Late November 2013:
"Go back to sleep, Mom." Kevin placed his hand—gloved in black—over his mother's small fingers, mostly trying to comfort himself.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a baby." But she laid back down to appease him, though she felt a little trapped in the small warded room, when she couldn't even see her son's face because he was covered head to toe in protective gear. She sighed at him, and squeezed his hand reassuringly.
Kevin hunched his shoulders.
Ms. Tran smiled at him.
She knew she wasn't going to last longer than twenty-four hours, and Kevin knew that too, but they could at least pretend to be hopeful.
Even though there were all sorts of symbols scrawled in the room and outside of the door, and between this room and the rest of the HQ were doors and doors, all of them warded, and all of them sanitized constantly, and there was what amounted to a miniature hand-made carwash at the final door as well as a shower and an impromptu airlock.
Amazing what Ash could do, even after the apocalypse.
She felt trapped but she'd rather be a mouse in a cage than get everyone else sick.
Except that bastard Crowley. He could crawl into a hole and die for all she cared. She didn't even know why they let him stay, considering all the bullshit he'd pulled before the world went to Hell.
Ms. Tran sat up a little, shushing Kevin's fussing and pulling him into a tight hug. "You're so special, Kevin."
"Mom," Kevin wrapped his arms tight around her. "Please don't talk like you're gonna die."
She laughed. "Whatever you say, dummy."
They sat like that for awhile.
All night, actually.
Kevin didn't sleep all night, and he didn't cry.
He just held his mama in his arms until Chuck came to get him out of the way so that the Winchesters could burn her body.