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FIC: Kevin Tran for Household President! ( Kevin, Dean, Sam, PG-13)
Title: Kevin Tran for Household President!
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
citrusjava
Recipient:alethiometry
Characters/pairing: Kevin, Dean, Sam (+backgroudy fantasies)
Words: ~1400
Warnings (if applicable): background PTSD, depression and such
Notes: Can he please be the next president-president?
Notes2: This Kevin is so influenced by the wonderfulbalder12's writing. If you like Kevin fic at all, you should be reading hers.
Prompt to subvert: "Kevin Tran's presidential campaign", on the April's Fool Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnspiration
At first Kevin worries that he's losing it. Going to become a vengeful spirit, kill people, and forget who he was.
With time he realizes it's just the Winchesters. They are really annoying.
Dean is perfectly willing to make uncomfortable, tearful admissions of guilt at the kitchen table, eyes alight with unshed tears, jaw clenched, not asking to be forgiven.
He is less willing to switch the TV on so Kevin can catch Adventure Time. Shark Tank yes, cartoons no. As if Kevin doesn't know what Dean watches
If Kevin had it in him to manifest, he'd mention Dean's thing for AppleJack.
~
Dean and Sam don't say hi when they come home, besides to each other. If Sam's on a food run and Dean's walking back in, greasy and sated after some quality time with the cars in the garage, he doesn't say hi. As if he just doesn't know Kevin is there.
~
Sam doesn't sleep most nights, in his 'functional' room. It isn't because he has no soul - probably because he does have one. He haunts the corridors of the bunker at night. Kevin wants his space back.
If a ghost finds you unnerving -
you're probably a Winchester.
Sam makes a lot of cups of tea through the night. He never leaves them around, Dean mustn't find them in the morning. But Dean wakes up every time Sam stirs , every time the spoon chimes against the cup.
Kevin's looked, yeah. Being a ghost gets lonely at nights.
They need to get new cups. Ones without a blood-spatter pattern.
Kevin tries to think of it not as 'Dean and Sam' they, but as 'Dean and Sam and Kevin'. This might be his home for long after them.
~
Sometimes when Kevin enters a room, the light flickers, Kevin can't help that.
Every time, Dean pales.
Dean Winchester is not afraid of ghosts.
But he is afraid of Kevin.
Kevin tries not to be around Dean alone when the lights are on. He can't deal with that crap. He's got enough problems.
~
Dean can't really cook. That is, he makes a fantastic burger. He makes it every day, almost. Grills it Texas style, or some other manly style with tons of posturing and smoke. It isn't even as if he is posturing for Kevin - Dean is playing around for himself, flipping a burger and striking a Batman pose. Meat. Manly. L ike making faces at the mirror.
And you know what ghosts like best, especially when they have trouble manifesting? Smoke, obscuring everything, and salt – the amounts salt Dean puts in the marinade - it's like an allergy. Not having eyes apparently still doesn't mean they can't water.
~
Sam does research. He is all about the research, works really hard. So does Dean. But when it comes to things there was usually someone else to do at motels - cleaning, taking out the trash, they're both more likely to stuff things harder into the trashcan. Better than going outside. Kevin gets not wanting to be outside, he really does. He suspects it's harder on the Winchesters than they admit. But seriously, for him to make it out with the trash, and then back inside, would take perhaps a week! He tries to remind himself he could have said the same thing when he was alive .
~
When Dean is in a good mood, or a particularly bad one, he leaves half empty bottles everywhere. Filing cabinets, library shelves. Sometimes he decides to clean his guns, arrange his records – more and more often it’s just pieces left lying around. It bugs Kevin irrationally. It's not as if he's going to accidentally sit on a blade or break one of Dean's records (both about as equally dangerous ). It's not as if Sam doesn't move around Dean's moods and Dean's mess like he's been professionally choreographed. But someone could get hurt. Gun oil all over the antique sofa. Kevin is channeling his mother, which makes him think about her, and he can't - can't do that.
~
Kevin reads stuff online. Research. Tumblr. Most of the time he manages to scroll. Doesn't have to press 'page down' - it' s a ghost thing. The Winchesters forget and move the laptop – sometimes while Kevin is reading. When they disconnect the cable Kevin counts back the time to having nothing to do.
Couldn't the dead battery just haunt the bunker with him so he can use it instead?
~
Dean listens to the Grateful Dead, and isn’t that just hilarious. He still plays Farmville and Fruit Ninja and doesn't turn the music off, like for him the game music exists in a different world from the music-music, so they don't mix in glorious disharmony. Dean can do this for hours.
