Nothing in his life was simple. There wasn't a single simple relationship in his life. That's not to say that every relationship was deep and meaningful. They were all just endlessly complicated. There was not one person in his life that he didn't have mixed feelings about. How screwed up is that?
His mother. Now that one was pretty obvious. She meant well, but she was downright suffocating. It didn't matter how much time passed. That he was an adult. That he had proven himself countless times against demons. She would always see him as a child. He loved his mother, but she was beyond frustrating. It was hopeless. Things between them could never change because of her stubbornness. That didn't change the fact that he loved her.
Channing. He cared for her. He even thought he loved her. He couldn't be positive about it. They barely saw each other. Channing pursued him. He felt lucky just to be wanted. She was pushy and demanding. He had always been so meek. He had grown so much over his ordeal. If he had met her now, would he still be fond of her? He knew the answer, and he didn't much like it.
He felt a certain kinship to Sam. Sam was normally good conversation whenever the younger Winchester had a few moments to spare, even if that wasn't very often. He could see the sympathy in Sam's eyes when he looked at him. He was getting more and more introverted, but at the time Kevin couldn't spare time or energy to dwell on it.
What could he say about Dean? Dean was strong. He was also boorish and stubborn. Dean knew how to soldier on. Sometimes Kevin wondered if that was all Dean knew how to do. Dean brought him what he needed to get the job done, but it was obvious that he cared about as much for Kevin's wellbeing as he did for his own. And if you listened to Sam for more than ten minutes, you would know that wasn't a hell of a lot.
He didn't even want to get into his relationship with Crowley. That was mostly because it was so impossible to describe.
When he first met Crowley he hated him. Over time he hated him even more. He didn't know that he could hate a person so much. He hurt him, and he made his life hell. Then he killed Channing. He thought that Crowley had killed his mother. He tortured him physically and mentally.
When the Winchesters brought Crowley back to the bunker, he was speechless. He didn't know how to express his outrage that they had dared to force him to share 'living space' with that demon. He knew that the Winchesters didn't have much choice when he looked back on it, but he couldn't help but be difficult given their past.
When he went down to the basement to confront the chained-up Crowley, he could tell that something had changed. Of course the Winchesters weren't forthcoming in information, but Kevin could tell that something was off with the King of Hell. It was only in reflection, because at the time he had been so pissed at the demon he wouldn't have noticed if they rest of the basement had caught on fire, and alarms started blaring.
Then there were the odd requests. He didn't know what information they needed from Crowley, but Sam had insisted that it was important. Then he gave him that soulful look. He didn't know why it was always so hard to turn down Sam, but he somehow ended up in the basement.
When they asked for his blood, he thought it was weird. Then again, everything in his life was weird. He shrugged it off, and gave in to the Winchester's blood drive. He really would've asked, but he had been working for four days straight and had a horrible headache. So basically he gave in because he couldn't stand the thought of a long conversation.
Then the Winchesters sat in his doorway looking awkward and uncomfortable. He assumed that it had something to do with Cas, but he put down the tablet regardless. He waited for them to start talking. It seemed bizarre that they were going to tell him something without Kevin having to pry it from them.
And then it made sense. He crossed his arms and shook his head muttering, 'No, no, no. That's not happening. Don't care. Shut up. Isn't happening. Do it yourself. He can just screw himself. I've done enough. Not happening.'
Dean shrugged and left the room. It was obvious that this went exactly as he had predicted. Sam held his ground in the room, looking tired with his eyebrows knit. Kevin ignored the sigh that he knew came from the younger Winchester.
'Look. It's crazy. I know it's crazy. I hate asking you to do this. Really. If we had any other option, I would've just ignored him. Doesn't the fact that we came down here to ask you show you how few options we have here?'
He bit his bottom lip and let his arms fall to his side, 'Yeah. But I'm really supposed to go downstairs and give him a backrub? Am I supposed to make pleasant conversation and act like I don't hate his guts too?'
