came here for a reason. What’s going on?”
…
“Hey Kevin, let’s talk.”
Things had been calm for less than five before Dean brought up what you knew was coming.
“Uhh…” Kevin’s panicked eyes met yours. “Yeah, just, uh…just give me a second.” Kevin pulled you out of earshot of Dean.
“What?” You hissed. “You knew this was coming.”
“Yeah but you said you’d be there!” Kevin argued.
“No I didn’t,” you countered. “I said I’d step in if Dean went too far, I never said I’d babysit you any time Dean was around. This conversation is inevitable Kevin, I can’t stop Dean.”
“Fine.” Kevin huffed. “Can we at least have a code word.”
“For what?” You bit back a laugh.
“For if things get crazy!” Kevin struggled to keep his voice at a whisper.
“This isn’t a secret mission, Kevin.” You couldn’t hold back a little snicker at this. “If you need me, just say my name. It doesn’t have to be in code.”
“Your name.” Kevin took a deep breath. “Your name. Ok, I can do that.”
“Good.” You grinned, and you hoped it didn’t look too mocking. “Now go get him.”
…
“See?” You greeted Kevin as he returned from his talk with Dean—Dean looked much more happy than Kevin. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Uh…uh huh,” Kevin muttered. You cringed.
“He was a jerk, wasn’t he?” You asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Oh boy. C’mon, let’s go get some ice cream.”
…
“Hey Sam,” you greeted as you and Kevin watched Sam stride purposefully into the war room of the bunker. Sam however, didn’t say a word.
In three long strides, he reached Kevin. You watched in bewilderment as Sam stretched out his hand, realizing too late the truth—it wasn’t Sam.
His eyes flashed blue just as Dean burst into the room behind him.
“No!” Dean cried, and you turned just in time to see Sam—Gadreel—press his open palm against Kevin’s forehead. Kevin’s eyes flashed bright white.
You were screaming, you knew you were screaming. You could hear the inhuman screech piercing the air, but somehow it didn’t feel like you—you felt absent from your body, you felt like a floating, frozen nothing, forced to watch as your boyfriend slumped to the floor, his eyes just charred remains, as someone who was supposed to be your big brother turned his back and walked away.
“Kevin?” Dean choked. The air was a vacuum of nothing—no one moved, no one breathed, as you and Dean waited for a response that you both knew wasn’t coming.
You were reaching for him now, desperate to help him, to bring him back…but Dean pulled you away, turning you until your face pressed into his shoulder so you couldn’t get a closer look at your boyfriend.
As if he could make you unsee what had already scarred itself into your mind.
…
“Kevin?”
You held your breath as the apparition in front of you blinked out, then stabilized. It was him—after all this time, it was him.
“Yes!” Kevin breathed—could ghosts breathe?—a sigh of relief when he realized you all could see him. “I’ve been haunting this place for weeks and all you guys do is mope. It’s about time.”
“Kevin?” You said again, like you still didn’t believe it.
Kevin let his eyes wander for a long moment towards you, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.
“I don’t know how long I have,” he said, reluctantly turning his gaze back to your brothers. “So listen up.”
…
“My mom’s going to take me home until you guys can get the veil closed.” Kevin avoided looking at you as he spoke.
“Ok,” Dean said, and Sam nodded.
You huffed, uncomfortable with the silence.
“Can I have a minute?” You asked your brothers. They shuffled away without a word.
“It’s what I want,” Kevin said before you could speak. “I don’t want to just…being here as a ghost, it’s too much. It’s not what I want.”
“You don’t have to convince me,” you said quickly. “I…I wish you could stay here, but I understand your choice. I know it’s not the same as really being here.”
Silence reigned for several seconds.
“This sucks,” Kevin huffed finally. You couldn’t help but crack a sardonic smile.
“Yeah, it really sucks.”
“I wish we could’ve had more time.”
“Yeah.” You smirked. “We were quite the power couple.”
“Well now you’re just being cheesy,” Kevin chuckled, and you grinned.
“Hey, we got to at least try out that relationship thing—I guess that’s gonna have to be good enough.” You sighed. “Try not to drive your mom too crazy, ok?”
“Ok,” Kevin scoffed. “But only if you promise to fix your stupid brothers’ argument.”
“I’ll do my best,” you promised. Kevin turned to go. “Hey Kev?”
