And this is my contribution for St. Nicholas Day :3
I hope you'll like it and I wish all of you a very happy St. Nicholas Day.

My first T-Story with Kevin :3

Smile, it's Christmas Day!

Christmas had come; the most beautiful time of the year.

Everyone was happy and spent this wonderful time with their loved ones.

Even in the bunker the Christmas spirit had arrived.

The aroma of Christmas cookies filled the air, Christmas decorations could be seen and even a large Christmas tree stood in the living area of the bunker.

Even the Winchester brothers and their heavenly friend Castiel were happy.

It could have been perfect if there wouldn't be one grumpy person…

Kevin wasn't a fan of all this Christmas stuff.

He had been through so many bad things already, had been tortured by Crowley, had been chased by angels and other cruel things…

He knew no longer the feeling of Happiness.

There was only fear, pain, anguish…

All the things that didn't count on Christmas, but he couldn't help it.

Every night he suffered from terrible nightmares.

Nightmares in which he was chased by demons and hellhounds and crazy angels!

Nightmares in which Crowley tortured him until he woke up from the fake pain!

Nightmares in which hellhounds chased after him and tore him apart bit by bit!

Nightmares of angels who stabbed him with their angel blades or burned his eyes!

And every night he woke up screaming and sweating.

And he hated it!

Hated it to be the weakest of the group, hated to be the one who had to stay in the bunker day and night and he hated it to be the one who needed protection from the Winchesters and an angel of the lord. But he also knew that there was no way for him to change all of this. He wasn't a fighter like Sam or Dean or even Castiel.

He was Kevin Tran, a Prophet of the Lord; someone who needed protection, if he liked it or not.

And even today, on Christmas Eve, he couldn't stop thinking about all those things, couldn't keep that scowl off of his face and he knew that he was pissing Sam and Dean off with his behavior. They never told him, but Kevin just knew it that both brothers were sick of his behavior and he knew they wanted to change his mood to the better.

Sam had come to him hours ago and had asked him if he would like to help him in the kitchen, since he wanted to make dinner for all of them, but Kevin just shook his head no, had turned his back on Sam and had disappeared into the living area of the bunker, where he had thrown himself onto the big sofa, had grabbed a book and had started reading.

An hour later Cas had tried it and he had asked him if he wanted to spend some time alone with him, since the angel wanted to go to the neighboring town to get some things for Christmas eve, but again Kevin just shook his head and had ignored the angel afterwards.

And now Dean was looking at the Prophet with a frown.

Sam and Cas had told him what was wrong with Kevin and Dean hated it to see him like that.

Heaven and Hell it was Christmas after all and on Christmas people had to smile and laugh for God's sake!

But Kevin did the complete opposite of said things and it was pissing Dean off!

He wanted to change it, but didn't know how he should do that and so he made his way to the kitchen where Sam was still busy with the cookies he made. Castiel had left a few minutes ago to drive to the town for some "surprises" he wanted to get for all of them and Dean wasn't so sure if he really wanted to know what kind of surprise this would be.

He shook his head, tried to banish these thoughts since Kevin was more important right now.

"Hey Sammy," he greeted his brother as he made his way through the door.

"Hey Dean," Sam answered and without turning around.

"What's up with Kevin? I swear this guy is worse than the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge at once!"

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at this.

"Dude, that's not funny! We need to do something about this or I will go crazy! It's Christmas Eve and Kevin needs to get rid of that scowl!"

This time Sam turned around to look at his brother's face.

"Dean, I and Cas…we already tried to change his mood, but it doesn't matter what we do, it's not working. He keeps ignoring us and I really don't know what we could do to change this."

The older brother thought about it and suddenly a small grin appeared on his face when he got an idea.

"Sammy I think I know how we change little Kevin's mood."

"So? Tell me about it."

"With pleasure little brother. Come here."

And when Dean whispered his plan into his little brother's ear, a wide grin spread across Sam's own face.

This plan could even work…

Kevin was so engrossed in his book that he noticed Sam and Dean only when both brothers sat down next to him; Sam to his right and Dean to his left.

