A Cup of Milk Makes the Night More Calm

Kevin stood between two demons in a dimly lit warehouse. His hair was cut short and he had just gotten back from both a manicure and a pedicure. He'd been in a similar situation before years ago. It had happened way before the angels became babies and God popped up. Years ago he stood between two demons with his hair cut short and his body pampered. He wasn't just standing around to look pretty between the two demons during the time. He had been waiting; for Crowley. The king had wanted him to read a tablet at the time. Kevin expected Crowley to ask the same now.

"He's late," Kevin grumbled to the two demons at his side. The demons remained silent. "Crowley's hardly ever this tardy…even in dreams." The demons at his side didn't say a word. They only continued staring out into the distance, alert and posed like any of Crowley's little soldiers.

Sighing, Kevin went silent too and patiently waited for Crowley to appear. The dream wasn't something new to Kevin. Being held prisoner by the king while the Winchesters did their usual thing had done more to Kevin than what the Winchesters actually knew. The experience had terrified the young prophet. He had been a collage kid at the time, scared and inexperienced when it came to the world of the supernatural. It was all so knew to him and he got to spend his first experiences with it all with Crowley and a bunch of black eyed beasts. After years of being chased by Crowley and other monsters though, Kevin grew used to the experiences and eventually found the help of the Winchesters.

"He's here," the demon on Kevin's right voiced suddenly. Kevin straightened, preparing himself for the dream. He watched as a figure appeared in the shadows of the warehouse and frowned. Why was Crowley hiding? Crowley wasn't one to hide when he could make some smarmy comeback instead. Perhaps it was for suspense? Kevin kept still, watching and waiting. Time ticked by, but Crowley did not move from the shadows. Kevin's skin tingled and anxiousness squeezed at his soul.

"Crowley?" Kevin called. He received a cackle in answer, but it wasn't Crowley's. This laugh was deep and dark, sounding almost like a voice echoing in a cave.

"His highness is not present, young prophet," the voice whispered. The figure stepped out of the dark and Kevin sucked in a breath on seeing a figure draped in a cloak. Kevin tried to step back, but the demons held him tight. Kevin had heard about the man in the cloak. Dean had told them about his dream of hell and everyone had heard about Balthazar's nightmares. They were all different, but still so similar and the nervousness Kevin had felt previously twisted into fear.

"Who…who are you? Why are you m…messing with our dreams?" Kevin questioned. The figure chuckled, dropping its cloak and letting it fall. Beneath the cloak was a cloud of demon smoke.

"Who I am is not important. Why I'm playing with your dreams? Oh, well the answer to that is simple…" Kevin suddenly felt pain rush through his body and he cried out, falling to his knees. "…It's fun!" Kevin choked up a wad of blood as his stomach turned. His lungs ached and his skin tingled pins and needles.

"Kevin?!" The prophet turned, eyes widening when he saw his mother leading the Winchester brothers, Bobby, the angels, and Charlie towards him. Kevin glared in their direction, willing his mind to take control of the dream, but he could not.

"They're not real," Kevin choked, telling himself more than the demon. The demon let out a soft snicker, raising a hand towards the group.

"No, but they're real enough." With a flick of his wrist, the demon's mojo did its stuff. Kevin's family fell to the ground. Screams cried past their lips and they sat on their haunches, clawing at their throats as they struggled to breathe. Blood gushed from their pink eyes and Kevin forced his head down, trying to block out the sight. The demon chortled above him and Kevin felt his own throat close off and blood rush from his eyes. The prophet collapsed, the pile of his dead family being the last he saw before being swallowed into darkness.

Kevin's eyes snapped open and he quickly took in his surroundings. He was no longer in the warehouse with the demons. He was in his poster and book covered room. The mini TV in his room was still on, playing season 4 of Spartacus. The prophet willed himself to calm down and relax, whispering reassurances under his breath that everything was okay. He slowly sat up after his heart steadied. The clock on his wall told him he'd only been asleep two hours, but the prophet knew it was no use to try to sleep now. He would need something strong in order to go under again.

Tossing his covers off, Kevin got up to find something that would do just that. Kevin opened his door and stepped into the hall, tripping on something and tumbling onto his face. Kevin groaned and slowly lifted his head from the cold floor, finding that he hadn't tripped on a toy. He had tripped on Castiel. The prophet frowned and sat up, watching the angel. Cas was walking down the hall in a slow shuffle, steps stumbling like he didn't have control of his own body. His back was facing Kevin and the prophet wondered if he'd meet closed eyes if he spun the angel around.

Kevin reached out, grabbing the angel's arm and the little guy startled, turning around and looking blearily up at the prophet.

"Kevin?" Cas yawned. "What are we doing here?" Kevin frowned at the angel.

"Don't you remember getting out of bed, Cas?" The angel shook his head and rubbed at his eyes again. Kevin let out a soft hum. 'Cas must have been sleepwalking then.'

"Why you up?" Cas questioned. Kevin bit his lip for a second, flashes of the nightmare shining back at him.

"Uh…bad dream," he told the tired angel. Thankfully, Cas was too tired to ask for more detail. Kevin slowly rose to his feet, bringing the angel up with him. "I was going to get some warm milk to help me sleep. Want some?" Cas nodded eagerly in response and the prophet carried him silently down the stairs and into the kitchen. After clattering around the cupboards for a good ten minutes, Kevin found his Darth Vader mug and Castiel's grumpy cat sippy cup Charlie got him from Chicago's Wizard Con. Cas flew to the fridge in the meantime and pulled out the jug of milk, struggling to fly the heavy container to the prophet, but he managed. With mugs and milk found, Kevin poured each cup full. He then stuck them into the microwave, too tired to pull out a pan and heat the milk over the stove. Together, the angel and prophet watched the numbers on the microwave countdown until it let out a loud beep to signal its finish. Kevin took the two steaming cups from inside the contraption then, setting them down on the counter. When Cas reached for his cup, Kevin smacked his hands away, holding a finger up to the angel before hurrying to the cabinet. Castiel watched him in confusion, eyes brightening when he watched Kevin pull out a jar of honey. Kevin grinned back with his eyes and took out a spoon from the drawer by the sink. He scooped out a generous amount of honey and stirred it all up with the milk. When finished, Kevin handed Cas the grumpy cup sippy cup and grabbed his own mug before picking the angel up carefully with one hand and carrying him to the living room. The two sprawled out on the couch and Kevin grabbed the remote. They surfed through the channels, stopping on a channel that was playing Mary Poppins.

"This good enough, Cas…?" The prophet trailed off, finding that Castiel had fallen asleep by his side. Kevin smiled at the angel and set the grumpy cat mug on the coffee table nearby before adjusting Cas so the angel was more comfortable in his sleep. Kevin curled up next to the angel and Cas' wings stretched out, covering what little they could. Kevin let out a comfortable sigh and closed his eyes; the soft singing of 'A Spoon Full of Sugar' lulling him into a dreamless sleep.