Okay, that’s enough of a break. Time for me to get back to working on my summer work. But, because I love you all very dearly, I’m not going to leave without giving you a little something to keep you busy. Here is my first Kevin fic I’ve ever written, based off an imagine from the amazing and wonderful imaginethatsupernatural
'Imagine being the Winchester's little sister and Kevin falls in love with you and whenever Sam and Dean leave you with Kevin in the bunker, he gets all flustered and awkward around you'
No warnings that I can think of, accept very very mild cussing (I literally say ‘ass’ once, so…) and it’s very fluffy and cute. Feedback is welcome, and if you want me to write something for you, I’d be more than happy to :-)
You sighed, closing the book you had read from cover to cover a thousand times over. Dean ruffled your hair as he passed, and chuckled as you tried to swat his hand away.
"Hey baby sister." He teased, setting his bag on the table in front of you to check its contents.
"Dean, I’m not a baby! Quit calling me that! I have a name, so use it!" You always hated when he called you that, you weren’t a baby! You were a grown person! He just laughed.
"Whatever, ______. We have a job a few states over-"
"Finally! I’ll go get my bag!" You went to stand, excited that the boys were going to take you out on a real hunt for once, and not just a salt and burn. Before you could stand up, though, Dean continued.
"-and we’ll need you to stay here." He said forcefully, his tone showing that there was no room for negotiations on this one. He saw you deflate and sink back into your chair, and he gave you a look. "Oh, come on, ______! Don’t be like that. This case is most likely a demon, and a powerful one at that. And Sam agrees with me when I say that we don’t even want to risk it with you. You got Cas ready to help if you need him, and you have Kevin here to hang with, when he’s not translating or sleeping. Please, do this for us?" Dean gave you a pleading look, and you couldn’t turn down your brother.
"Fine. Drive safe, okay? Don’t do anything stupid, and don’t die. Sam, you too. Okay?" They smiled, giving you a kiss on the top of your head before leaving.
"And no funny business! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" Dean said with a wink, and you felt your face heat up. Sam just chuckled, and soon they had both left. You knew what Dean had been hinting at. He and Sam have been relentless in their teasing. Ever since you admitted your crush on Kevin, they wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. You had told them because you needed advice, though what they had told you wasn’t very helpful. They kept trying to tell you he felt the same way, and to just ask him out already, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were really close with Kevin, and you didn’t want to ruin that. But if you were honest with yourself, by now it was more than just a little crush you were feeling. Sometimes you thought the boys were right, as Kevin was slightly jumpy around you when it was just the two of you. But he got that way when he didn’t have enough sleep, or the tablet was making him go whack-o for a few days. You convinced yourself that that was the reason. But recently, you were unsure.
You shook your head, clearing away your thoughts and went back to your book, turning to your favorite part in the story. You knew it by heart, and could probably act it out if someone asked you to, but you loved reading it again. Just as you were slipping into the world of your story, Kevin came in, his hair messy in the cutest way and his face still full of sleep. He yawned, stretching, and rubbed away the sleep in his eyes.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty." You laughed, and he jumped, turning to where you sat at the table in the main room of the bunker.
”__-__-______! Hi! Uh, what’s up?” He asked, fixing his hair and leaning against the wall. Well, he meant to lean against the wall. But he was a few feet away from the wall, and ended up falling over. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to stifle a laugh, and he jumped right back up again. “I’m fine! I, uh, I meant to do that” he stammered, blushing. “Are, uh, are Sam and Dean here?” You eyed him carefully, a small smile tugging at your mouth. You had to admit, it was funny seeing him all flustered, and cute even. But you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that it was you who made him that way. You pushed the thought aside and answered him.
"No, they left for a hunt not to long ago. It’ll be just you and me for a few days, and Cas too, if we need him." At the mention if the two of you being alone together, Kevin’s eyes went wide. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Is there something wrong with that?" You asked carefully, not doing the best job of hiding the slight hurt in your voice.
"No! Not at all!" He replied quickly, waving his hands and shaking his head enthusiastically. "Not a problem at all, ____! Complete opposite of a problem! I mean, wha-what would be the problem with hanging out with someone you-" He stopped cold, realizing what he had almost said. You just sat there and blinked for a second, not sure of what to do. Had he just…hinted at feelings he may have had? No, of course not! You were reading too much into it, or at least that was what you told yourself. But for once…you didn’t believe a word of it.
"I’m just, gonna, ah, get some breakfast." He said hurriedly, backing away. He ran into a few chairs, but as soon as he got to the kitchen, he bolted in. You had to suppress a giggle. You heard him mumbling to himself, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Soon the sound of cooking drifted into the main room, and you shut your book once again.
You were now plagued with the most difficult thing, what to do? You could see all the signs of possible affection, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions. It may ruin your friendship, and that was the last thing you wanted. But at the same time, you wanted to clear the air, and find out once and for all what his feelings were. After a while, you had decided. You were going to confront him, but now the question was how? How should you do it? Straight out ask him, or dance around the subject until he gets the hint? After a long time of thinking, you decided you would just buck up and ask him what was up. He had been in the kitchen for a while now, and the sound of pots and pans had died out ages ago. You could tell he was avoiding you, but you didn’t care.
Taking a deep breath, you stood up and walked into the kitchen. Kevin was picking at his food, having eaten barely half of it, when he saw you walk in. Instantly, his demeanor changed, and he looked back down at his plate. You slid into the chair across from him, propping your head up in your hands on the table, and just stared at him. He kept his head down, glancing up every now and then to see if you were still there, and when he locked eyes with you, he would turn away again.
