Kevin prowled the bunker, fingers itching for something other to do than look at tablets and decipher God's Word. He had already showered, twice. He walked back to his room, sprawling across his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ugh! I need a break, someone come distract me from this crap!" He shouted into the emptiness. He closed his eyes, frustrated, feeling alone, again. He felt himself drifting off, when he thought he heard a noise, like shuffling right outside his door. Kevin felt his heart racing, he knew Sam and Dean were not due back yet.

"Castiel?" he called hopefully. He heard the shuffled footsteps, then a soft tap. Tap. Tap. He moved towards the door slowly, trying to hold his breath. Nothing. No shuffling, just nothing. He flung the door open, half expecting Crowley or some other evil thing to be ready to maul him. The hall was empty and he was about to shut the door when he noticed something at his feet. A black box, wrapped in a silver bow. Kevin grabbed the box, shut and locked his door and hurriedly placed the box onto his bed. He stared at it, wondering if maybe it was a severed head. It was about the size of something that could hold a severed head. Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer and noticed a small tag attached to the bow.

To: Kevin, may this alleviate your boredom.

From: Someone distracting.

Huh, he thought. Well, here goes nothing. He gently undid the bow, and slowly lifted the lid. He sighed with relief that it was not a severed head, and exclaimed excitedly when he saw what was under the tissue paper. Several comic books, some of his favorite movies, Pocky Candy (strawberry of course), Pokémon and Magic cards and a sketch pad with colored pencils. He felt almost giddy, then thought a moment.

"Uhm, to the someone distracting, if you're listening, thanks!" He called out into the empty bunker. He smiled delightedly, and dug into his treats.

The cherub hurried up the porcelain white steps, blonde curls bouncing behind her. She bowed low. "I have done as you asked, and The Prophet is most delighted in your offerings." She saw the almost imperceptible nod. "Shall I continue to observe him?" She waited patiently, head still bowed. Again, a small nod. She smiled brightly, and flew back to the bunker.

She felt honored to be chosen to help serve in this capacity, The Prophet of the Lord, and here she was able to be in his presence.

Kevin nibbled on the strawberry Pocky as he went through the Pokémon cards, while Lord of The Rings played in the background. He was trying to decide if he should tell Sam, Dean or Castiel about the gifts. Everything seemed harmless enough, he hoped. He frowned slightly, brow furrowing. He should tell them, but it felt nice to know someone was caring for him, like, well not to sound girly, but like a secret admirer or something.

The cherub saw the frown and rushed back, up the porcelain steps and hurriedly bowed. "I saw him frowning, is he alright? He seemed pleased with the gifts, but" she silenced herself as she saw the raised hand. Again, patiently she awaited her commands. A small black box with a silver bow appeared at her feet. She giggled and reached for it eagerly. "I will bring it to him right away!"

She stood outside his door again, shuffling her feet, nervously reaching her hand towards the door. She tapped three times quickly, then went invisible and watched as he opened the door. He laughed and smiled, scooping up the box. She followed him inside, curious about what the box held.

Kevin held the box as he sat on the bed, reading the small tag.

To: Kevin

From: Your secret admirer

She leaned in closer, watching his beautiful smile as he gently unwrapped the gift. He gasped wow as he looked inside and she inched closer, her eagerness getting the better of her.

Kevin jumped as something brushed his arm, clutching the box to his chest. He backed away, his knees hitting his bed. "Whose there?" he shouted with more bravado then he felt. His eyes widened and he sat quickly when she appeared in front of him. He took in her shoulder length blonde curls, petite frame, and her eyes? One green and one blue. She was wearing a yellow sundress, with no shoes.

"Please," she looked afraid, "please don't tell anyone you saw me?! I will get into so much trouble!" She bowed low before him, hands clutched to her chest.

Kevin started to feel bad for her, then remembered himself. "How about you tell me who you are and how you got in and why you are here and then I'll decide who I tell."

"My name is Marisonna, but you can call me Mars, everyone calls me Mars, I got in here with my wings, but I'm not an angel I'm just a cherub and it really is an honor to meet you Prophet, and as to why I am here, well, I am here because my Commander told me to bring you the gifts, because my Commander wishes the Prophet of the Lord to be happy, and are you happy with the gifts my Commander has given you?"

Kevin blinked, wondering if she had even stopped to breathe that entire time. "Okay" he said slowly. "Uh, Mars, you can stop, you know, bowing to me now." She peeked up through her blonde curls at him. "You are a Prophet of the Lord, I would not wish to be disrespectful." Kevin stood up, standing as straight as he could. "Fine, then as the Prophet of the Lord, I command you to stop bowing to me."

She gasped and righted herself. "Yes Prophet."

"And, I, uh, I also command you to call me Kevin, and not Prophet."

"Yes Kevin." She giggled delightfully. "So Pro, err, Kevin, what was the other gift you got? I promise to not tickle your arm with my hair again if you show me?" Kevin smiled, she was cute, well pretty much adorable. He wondered to himself if all cherubs were pretty girls. Grabbing the box, he patted the bed beside him. Giggling again, she sat next to him and looked expectantly at the box. Kevin tilted the box towards her. She looked curiously at the box, and then back at him.

"Kevin?"

"Ya?"

"What does it do? Is it a magic device? Can you eat it?"

Kevin laughed. "It's an IPod, it plays music." He looked up into her unusual eyes. "Do you… like music?"

She clutched his arm. "Yes! Doesn't everyone?"