Author's Note: I'm sorry it's been such a long time since my last update! I got really sick and then I had papers to catch up on. Now I'm starting exam time, but I'm hoping to slowly start picking up with my fics again. Thanks to Mary Mab and BlackRoseea for requesting a part 2 of Madison's story. I am in process of writing it, but I got a little stuck and so I'm working on my other one-shot ideas while putting the Madison story on back burner to simmer. I hope you enjoy this one shot!

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Let's Go Take a Howl at that Moon, Kevin Tran

Characters: Kevin Tran, Crowley, Mrs. Tran

Song: Radioactive (Imagine Dragons)

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Sam and Dean Winchester don't care about you. If you stay with them, you're just going to die. But if you let me go, I'll make sure you're okay. And I'll give you back your mother.

The words echoed in Kevin Tran's ears. Brain. They vibrated in his chest cavity and made his hands shake.

He tried to ignore them. He couldn't trust Crowley. He was the King of Hell, after all. Crowley lied. He lied as if his life depended on it. His mother couldn't be alive – it was impossible. And Crowley helping him?! Ha! Yeah, right. If he let Crowley go free, the only result he would get was Crowley running back to the safety of his kingdom and a pair of very disappointed and angry Winchesters.

But even though he told himself this over and over again, he couldn't help remembering what Crowley had said: Sam and Dean don't care about you. They only care about each other. If risking you meant saving one of them, they'd take that option without a thought. They're doing it already.

Could it be true? He knew that Sam was the most important thing to Dean and vice versa. But would they really do something to Kevin? They had saved him from Crowley so far. But what if Crowley wasn't the bad guy here?

As Kevin walked down the hall, he could still hear Crowley's muffled voice calling after him through the heavy doors to the dungeon. He hesitated.

And then Kevin Tran did what he would have viewed as unthinkable. That is, it was unthinkable until his mom went missing.

He turned around and went back into the dungeon to make a deal with the King of Hell.

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When the door opened, Kevin's heart fell right down his toes... or at least, that's what it felt like.

His mother was kneeling on the door – hair uncombed, dirty, blood-matted, her clothes dirty and torn, her skin dirty... actually, dirty was a good word to describe every part of her. Her skin was covered in wounds. It was a pitiful site, but it made a rage rise within him. He stood with moving, just looking, his body beginning to shake.

Crowley strode forward. "I said to keep her locked up, not torture her! How dare you disobey my direct orders!" His voice had an anger in it that surprised Kevin. Did he really care that much? Could Crowley even care?

The two demons who had been taking "care" of Mrs. Tran backed away, looks of pure terror on their faces. One had red hair and glasses, the other looked like a K-pop star. (Kevin absolutely hated K-pop.)

Mrs. Tran looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

"K...evin? Is that you?" she asked, her voice raspy as if she had worn it out from screaming.

Those eyes and that voice seemed to trigger something in Kevin.

It was all a kind of blur. He remembered lunging towards one of the demons, grabbing a knife from the floor that had most likely been used to torture his mother. The demon backed away into the cement wall and Kevin practically fell on him, slashing and stabbing.

This is for what you did to my mother! He remembered screaming at the demon. Or was it never underestimate a Tran?!

All he knew was that he found himself standing over two bodies that had been mutilated out of recognition, and he, Kevin Tran, was standing over them with his hands bloodied.

They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die. But Kevin realized that it happens when you're overwhelmed, too.

Who would think that Kevin Tran, Advanced Placement, would come to this.

Maybe if a Winchester was around, he would have gone a different way. Dean would have asked, "Kevin?!" with wide eyes. Sam would have said, "It's okay, man. We'll figure this out," and Dean would have added, "The dicks deserved it ,anyway."

But there was no Winchester around, and when Kevin turned he saw the King of Hell with a satisfied little smile on his lips.

"Well done, Kevin."

And in that moment, Kevin saw not his past, but his future, flash before his eyes. He was a Prophet, after all. He guessed that a gift of prophecy should come along with the title.

Kevin Tran, best friend to the King of Hell. Kevin Tran, one of the most feared demons of them all. His main quest? To kill the Winchesters.

A slow grin suddenly spread over Kevin's face and he stepped forward towards Crowley.

"You know what? Screw the deal. I want to become a demon right now. I want to work with you to get rid of the Winchesters."

From the look on the demon's face, Crowley was taken aback for a moment, but after a slight hesitation, he smirked and held out his hand for Kevin to shake. As Kevin took it, Crowley stepped forward and plunged a blade into Kevin's chest - going through excruciating layer upon layer of skin before reaching his heart. As Kevin took his last breath, he heard Crowley's faint words.

"Welcome to the club, son."

He had never known his father. But maybe Crowley could be a new one, a better one than that son of a bitch who had left his mother to scrape for a living. And in hell, Mrs. Tran could be a queen. He had seen the looks that Crowley had given his mother and suddenly understood them. And he, Kevin Tran, had been the only thing in the way because Crowley had wanted his approval. Well, he would have it.

But as his soul was about to lift from his lifeless form, crumpled in Crowley's arms - being held oh so tenderly - the soul jumped, skipped, and then settled. Crowley's voice came back to him, the pitch faint but growing stronger.

"What you're feeling right now - it's not death. It's life - a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Kevin. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon."

Kevin opened his eyes and breathed, feeling something new, something stronger in his limbs. He had one last recollection of his past before he forgot it for good - he wasn't the scrawny little goody-two-shoes anymore.

Welcome to the new age.