Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For Hinfallend - After watching episode 8x15, I'd really like to see Sam and Dean having flashbacks. Both of them waking up from nightmares, or something triggering a hell flashback for both of them at the same time, and they get stuck in their heads so they can't help each other through the memories. And could Kevin be thrown in there somehow? Maybe it be told from his point of view?

A/N: I'm not entirely sure I have Kevin's voice in my head yet but I did my best here. :D

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Kevin looked up from the tablet and squeezed his eyes closed, rubbing the palms of his hands into them. Sometimes it felt like his brain was going to melt out through his eye balls. He groaned softly and then froze. Time routinely got away from him when he was translating and sometimes he would lose track of it; think that something happened weeks ago that actually happened days ago. He had a feeling like that now…he'd forgotten something. He dropped his hands from his eyes and looked up, eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, right." Kevin looked over and saw Dean stretched out in a chair with his legs up on a table, head back against a wall, snoring softly. Across from him, Sam sat on the other side of the table, slumped over using his arms for a pillow and equally asleep. He looked at the two Hunters and remembered they had come in with supplies. He frowned, quiet sure Sam had asked him something about the tablet, and then he'd gone back to it and…

"Wonder how long ago that was," Kevin muttered and stood up, stretching and listening to his joints crack and pop. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin and shook several out into his hand, dry-swallowing them before washing them down with a swallow of coffee gone far too cold.

"Yech." Kevin grimaced and went to the coffee maker. He stared at it and willed the pot not to be as empty as it was. "I need a coffee fairy." He wondered how long it had been since his mom had been there. She would have made him coffee. He snorted as he filled the pot. She also would have made him eat and sleep in an actual bed instead of hunched over the tablet. Kevin hit the power button and couldn't stop from leaning over and putting his nose near the mouth of the pot to breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of the brewing coffee as the first few drops trickled out. "Must brew faster."

He straightened with a groan and looked back at the brothers. Dean had spun some ridiculous yarn when they arrived about a dog who was a woman and apparently very hot and then there'd been some bestiality jokes that Kevin decided he wasn't going to even try to remember. He shook his head. He had too much crap in his head already and not enough room. Something else had happened too, though neither man had wanted to discuss it, but he got the impression it had upset them both. Kevin went to his wall where he was mapping out the things he learned. A soft moan drew his eyes back and he watched as Dean twitched in his sleep.

"Dean?" Kevin enjoyed the quiet and didn't necessarily want the man up and telling tall tales again, and Dean awake had a way of filling a room with a kind of constant, buzzing energy that Kevin found vaguely unsettling, especially after so many hours of quiet isolation, but he knew how much nightmares sucked. He went over and held a hand over Dean's shoulder, leery of touching him in his sleep. He was a Hunter, and Kevin knew Dean's reflexes could accidentally kill him without even realizing. Kevin nodded and turned away. He searched around the shelves until he found the old yardstick Garth had brought his mom. She'd making ridiculous plans to decorate or some crap. Kevin smirked and rolled his eyes. She actually wanted to put curtains up on the stupid barge.

He went back to Dean and stood at a safe distance as he started to jerk in the grip of his nightmare. Kevin poked Dean's hip with the yard stick. "Dean. Wake up." He looked over in surprise as Sam suddenly gave a moan of his own, and Kevin could hear his breathing picking up in distress. "What the crap?" He leaned over the table and tapped the back of Sam's shaggy head with the yardstick. Nothing happened.

Kevin groaned. "Aw, come on, guys! I've got work to do, you know?" He gave Dean a solid poke in the ribs as the older man's head rolled. "I so do not have time for this. Dammit." Kevin tossed the yardstick on the table and went to his desk. He hunted through the piles of papers until he found his phone and hit the speed dial.

"Garth. Sam and Dean are here and they won't wake up." Kevin listened to the other Hunter and rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to know? I was translating. I don't know. They're having nightmares or something….yes, both of them. Again…how do I know this?" He sighed and nodded. "Fine. But if one of them kills me, I will haunt you." He flipped the phone closed and went to the sink. He filled an empty cup with the coldest water he could manage and went back to the table.

"This is a very bad idea." Kevin looked between the two men, both moaning and twitching in whatever nightmares they were caught in and decided Sam was least likely to tear his head off. He held the cup over Sam's head and poured the water down on his face. Sam twitched, sputtered, and then erupted up out of his chair with a shout like he was spring-loaded. Kevin suddenly found himself lying on the floor with one very pissed off, dripping Winchester sitting on his chest and a fist aimed at his face. "Sam!"

Sam froze and looked down as the last vestiges of the nightmare left him. "Kevin?" He blinked in surprise and then looked over as Dean suddenly jerked up and his chair clattered to the floor as his big brother stood over him in a fighting stance, heaving for breath as Sam was.