The young prophet looked over the edge of his book, looked at Sam first and then at Dean and he just knew that these two were up to something.

Great, more stupid attempts to get him into a better mood…

"Hey Kev, what are you doing?"

"How does it look like Dean?" the young boy grumbled without looking at the older of the two Winchester brothers.

"Oho, look at that Dean. It can talk," Sam said and Kevin could practically hear the grin in his voice.

"It would like to be alone and read this book if this isn't too much for you two," Kevin snarled.

"My, my. Someone's a sassy little boy, isn't he Sammy?"

"Indeed. And you know what happens to sassy little boys, right?"

"Indeed I know Sammy."

Before Kevin could react, he felt how two strong arms wrapped around his middle and how he was lifted off the sofa for a few seconds, until he was pressed against a strong chest, when Sam let himself fall onto the sofa, Kevin now between his legs and with his back pressed again his chest.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" the young Prophet hissed and he squirmed around in Sam's way too strong grip.

"Nothing Kevin," Dean said with fake innocence in his voice and he lifted the boys legs up, sat down and placed them back on his lap. With one hand he held the legs in place, with the other he started to pull off the sock of his left foot very slowly and now it seemed to dawn inside of Kevin's head.

His eyes widened and he tried to free his legs, but Dean simply wrapped his arm around them and put his feet into an arm lock, with the still free hand he started to peel the other sock off as well.

"No! Dean no! Don't even think about it!"

The elder chuckled and turned his head to look at the prophet's face.

"Relax Kev. I just want to open my Christmas present."

Oh he couldn't be serious!

This wasn't happening!

This just wasn't happening at all!

But the rumble of Sam's chest, when he started to chuckle at him, and the sneaky finger, that dragged ever so lightly and slowly over his now bare sole, was prove enough for him that this was indeed happening and that he couldn't escape at all.

He bit down on his lower lip, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to free himself, but the more he tried, the more Sam wrapped his arms around him to keep him in place and Dean did the same to his legs. He was trapped and he knew that and just the thought alone made this so much worse and he could already feel how hard it was to keep his laughter in. A soft whimper made its way out of his mouth when Dean changed tactics and when he dragged his nail slowly over the surprisingly soft sole of the young prophet and a smirk appeared on his face.

"What's wrong Kevin? Got ticklish footsies?"

The boy growled again and he wished he could kick his "ticklish footsie" right into Dean's face, but all he could do was shaking with silent laughter and balling his hands into fists when Dean found the right spots to tickle.

"Just let it go Kevin. Laugh," Sam whispered into his ear and he made sure that his breath would tickle him as much as Dean's finger did right now.

When Kevin still refused to laugh, Dean had enough of his teasing and he went in for the kill and he let his fingers flutter over the prophet's feet. He paid special attention to the clenching toes and every time he brushed his fingers underneath or over them, a soft squeak would make its way out of Kevin's mouth and the demon hunter could feel how the boy's legs began to tremble with the force with which he still tried to keep his laughter in.

Suddenly Kevin jumped and shrieked and finally his laughter filled the air and Dean turned his head around to see what had happened and he couldn't help but laugh along with the boy when he saw how Kevin had thrown his head back against Sam's shoulder and how he was shaking with laughter and squirming around in the strong grip of his little brother.

Sam was wiggling his fingers over the boy's sides and ribs as best as he could and it seemed he had found gold where he was currently tickling him, because Kevin was practically wheezing with loud laughter!

When Dean went back to his foot tickling Kevin was sure that he was in Hell right now!

Great, trapped in hell with two overexcited tickle demons…

"STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!" he begged over and over again as he laughed and shrieked and squirmed around under his tormenters merciless fingers.

"Stop? But why Kevin? How can we stop when you have sooooo much fun?" Sam teased and he dug his fingers a bit deeper into his sides, getting another shriek from him and more frantic laughter.

"There is no way in hell we will stop this right now Kev! You have been a grumpy little bitch all day long. It's about time you let loose and laugh for us."