~
Kevin hasn't really been able to use his old room, can't ev en close the door himself. When Cas comes over, he sleeps there. There are 37 rooms in the place, that Kevin was able to explore without getting bored – or warded off. There is no reason for him not to get his own room, other than bigotry – or tradition. Ghosts are supposed to haunt other people's rooms. K evin tries not to intrude too much
~
Dean opens things. Mysterious boxes that might unleash any unknown curse on him, the world, polite ghosts just minding their own business, torturing themselves reading Princeton syllabi online.
Dean opens cupboard doors and leaves the open. The microwave, till the little lightbulb inside goes out. Bathroom doors while Kevin's - you know, ghosts that can't be corporeal can still touch their own selves. Kevin tries not to use that creepily, he really does, because the Winchesters are beautiful and they shower regularly .
He doesn't want to be like that.
Once, Kevin is peacefully having some alone time in the bathroom, and Dean walks in on him and just strips down to take a shower. No thought for Kevin's possible ghostly presence.
Kevin gets out of there, muttering.
Bursts three lightbulbs in the kitchen in revenge.
The Winchesters are crap roommates, OK? They keep actual live monsters in the house, and still claim the Bunker is the safest place on earth. Even after a few incidents.
They keep the king of hell ties up in their basement. The guy who – Kevin doesn't want to think about it. In their home. That is as bad as roommates get.
~
They disappear for weeks, and they don't let Kevin know they're going, and they don't let Kevin know for how long, and they don't let Kevin know if they're ok.
~
They're back, and Kevin is angry enough to manifest.
He lets them know how it's going to be.
It's time they had a household president. That's him.
Ghost wardings will be removed from around the bunker. Kevin can let them know if there is anybody else there. They will get new mugs. They can be Star Wars mugs. Sam will cook once a week. Dean will take out the trash that day. They will arrange a room for Cas, and one for Charlie. The ghost gets his own room, privacy, locked door. Not as if he's gonna have trouble passing through it. He gets is own TV, and they program it for the stuff he likes, till he can do that himself. They will take a vacation or meds or get therapy or get dommed. Something that works.
Sam's eyes go soft. When Dean tries to protest, Kevin hums a few bars of Friendship is Magic and Dean shuts it real fast.
They will talk with each other. They will be honest but not brutal. They will let him know when they're going out. They will let him know how long they're going to be. They will leave him messages from the hunt. That's what you do when you have family. Is that understood?
Both Winchesters gulp.
Good.
Author/Artist:
citrusjavaRecipient:
alethiometry Characters/pairing: Kevin, Dean, Sam (+backgroudy fantasies)
Words: ~1400
Warnings (if applicable): background PTSD, depression and such
Notes: Can he please be the next president-president?
Notes2: This Kevin is so influenced by the wonderful
balder12's writing. If you like Kevin fic at all, you should be reading hers. Prompt to subvert: "Kevin Tran's presidential campaign", on the April's Fool Challenge at
spnspirationAt first Kevin worries that he's losing it. Going to become a vengeful spirit, kill people, and forget who he was.
With time he realizes it's just the Winchesters. They are really annoying.
Dean is perfectly willing to make uncomfortable, tearful admissions of guilt at the kitchen table, eyes alight with unshed tears, jaw clenched, not asking to be forgiven.
He is less willing to switch the TV on so Kevin can catch Adventure Time. Shark Tank yes, cartoons no. As if Kevin doesn't know what Dean watches
If Kevin had it in him to manifest, he'd mention Dean's thing for AppleJack.
~
Dean and Sam don't say hi when they come home, besides to each other. If Sam's on a food run and Dean's walking back in, greasy and sated after some quality time with the cars in the garage, he doesn't say hi. As if he just doesn't know Kevin is there.
~
Sam doesn't sleep most nights, in his 'functional' room. It isn't because he has no soul - probably because he does have one. He haunts the corridors of the bunker at night. Kevin wants his space back.
If a ghost finds you unnerving -
you're probably a Winchester.
Sam makes a lot of cups of tea through the night. He never leaves them around, Dean mustn't find them in the morning. But Dean wakes up every time Sam stirs , every time the spoon chimes against the cup.
Kevin's looked, yeah. Being a ghost gets lonely at nights.
They need to get new cups. Ones without a blood-spatter pattern.
Kevin tries to think of it not as 'Dean and Sam' they, but as 'Dean and Sam and Kevin'. This might be his home for long after them.
~
Sometimes when Kevin enters a room, the light flickers, Kevin can't help that.
Every time, Dean pales.
Dean Winchester is not afraid of ghosts.
But he is afraid of Kevin.
Kevin tries not to be around Dean alone when the lights are on. He can't deal with that crap. He's got enough problems.
