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spn_springflingTitle: The hunt is a lie
Pairing: Gen (mention of unrequited Sam/Kevin)
Rating: PG
Their tent is haunted. Kevin is certain of it. He's going to tell Sam as soon as the elven maidens in the tent next door finish braiding flowers into his hair.
He's not sure why Sam needs flowers in his hair, but he's also not sure why Dean happens to have chainmail just lying around, and if Kevin's learned anything, it's that sometimes, with the Winchesters, it's just better not to question it.
There's another rustle in the corner behind him, followed by a squeak that's half demonic pterodactyl, half adorable woodland creature. Kevin jumps, turning around, but he doesn't see anything. This is mostly because the flower crown he's wearing has once more slipped down his forehead. Kevin shoves it away from his eyes, but by then the tent is once more silent.
Eerily silent, even.
Kevin decides, maybe he'll just wait for Sam in the other tent.
***
Kevin did not sign up for this. He didn’t sign up for anything that has happened in the last few years of his life really, but he especially did not sign up for this.
Next to him, Dean looks gleeful to the point of creepiness.
“He’s really into this LARPing thing, isn’t he?” Kevin whispers to Sam as they continue trudging through the woods. Sam’s only wearing a leather tunic, and not the full set of chainmail Dean’s sporting, but he looks just as happy to be here as Kevin is.
Up ahead a trumpet blares, cutting off whatever Sam might have said. The pace of their slow procession picks up, moving from a slow meander to a brisk walk. Dean’s grin gets impossibly wider.
If they weren’t currently hiking through a forest, possibly on the trail of ghosts or demons or whatever new supernatural creature left for Kevin to discover this week, Kevin might have thought this was actually kinda cool. They are at least a hundred other people hiking alongside them, some dressed as fairies or elves, some painted gleaming silver like ghostly knights out of myths. Sometimes, even, when Kevin glances away from the path, there are people lingering in the trees, silent and watching, in a way that’s both creepy and cool. It reminds him of that one bit in the Lord of the Rings, honestly. So yeah, if they weren’t on a job, Kevin might actually be enjoying this.
He trips on a root and only manages to avoid falling on his face because Sam catches him. The flowers braided into his hair match the ones in Kevin’s flower crown. Kevin’s been valiantly trying not to have thoughts about that all morning.
“You alright?” Sam says and Kevin tries really hard not to cry.
“I don’t see why I had to wear a dress,” he says, untangling his skirts from his legs.
Dean snickers, because Dean is a jerk. “Not our fault you suck at rock paper scissors.”
“You’re one to talk, Dean,” Sam says. Kevin tunes out the resulting bout of bickering.
Kevin despairs of his life.
He needs to get himself a girlfriend, is what he needs to do. Or even a boyfriend. Just. Anyone who isn’t Sam. Charlie managed to get herself a girlfriend while hanging out with the Winchesters. It could happen.
“Did you know our tent is haunted?” he says to no one in particular and keeps on walking.
***
Kevin collapses, face first into his bed. He groans with feeling, mostly because their beds are really freaking uncomfortable.
“My feet hurt,” Dean says, from somewhere to his left.
“This was your idea,” Sam says from his right.
“Hey, we might have a legitimate case here. There’s been numerous reports over the years of things happening during the Hunt- strange noises in the camp, weird lights, unexplained rustling, things being destroyed or going missing.”
“It’s a LARP. Maybe they were just, you know, exaggerating?”
From beneath his bed, Kevin hears an almost familiar rustle.
“I really think our tent is haunted,” he tells his pillow. He falls asleep to Sam and Dean still arguing.
***
In the morning, the tent is a mess. Half the blankets have been shredded, alongside one of Dean’s pillows, and Sam’s new cloak. Even the flower crown has been torn up. Kevin’s actually a little sad about it.
There’s a sinister sort of rustle from the corner again.
“I told you it was haunted,” Kevin and Dean say at the same time. Sam looks very sleepy, and distinctively unimpressed.
The corner squawks, and then a furry little translucent head pops out. Sam looks a lot less sleepy and a lot more unimpressed.
The kitten makes another noise, and then wiggles its way over Dean’s legs to stop at Kevin’s feet. It’s a small mass of pale orange, entirely too adorable fluff.
“A cat. A ghost cat,” Dean says. “Are you serious?”
Kevin grabs a leftover chicken leg from last night’s dinner and offers it to the kitten. It wastes no time in devouring it, before leaping up into Kevin’s lap.
“What do you think about Hobbes?” he asks.
Sam and Dean look at him.
“For his name?”
Dean frowns aggressively. “Oh no. We are not keeping the damn thing.”
“Dean,” Sam says slowly, and does something complicated and unsubtle with his eyebrows, glancing at Kevin and the kitten before looking meaningfully back at Dean.
“Hobbes, it is.” Kevin pats the kitten on the head. It’s not quite a girlfriend, or a boyfriend or Sam, but it’ll do. There’s always online dating, after all.
Hobbes rumbles happily under his hand.
Pairing: Gen (mention of unrequited Sam/Kevin)
Rating: PG
Their tent is haunted. Kevin is certain of it. He's going to tell Sam as soon as the elven maidens in the tent next door finish braiding flowers into his hair.