"Uh…Sam. No offense, but…you weigh a ton, man." Kevin waved at him from the floor and tried a smile, hoping he wasn't going to be picking his teeth off the floor in a minute. "Can, uh…can I get up?"

"What? Oh. Uh…wow. Kevin, I'm sorry." Sam stood hastily and took the kid's hand, pulling him to his feet. He ran a hand through his wet hair, shoving it out of his eyes. "What the hell?"

Dean staggered back a step and rubbed his hands over his face. He was never so grateful for his ingrained response to the sound of his brother's voice raised in alarm. Sam's shout had dragged him out of the nightmare…he shook his head. "Sam, you alright?"

Sam nodded, shook his head and then nodded again. "I don't…man, that was weird."

"Nightmares?" Dean asked softly.

Sam nodded. "Oh, yeah." He paused and glanced over at his brother. "Like in the bar, when the…"

"Yeah. Me too." Dean cut him off and gave himself a shake. They stared at each other for a second, both trying to drag themselves fully back to the present after the nightmares of their time spent in their individual versions of hell – the nightmares triggered by the flashbacks at the bar had been vividly real in their pain and terror, and reluctant to give up their hold over their victims' subconscious minds.

Kevin watched them and frowned. He realized suddenly he had this image of them as sort of…untouchable; like they didn't let things bother them - good, bad, people dying…they always seemed a little cold. It was one of the things that aggravated him about them, especially Sam since he'd left Kevin on his own for a whole damn year. Yet now, as he watched Dean wrap a hand around his brother's shoulder and slide it up to his neck as Sam dropped his head and closed his eyes taking a deep breath to obviously settle himself…he realized how wrong he was. They were just as screwed up about all the evil shit as he was; they just did a better job of hiding it and dealing with it.

"There's coffee." Kevin said suddenly and shrugged when both men looked at him in surprise. "I…made coffee while you two were…whatever. I have work to do." He went back to his desk and sat, picking up the tablet and focusing all his attention on it once more. He startled and blinked his vision back to normal as a coffee mug appeared in front of face.

"Huh?" Kevin looked up and found Sam standing next to him with an understanding smile. "Oh, thanks."

Sam rubbed a hand through his now mostly dry hair and nodded. "Thanks, Kevin."

Kevin nodded and glanced up to see Dean frying…something on the stove. It smelled good and he smirked as he realized it was bacon. Of course it was bacon.

"Don't crawl back into word of God land just yet, Kev." Dean turned his head and gave him a lopsided grin. "Food."

"Dude, that's bacon. It's not a whole meal." Sam rolled his eyes and went over to him.

"Blasphemy!" Dean glared at him. "This is bacon. It's everything."

Kevin watched them, listening to them irritate each other and saw it for the coping mechanism it was. This was how they kept perspective and how they didn't just curl up in the corner and cry. They pretended they were alright. He smiled sadly watching them and took a sip of his coffee. He saw Dean giving long, concerned looks at Sam behind his back and saw Sam surreptitiously coughing into his elbow when he thought Dean wasn't looking. Kevin smiled and nodded when Dean plated up bacon and eggs and held it up for him. He really wanted to get back to the translation, but…

"Gotta feed that brain, you're gonna keep using it this hard." Dean grinned and slapped a hand up the back of his brother's head. "Been telling geekboy here that for years. He doesn't listen to me."

"Dude." Sam glared and straightened his hair. "I don't listen because you're a pain in the ass, and I do eat."

"Rabbit food, Sammy. You see rabbits savin' the world?" Dean shrugged and raised his hands. "Nope. Too stupid."

"That…is not an argument," Sam said with a laugh and took his plate from his brother before sitting next to Kevin. "Ignore him."

Kevin chuckled and dug into his eggs, raising a brow at how good they were. He tended to just shovel whatever was handy in his mouth these days so he could get back to translating, but this was worth losing twenty minutes. "Damn."

Dean nodded with a self-satisfied smile for him. "I know. I'm awesome."

Kevin let them talk and spar over the top of him and soaked up the feeling that, at least for a little while, he seemed to have been absorbed into their family as they fed him, poured him coffee, and teased him before finally announcing they were going to be on their way again.

"Thanks, guys." Kevin said and actually meant it. "Now, can you go and stop distracting me so I can finish this?"

Dean smirked and clapped a hand to his shoulder. "So rude. Come on, Sammy."

"You are a distraction." Sam laughed and smiled at Kevin as he pulled the cabin door open and let Dean leave ahead of him. "Remember to take a break once in a while, Kevin. Please?"

Kevin nodded but said nothing. Once they were gone, he took his coffee back to his desk and the tablet and snorted a laugh when he found the little plate of bacon waiting for him. "Brain food," he said softly and bit into a piece while he turned back to the tablet and listened to the sound of the Impala's engine fading into the distance.

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The End.

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