Leven's 10 Inch Heaven

By Dianna Wickham

Rating M… for innuendo and language, but just to be safe, people might actually ask for me to write the smut… and who am I to say no?

Summary: This story follows Leven from Crimson1's Incubus on his soul search road trip to the beaches of Santa Cruz California, where he happens to enter a funky sandwich shop called Beach City Grill and meets a cook named Priestly, who looks and acts amazingly like Dean…. but with a blue Mohawk, piercings, and a kilt. Is this fate? Or has Leven died and gone to heaven?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the movie 10 Inch Hero or Leven… Leven came from Crimson1, I'm merely borrowing him and will return him before his bed time. Plus this is my distraction…er…gift for those of you who are patiently waiting for me to finish my fic You Remind me of the Bade, Winchester. I packed my muse in a box for moving and now I can't find it… looked in the boxes labeled books, movies, and miscellaneous… I'm still lost inside the miscellaneous box.

Warning: If Crimson1 does not likey this ficy for any reason, like if it interferes with the Incubus master plan= this fic will be: altered, deleted, terminated, no more, dead… DED… dead.

Having said this… enjoy. =c)

*** THEN***

Leven laughed. "Damn. I'd take another you if one existed. But…I'll try to lay off if it makes you queasy. You're cool. I don't want you running for the hills just yet. I'm just impatient, I guess. Kinda don't wanna have to wait for my prince to come, or whatever. I just want him here now. Typical stupid teenager stuff, huh?"

Well, Dean never did like to lie unless he had to. "Pretty much, yeah," he said with a smirk. Their crates were close enough that he managed to buck Leven in the shoulder. "And that ain't so bad. There'll be stupid adult stuff for you to agonize over before ya know it, kid. Ain't life grand?"

--Incubus; Arc 6 part 4, It's all coming back

***NOW***

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

Leven had just hung up from his cell phone call to S.W., assuring her all was well and just let the slightly melancholy yet reassuring music wash over him as he looked out through the windshield of his old white T-bird to the long stretch of the I-80 W highway. It was moments like this that he let himself think on all that has happened in his life. Funny how the music on the radio always seemed to reflect what you were feeling… or maybe, Leven chuckled; it was the other way around.


[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

It was the beginning of summer, so much has happened in the last few months. Leven was now 18, no longer jailbait and freshly graduated from the high school that was his own personal hell. And now he was on a road trip to the West Coast across the US. It was his gift to himself before he buckled down and studied hard at the Uni and concentrated on a future acting, dancing, and singing career. But no matter how much distance he put between himself and Pittsburgh… he couldn't distance himself from what happened with the demon. Leven sighed, he supposed if he was going to let his thoughts linger on his fuck-up, this was the time do it.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

Leven passed a slower moving vehicle in front of him, coaxing his beloved Winkie a little faster in the afternoon heat. He could almost feel his car complain, and patted the steering wheel comfortingly. Leven knew from the amount of begging and pleading he had done in order to go alone on this road trip that Wade was still worried about him. He still had nightmares. Leven glanced fleetingly into the rear-view mirror, privately smirking at the term 'rear-view.' His hair was once again the familiar turquoise- teal color, making his dark brown eyes stand out in contrast. But even that fleeting glimpse was enough to remind them they had turned that hideous black color in his dreams. Shaking himself slightly, he returned his attention to the road signs, noticing that he was no longer in Wyoming and was now in Utah. He didn't want to remember what he did, what he had caused to happen all because he didn't want to be alone anymore.

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

Leven's breath caught in a choking sob/laugh as the radio caught his attention once more.

Honestly it was like having a passenger in the car and holding a conversation. Maybe he should start thinking about finding a rest area…


No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two

It's just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

Leven's thoughts inevitably returned to Dean… his not so secret but very unattainable crush… his savior. If not for Dean, neither he nor his sister would have survived his stupid summoning of that demon. Levon snuggled deeper into his bomber jacket to ward off the chill that went up his spine, despite the warm air pushing briskly over his face from the open window. Spying a rest area sign up ahead, Levon directed the old car into the other lane and started slowing down as he made the turn off. After a few more minutes the car finally came to a stop under the cool shade of a marked parking space. Levon let out a breath of relief, closing his weary eyes and rested back against the seat.

He missed Dean… and of course Sam, Sasha, and Cam. He felt so much safer with them around. It was the forgiveness in Dean's eyes, that he missed the most at the moment, it almost made him forgive himself. Dean's eyes… the most amazing shade of green in existence shined with understanding and a deep knowledge of the depth of Leven's regret, guilt, and anguish that he carried under his light and whimsical exterior. With Dean, Levon felt a kindred spirit, an understanding of his pain he carried that went beyond the demon summoning and even beyond being an outcast. It's like those eyes could see right down to the depths of his soul where he was still a little boy crying for his dead parents. And between them, Levon could still feel some sort of mysterious connection… although that could just be chalked up to wishful thinking. After all, Dean was also very easy on the eyes. He was still starring in some of Levon's nicer dreams. But he couldn't shake the image of Sasha the Incubus seeking out jealous divine retribution interrupting the more heated dreams. God, he really wanted a boyfriend.

Someone that he could connect with like he could with Dean, someone that made all the pain of living worth it…

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Leven let an easy smile crawl onto his face as he relaxed further into the worn leather seat. Yeah, the Beatles knew what they were talking about.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

Leven sang along, the dulcimer tones of his voice filling the car and harmonizing with the voices of the English angels of music.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Leven sighed softly to himself, half dozing now as the energy draining long drive caught up with him. He still had a ways to go before he reached Nevada, and after that California. He was looking forward to seeing the beach from the other side of the US, having only been to the East coast. And he promised S.W. he would call again in a few hours to "check in." He really loved Wade and knew how much she loved him. But he couldn't help wanting to stray beyond the safe shelter of his older sisters arms. He knew he had let Wade down by getting into her books and summoning that demon, hell, he felt responsible for their parents' death too. His sister was only 24 years old, she shouldn't have to be taking care of her 18 year old brother. Leven let out a soft tired laugh, knowing that if his sister was in the seat beside his she would have cuffed him upside the head by now for his depressed thoughts. His sister was a fighter… had fought and succeeded to instill that instinct within Levon, and now more than anything he didn't want to let her down again. That's why after the road trip, he was going to find a part time job, attend Pittsburgh University and work his butt off for four years while going to an acting school.

He knew that meant long hard days and short sleeping hours, but in the end it would all be worth it. And who knows, maybe he'd run into his prince along the way. His breathing slowed as he fell into a light sleep, dimly aware of the song that came on the radio and briefly thought about shutting the car completely off otherwise he might accidentally drain his battery. It seems his car had one last thing it wanted to say to him before he fell asleep.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

No!

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

A/N: Sorry I'm late! Meant to post this last night, but *chuckles* I got distracted. A lovely evening of feasting, wine and a live musical performance of 'Grease' with king seats and talking by the city fountain… all and all a nice distraction. So how'd I do? This chapter was me feeling out the character Leven, next will be the greatly anticipated meeting with Priestly. I have a wonderful image of those two playing Dance Dance revolution at the arcade dancing in my head, can't wait to write it. So review and let me know if I should continue. =c)