'No. You just go down there and give him a backrub. You don't have to say anything to him. You don't even have to listen to him. In fact, it's probably best that you don't.'
Kevin gritted his teeth, 'No. I don't care. I'm not touching him. You do it. Better yet. Have Dean do it. I'm sure he'd love messing with him.'
'He doesn't want me or Dean. Believe it or not, we've done this already. He's bored of making gay jokes at Dean and waiting to see how long until he storms off,' Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling unpleasant memories.
The young prophet shook his head, 'Then you better start praying to Castiel,' he leaned forward and starting speaking through clenched teeth, 'Because it's more likely you'll be able to get him to do it.'
Sam rubbed his temples. Kevin could tell the shape Sam was in, but he didn't really care. He was only on Team Winchester because he didn't really have any other option. He wasn't going to buckle just because Sam asked nicely every once and a while. Most of the time they were inconsiderate assholes.
'I'm sorry. I really am. I know this isn't easy. I know that you hate that we brought him here. I know what we're doing isn't fair. I'm sorry. But I still have to ask you.'
'You've asked me. I just said no. You've got your answer. Take it and go,' Kevin uncrossed his arms to shoo away the annoyance.
Sam stopped talking, but he continued to sit there. His gaze didn't falter. He just continued to look at Kevin with that same sad puppy dog look.
He knew he shouldn't push his luck, but it was now or never, 'You're working harder because the trials fell through, right?'
The look on Sam's face told him that he shouldn't have brought it up. It wasn't exactly Kevin's fault. Everything seemed to be a sore spot for the Winchesters. He wanted to know what had gone wrong, even if it was horrible. He wasn't a child. He didn't deserve to be excluded, just because he didn't do field work.
'Yeah,' Sam muttered under his breath, 'We should've closed the gates, but we didn't.'
Kevin gave a little sigh and shook his head, 'It's a Winchester thing, right? Family comes first, then the world?'
The pitifully sad smile on Sam's face said it all. Kevin had his suspicions. He was upset that it had gone awry after all the work he put into it, but he had known that it must have come down to the world or one of their lives. He knew what they'd both always choose.
'I don't believe I'm doing this,' he muttered walking briskly past Sam, dodging past a surprised Dean, who had likely been eavesdropping and straight down into the basement.
He started his descent on the stairs loudly, his footsteps angry. He could hear the demon starting to hum on the other side of the 'dungeon'. He felt even more annoyed. He didn't look back, even though he knew that the brothers followed him.
When he entered Crowley opened his mouth and Kevin stated firmly, 'Shut it.' Crowley's eyes widened in mock surprised and his mouth formed an, 'O' as if Kevin's actions shocked him. Kevin knew better. And he didn't really care.
'I'm going to do this. You better give the Winchesters what you promise. No if, ands or buts. And no loopholes,' Kevin said with irritated conviction.
When he noticed the demon's head nodding, he started rubbing his shoulders with a sigh. He paid no mind to the pleased noises coming from Crowley. He didn't really have any experience, and he didn't really care if the demon enjoyed himself. Though it seemed that at least Crowley seemed to be enjoying it.
So for good measure Kevin decided to knead rougher. Crowley moaned loudly. He applied more pressure. He was rewarded with a pleased gasp. He should've known better. It didn't matter how rough he was, or if he tried to hurt the demon. Because Crowley liked pain.
The time for reminiscing was over. Kevin tilted his head back and looked towards the door to his bathroom. He heard movement. He saved his game file and exited out. It looks like play time is over.
A/N: Chapter 10. Oh, wow. Another milestone. Honestly when I started writing this fic, I figured I'd just write a few chapters. I thought that no one would be interested and I'd wind up dropping it after a month or so. But oh my god. People are reading this? Seriously? Thank you guys so much for sticking around, reading and reviewing. You guys mean so much and you're the only reason it's made it this far. ShadowWriter2199 has actually translated this into Spanish. I'm both shocked and amazed. If your first language is Spanish and you think you'd be more comfortable reading it in that format, I encourage you to read her translation.