And when Dean started to rake his nails all over his feet, Kevin's laughter went silent for a moment and he arched his back. He could feel the shaking of Sam's chest when he laughed along with him, could also hear Dean's laughter over his own and somehow this made him laugh even more and…it made him feel good?

Each stroke of those nimble fingers under his feet or on his sides made him lose his mind more and more. He forgot about the nightmares, forgot about Crowley and he forgot about all those bad things that had happen to him.

Left was only joy, laughter and the feeling of being a little brother right here and right now and if he was honest: this was the best feeling in the world!

And suddenly…it stopped.

The fingers disappeared from his feet and the fingers on his sides stopped moving and he could stop laughing.

When he opened his eyes, he looked right into Dean's wide grinning face.

"Just a break Kev. Your face was turning into an interesting shade of red."

While he was talking he stood up and made his way to the Christmas tree that stood in the corner of the room. He bent down and grabbed something, which Kevin couldn't see, since Dean was hiding it from him. Then he made his way back to the sofa and this time he carefully sat down on Kevin's shins to keep his legs pinned and in place.

The moment he set to work, the Prophet started giggling again.

"W-what a-ahh! D-Dean! What are you…dohohoing?" he asked, giggling as he could feel how the older Hunter wrapped something around his big toes and tied them together.

Dean was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and he couldn't help but chuckle himself.

"Hold still Kev. I am just trying to wrap my Christmas present up again," he teased and he wrapped another strand of golden ribbon around Kevin's big toes, before he bind it to a small loop.

With satisfaction he looked at his work and his grin widened so much that his cheeks started to hurt slightly.

"That looks nice but I think there is still something missing…"

He grinned and grabbed the other thing he had taken with him.

Then he turned his head around to look at his brother.

"Hold him firmly Sammy."

Before Sam could answer, Kevin threw his head back against his shoulder again and screamed with laughter!

He twisted his body from left to right, tried to pull his legs out from under Dean's butt and he tried to escape from Sam's iron grip. But he couldn't do any of this. He could just lay there and laugh and laugh and laugh as this…thing on his feet tickled him to tears!

"My god, Dean! What the hell are you doing to him?" Sam asked, laughing himself as Kevin let out another shriek of loud laughter and arched his back under this torment.

"D-DEAN! DEAN! OH GOHOHOD! DEAAAAN! AHH! S-STAHAHAHA…STOP IT!"

Dean could hardly stop laughing himself and he kept tickling Kevin's feet with the small Christmas tree branch he had taken with him. The soft needles of the branch seemed to tickle like crazy and it produced the sweetest sounds of laughter Dean has ever heard coming out of Kevin's mouth. He didn't want it to stop ever again and when he used the small branch in between the Prophets toes (of course he was very careful not to hurt him), Kevin's laughter went silent and that's when the hunter stopped.

Kevin was still laughing when he slumped back against Sam's chest, using his shoulders to wipe the mirthful tears from his eyes, since Sam still kept his iron grip around his upper body.

When he opened one of his eyes, he looked right into Dean's wide grinning face.

"Feeling better now kiddo?" he asked him with so much playfulness in his voice that Kevin couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes. I feel much better now…but my stomach hurts, thanks to you!" he growled playfully, but the grin on his own lips betrayed him.

Dean chuckled and his eyes went back to the pair of feet that were still trapped underneath his thighs. Then his gaze wandered further until it stopped at a much bigger foot right next to Kevin's feet and the evil grin was right back on his face.

Kevin could feel Sam shudder and a wide grin spread across the young Prophet's own face when he knew what Dean was up to.

"Look at that. Another ticklish footsie~," Dean cooed.

Moments later Sam's loud, booming laughter echoed through the bunker that mingled with Dean's and Kevin's highly amused laughter…

When Cas came back later, he found the three laying on the ground of the living room, tickling the living daylight out of each other and he decided it was better to leave them alone and he quickly turned around and left the room, before any of them could get "funny ideas", involving him.

These dorks…

But that was what Christmas stood for:

Joy, laughter and the feeling of being a family…

The End