He's not sure why Sam needs flowers in his hair, but he's also not sure why Dean happens to have chainmail just lying around, and if Kevin's learned anything, it's that sometimes, with the Winchesters, it's just better not to question it.
There's another rustle in the corner behind him, followed by a squeak that's half demonic pterodactyl, half adorable woodland creature. Kevin jumps, turning around, but he doesn't see anything. This is mostly because the flower crown he's wearing has once more slipped down his forehead. Kevin shoves it away from his eyes, but by then the tent is once more silent.
Eerily silent, even.
Kevin decides, maybe he'll just wait for Sam in the other tent.
***
Kevin did not sign up for this. He didn’t sign up for anything that has happened in the last few years of his life really, but he especially did not sign up for this.
Next to him, Dean looks gleeful to the point of creepiness.
“He’s really into this LARPing thing, isn’t he?” Kevin whispers to Sam as they continue trudging through the woods. Sam’s only wearing a leather tunic, and not the full set of chainmail Dean’s sporting, but he looks just as happy to be here as Kevin is.
Up ahead a trumpet blares, cutting off whatever Sam might have said. The pace of their slow procession picks up, moving from a slow meander to a brisk walk. Dean’s grin gets impossibly wider.
If they weren’t currently hiking through a forest, possibly on the trail of ghosts or demons or whatever new supernatural creature left for Kevin to discover this week, Kevin might have thought this was actually kinda cool. They are at least a hundred other people hiking alongside them, some dressed as fairies or elves, some painted gleaming silver like ghostly knights out of myths. Sometimes, even, when Kevin glances away from the path, there are people lingering in the trees, silent and watching, in a way that’s both creepy and cool. It reminds him of that one bit in the Lord of the Rings, honestly. So yeah, if they weren’t on a job, Kevin might actually be enjoying this.
He trips on a root and only manages to avoid falling on his face because Sam catches him. The flowers braided into his hair match the ones in Kevin’s flower crown. Kevin’s been valiantly trying not to have thoughts about that all morning.
“You alright?” Sam says and Kevin tries really hard not to cry.
“I don’t see why I had to wear a dress,” he says, untangling his skirts from his legs.
Dean snickers, because Dean is a jerk. “Not our fault you suck at rock paper scissors.”
“You’re one to talk, Dean,” Sam says. Kevin tunes out the resulting bout of bickering.
Kevin despairs of his life.
He needs to get himself a girlfriend, is what he needs to do. Or even a boyfriend. Just. Anyone who isn’t Sam. Charlie managed to get herself a girlfriend while hanging out with the Winchesters. It could happen.
“Did you know our tent is haunted?” he says to no one in particular and keeps on walking.
***
Kevin collapses, face first into his bed. He groans with feeling, mostly because their beds are really freaking uncomfortable.
“My feet hurt,” Dean says, from somewhere to his left.
“This was your idea,” Sam says from his right.
“Hey, we might have a legitimate case here. There’s been numerous reports over the years of things happening during the Hunt- strange noises in the camp, weird lights, unexplained rustling, things being destroyed or going missing.”
“It’s a LARP. Maybe they were just, you know, exaggerating?”
From beneath his bed, Kevin hears an almost familiar rustle.
“I really think our tent is haunted,” he tells his pillow. He falls asleep to Sam and Dean still arguing.
***
In the morning, the tent is a mess. Half the blankets have been shredded, alongside one of Dean’s pillows, and Sam’s new cloak. Even the flower crown has been torn up. Kevin’s actually a little sad about it.
There’s a sinister sort of rustle from the corner again.
“I told you it was haunted,” Kevin and Dean say at the same time. Sam looks very sleepy, and distinctively unimpressed.
The corner squawks, and then a furry little translucent head pops out. Sam looks a lot less sleepy and a lot more unimpressed.
The kitten makes another noise, and then wiggles its way over Dean’s legs to stop at Kevin’s feet. It’s a small mass of pale orange, entirely too adorable fluff.
“A cat. A ghost cat,” Dean says. “Are you serious?”
Kevin grabs a leftover chicken leg from last night’s dinner and offers it to the kitten. It wastes no time in devouring it, before leaping up into Kevin’s lap.
“What do you think about Hobbes?” he asks.
Sam and Dean look at him.
“For his name?”
Dean frowns aggressively. “Oh no. We are not keeping the damn thing.”
“Dean,” Sam says slowly, and does something complicated and unsubtle with his eyebrows, glancing at Kevin and the kitten before looking meaningfully back at Dean.
“Hobbes, it is.” Kevin pats the kitten on the head. It’s not quite a girlfriend, or a boyfriend or Sam, but it’ll do. There’s always online dating, after all.
Hobbes rumbles happily under his hand.
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Date: 2014-04-16 07:02 am (UTC)This is adorably delightful in all possible ways. Hobbes! Kevin in flower crowns! Winchester bickering. I love it. Thank you, anonymous and awesome person.
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Date: 2014-04-16 02:55 pm (UTC)The description of Sam's complicated and unsubtle eyebrows made me grin with delight.
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