~
Dean can't really cook. That is, he makes a fantastic burger. He makes it every day, almost. Grills it Texas style, or some other manly style with tons of posturing and smoke. It isn't even as if he is posturing for Kevin - Dean is playing around for himself, flipping a burger and striking a Batman pose. Meat. Manly. L ike making faces at the mirror.
And you know what ghosts like best, especially when they have trouble manifesting? Smoke, obscuring everything, and salt – the amounts salt Dean puts in the marinade - it's like an allergy. Not having eyes apparently still doesn't mean they can't water.
~
Sam does research. He is all about the research, works really hard. So does Dean. But when it comes to things there was usually someone else to do at motels - cleaning, taking out the trash, they're both more likely to stuff things harder into the trashcan. Better than going outside. Kevin gets not wanting to be outside, he really does. He suspects it's harder on the Winchesters than they admit. But seriously, for him to make it out with the trash, and then back inside, would take perhaps a week! He tries to remind himself he could have said the same thing when he was alive .
~
When Dean is in a good mood, or a particularly bad one, he leaves half empty bottles everywhere. Filing cabinets, library shelves. Sometimes he decides to clean his guns, arrange his records – more and more often it’s just pieces left lying around. It bugs Kevin irrationally. It's not as if he's going to accidentally sit on a blade or break one of Dean's records (both about as equally dangerous ). It's not as if Sam doesn't move around Dean's moods and Dean's mess like he's been professionally choreographed. But someone could get hurt. Gun oil all over the antique sofa. Kevin is channeling his mother, which makes him think about her, and he can't - can't do that.
~
Kevin reads stuff online. Research. Tumblr. Most of the time he manages to scroll. Doesn't have to press 'page down' - it' s a ghost thing. The Winchesters forget and move the laptop – sometimes while Kevin is reading. When they disconnect the cable Kevin counts back the time to having nothing to do.
Couldn't the dead battery just haunt the bunker with him so he can use it instead?
~
Dean listens to the Grateful Dead, and isn’t that just hilarious. He still plays Farmville and Fruit Ninja and doesn't turn the music off, like for him the game music exists in a different world from the music-music, so they don't mix in glorious disharmony. Dean can do this for hours.
~
Kevin hasn't really been able to use his old room, can't ev en close the door himself. When Cas comes over, he sleeps there. There are 37 rooms in the place, that Kevin was able to explore without getting bored – or warded off. There is no reason for him not to get his own room, other than bigotry – or tradition. Ghosts are supposed to haunt other people's rooms. K evin tries not to intrude too much
~
Dean opens things. Mysterious boxes that might unleash any unknown curse on him, the world, polite ghosts just minding their own business, torturing themselves reading Princeton syllabi online.
Dean opens cupboard doors and leaves the open. The microwave, till the little lightbulb inside goes out. Bathroom doors while Kevin's - you know, ghosts that can't be corporeal can still touch their own selves. Kevin tries not to use that creepily, he really does, because the Winchesters are beautiful and they shower regularly .
He doesn't want to be like that.
Once, Kevin is peacefully having some alone time in the bathroom, and Dean walks in on him and just strips down to take a shower. No thought for Kevin's possible ghostly presence.
Kevin gets out of there, muttering.
Bursts three lightbulbs in the kitchen in revenge.
The Winchesters are crap roommates, OK? They keep actual live monsters in the house, and still claim the Bunker is the safest place on earth. Even after a few incidents.
They keep the king of hell ties up in their basement. The guy who – Kevin doesn't want to think about it. In their home. That is as bad as roommates get.
~
They disappear for weeks, and they don't let Kevin know they're going, and they don't let Kevin know for how long, and they don't let Kevin know if they're ok.
~
They're back, and Kevin is angry enough to manifest.
He lets them know how it's going to be.
It's time they had a household president. That's him.
Ghost wardings will be removed from around the bunker. Kevin can let them know if there is anybody else there. They will get new mugs. They can be Star Wars mugs. Sam will cook once a week. Dean will take out the trash that day. They will arrange a room for Cas, and one for Charlie. The ghost gets his own room, privacy, locked door. Not as if he's gonna have trouble passing through it. He gets is own TV, and they program it for the stuff he likes, till he can do that himself. They will take a vacation or meds or get therapy or get dommed. Something that works.
Sam's eyes go soft. When Dean tries to protest, Kevin hums a few bars of Friendship is Magic and Dean shuts it real fast.
They will talk with each other. They will be honest but not brutal. They will let him know when they're going out. They will let him know how long they're going to be. They will leave him messages from the hunt. That's what you do when you have family. Is that understood?
Both Winchesters gulp.
Good.
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