Blood will Flow

Time for some Kevin love with the kevinbb postings starting. I was lucky enough to land Prodigal_anon's Sussing for Truffles story, which not only stars the lovely Kevin Tran, but also features Gabriel and Sam. It's a rather awesome AU where ressurections have happened (yay!) and eveyone is working out what to do next.
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Title: Nothing but a Magic Shadow-show
Rating: R for swearing
Warnings: Use of the F word, abuse of amphetamines, show-level violent injuries.
Words: ~9000
Summary: Leaving Kevin alone in the Bunker with only Crowley for company was probably not the Winchesters’ brightest idea. Mix together a prophet’s paranoia with drug abuse and demonic stirring, add the Winchesters’ unexpectedly early return to the Bat Cave after a chimera hunt gone a little bit awry, stir in a meddlesome demon and you’ve got yourself the recipe for a perfect Winchester storm.
Hurt!Dean, hurt!Sam, crazy Kevin, manipulative Crowley, Gadreel inside Sam...
Artist:alexisjane - Who has produced some absolutely fabulous and wonderful animated art – go and shower her art master post with praise and virtual chocolate chip cookies with the best ice cream. Many thanks and more virtual treats of all descriptions also go to my lovely beta firesign10, who helped me beat this story into shape. Any remaining typos and bad grammar are all down to me fiddling after the fact.( Read more... )

I was going to do something a bit more fancy and add the angel tablet somehow, but thought this ended up looking better nice and simple.
The palette de_nugis chose was number 16

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Warnings: Not a happy festive fic!  Spoilers for Season 9
Words: 285
Summary: Dean holds vigil over Kevin's body.

Happy Christmas, war is over

Dean sits with Kevin for a very long time.  His eyes are dry and sore from staring.  He feels every blink reinforces his betrayal, so he keeps his eyes wide open.  He has to bear witness to the crime committed by Ezekiel – no, Gadreel – while using and abusing Sam’s body.  Because the real crime doesn’t belong to the angel, or to the hand the angel used to burn the young prophet from the inside out.  No.  Dean Winchester knows very well where the real blame lies.

With him.

Dean doesn’t cry.  Since he shed that one tear – for Sam, for Kevin, for himself?  Who knew?  He hasn’t been able to move or to weep.  The pain that grips his chest tight barely allows him to draw breath.  He feels as though someone has scraped away his insides with a spoon, stealing his courage and his will.

Kevin is dead.  The kid who’d suffered so much, given so much and gained so little from the deal, was dead.  Murdered by a servant of the god who’d created the boy and given him such a fucking stupid, awful destiny.  If Dean could feel anything but guilt right now, he’d be fucking mad as hell for the kid.

Sam is gone, and Dean doesn’t even know for how long, because Gadreel had been so convincing playing Sam just now, Dean can no longer be sure the angel hadn’t been playing Dean for the fool that he is, right from the start.

Kevin’s blackened, burnt-out, empty sockets gaze at Dean, full of accusations he can’t defend himself from.

His fault.  His grievous fault.

Dean knows.

This time, this is something he can’t fix.

All for the FF.net weekly drabble challenge with the prompt word of 'bang'.
3 x 100 word unrelated drabbles

The Blame Game
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Warnings:  Spoilers for Season 9 Episode 2. Use of the F word
Summary: Kevin wants to believe someone cares.


Kevin doesn’t give a damn whose fault it is.  Crowley’s mocking voice is still banging around his head – his mother alive and in torment, his mother dead and lost to him forever – whichever, Channing remains murdered and his life ruined.
Kevin isn’t stupid. He’s a valedictorian, a brainiac, he’s Kevin Fricking Solo for fuck’s sake.  He knows Crowley is playing him.
Dean, on the other hand? 
Family.  Worth dying for. Words that ring with sincerity, that Kevin wants so desperately to be true.
If he can’t believe in God any more, can’t blame the Winchesters, then he needs this.

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Echoes
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Warnings:  Season 9 spoilers if you know what you are looking for. If you haven’t watched you won’t recognise the spoiler.
Summary: Dean watches Sam and waits for the other shoe to drop.


Actions have consequences.  Everyone knows that.
The bang of the door as Sam slams it behind him echoes for years in Dean’s mind.  Echoes that don’t fade until Cold Oak, when they are replaced by a sigh, the slippery feel of warm blood on his hand, and the rain falling.
Dean watches Sam for signs that he isn’t Sam and wonders about the ripple effect of his latest decision.  Whether it will lead to another door slamming in his face, to Sam walking out on him again.
But he can’t regret that his brother’s still alive to do the leaving.

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Celestial Intent
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Warnings:  Spoilers for Season 9. Use of the F word
Summary: Dean is suffering through another Sam/Kevin geek out.  He thinks he might have a solution though…


The closest Dean had got to quantum physics was watching the Big Bang Theory. Before that, he’d thought string theory was something to do with spaghetti.  Or, you know.  String.
Sitting in the War Room listening to Kevin and Sam debating the possibility of predicting the locations of angels who hadn’t yet found vessels by mathematically calculating their wave-like and/or dual particle-like behaviours was doing his head in.
He brightened suddenly.  He’d shut the two of them in Crowley’s dungeon.  Dean couldn’t wait to see Crowley’s head explode when the geek-out reached the uncertainty principle.
That would teach the bastard. 

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