"Okay, what is up with you?" You asked finally.
"N-nothing is wrong, ______. Why would you, why would you think that something was wrong?" He scoffed, his voice going up an octave, glancing around the room. You gave him your best ‘Really? I’m not buying it’ bitchface (that you had picked up from your brothers), and he just gave you a nervous smile.
"Kevin, I know you. You have yelled at Sam and Dean without backing down. You’ve faced Crowley, the freaking King of Hell with a smug ass smile on your face, twice! And whenever it’s just you and me in a room, you fall all over yourself, you can’t look me in the eyes, you stutter, you ramble, you’re all out flustered and nervous. So tell me, what is wrong? And I want the truth mister, I can tell when you’re lying." You looked at him, waiting patiently for your answer. He took a deep breath, calming himself. Looking back up at you, he spoke.
”_____, I…I’m in love with you!” He spat out. He squeezed his eyes shut, slightly turning his head away, as if flinching at what you might say next. Of course, you couldn’t get that many words out, you were in shock. He loved you. You had waited so long to hear that, and now you didn’t know how to respond. So you just sat there, jaw dropped, trying to speak but nothing coming out. After a moment, Kevin slowly opened his eyes, looking back at you, slightly surprised to see your reaction. “It’s just,” he continued, hesitantly. “I’ve known you for a while now, and, I really really like you. Like, I love your laugh and the way you smile, and you, you want to help people. You are happy when other people are happy, and you’re, you’re just, so amazing, and I, I get kind of nervous when it’s just us, because, well, you’re beautiful, and I’m just, well, me, and, um. I, I’m scared that you don’t feel the same way, and then things would be awkward, and I really don’t want to ruin what we already have and-”
"Kev" you say, but he’s rambling now, and he’s so nervous he doesn’t hear you.
"I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or feel pressured to like me-"
"Kevin" you said a bit louder, a bit singsong-y to try and get his attention.
”- because I value you as a person, and I want you to be happy. So if you just want to stay friends-“
"KEVIN!" You shouted, and he stopped, giving you a sheepish smile. You just shook your head, smiling like an idiot. "You know, for someone who was in advanced placement, you are really stupid."
"Wait, what?" He gave you a confused and slightly hurt look.
"Kevin, I’ve had feelings for you for a really long time. I was always too nervous to tell you, so I kept it in. I thought you only liked me as a friend. But then I noticed how jumpy and nervous and flustered you would get around me, and I thought, ‘Hey, maybe I’ve been wrong.’ So I figured, ‘well, why not find out?’, and I did. I’m in love with you too, Kevin, you big idiot you." The look he gave you when you told him was like he just got the weight of the world taken from his shoulders. His eyes lit up and he smiled so big you thought his face you rip. He was speechless for a moment, but then he got up from his chair and walked over to you. He stood you up and pulled you into a kiss. You, happily, kissed back, smiling and wrapping your hands around his neck. His lips were soft, and took it slow, which you were glad for. Had it been any different, you probably would have fainted or something. You were already lightheaded and your head was spinning from his confession, and you knew he probably was too. You just stood there, kissing in the middle of the kitchen, not caring about anything else in the world, when your blasted cell phone rang and cut the moment short. You pulled away, sighing in frustration, and angrily answered it.
"What, Dean?" You snapped.
"Whoa there, no need to yell, I was just calling to check in. We stopped for gas, and I wanted to see how you were doing." Dean said, sounding slightly hurt by your tone.
"Sorry Dean, I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, it’s just, you’re kinda ruining the moment here, so…" You let your sentence trail off, giving Kevin an apologetic smile. He just laughed, and pulled you closer to him. Dean was silent for a moment, no doubt trying to figure out what you meant, slowly piecing together the puzzle.
"Kevin?" He asked after a while. "You and Kevin?" You smiled at Kevin, sighing.
"Hi Dean, hi Sam" he said into the phone, and you couldn’t help the giggle that left you. "Not to be rude, but, we were kind of in the middle of something, so…we’re gonna have to call you back.” He smirked, hitting the ‘end call’ button on your phone, and kissing you again. You stood there for a while, reveling in the feeling of being in each other’s arms, and never wanting to let go. Sadly, air is a much needed thing for living, so you broke away, smiling wider than you ever had. Kevin mirrored your smile, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Why don’t we go watch a movie in the screening room? I’ll let you pick, if you want.” He offered.
“As long as we can cuddle a bit while we watch.” You said, grinning, and pulling him out of the kitchen. Kevin snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close.
“Fine by me.”
*Meanwhile at a gas station miles away from the bunker*
“He hung up on me!” Dean shouted to Sam, slightly angry, and slightly proud at the same time. Sam just laughed, shaking his head.
“At least they finally admitted their feelings. I’m pretty sure if that had gone on for any longer, Kevin would have broken something.” Dean got back into the car, shutting the door and starting it up.
“Yeah, me too.” He said with a small smile. But then, realization at what that meant dawned on him, and he scowled. “But if he hurts her in any way, I will not hesitate to kill him.”
“Dude, I’m pretty sure that _____ would beat you to it.” Sam pointed out with a proud smirk, and Dean could only nod in agreement.
——End of Fic——
Hope you enjoyed! I’ll be back later! I promise!