(A/N: OmfCbhbf... Yeah, it keeps going. Not that it should, but it does.
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"Kevin?... KEVIN?" Dean shook him, hard. "C'mon, I'll let you sleep, just tell me if you're okay."
Kevin was trembling, but still unconscious.
"Shit... don't do this... oh, god, what are you supposed to do for that?..."
Dean recalled making an offhand comment about epilepsy once, and Sam had corrected him, so he knew not to try to put anything in Kevin's mouth.
He made sure his arms and legs were out of range of the headboard and nightstands, and waited to make sure he didn't fall off the bed.
When Kevin came around, he was on the bed by himself. The blanket, top sheet, and pillows had been removed.
Dean had pulled on a pair of jeans, and picked up Kevin's clothes, as they now hung on the back of a chair.
"Hey... are you okay?" Dean asked.
Kevin smirked, "I thought I was supposed to ask you that?... Where's the blanket?"
"Kevin... you had a seizure." Dean said clearly. "You, um, you have any history of doing that before? Or maybe it runs in your family?"
Kevin shook his head. "No. Well, I woke up on the floor when the whole prophet thing started."
Dean passed Kevin his clothes. "Sam's going to be back soon... You feeling okay right now?"
"I feel... pretty good... really relaxed. Kinda hungry." Kevin said, pulling his clothes on.
He got off the bed, and started to the door, Dean staying close behind him. He was about to open the door when Dean pulled on his arm to get him to turn around. "Hang on... You scared the crap out of me."
Kevin wasn't sure if he should apologize, but Dean pulled him closer and started to kiss him, gently. Kevin kissed back a little harder, but Dean broke away. "Hey, don't start that again. Just, uh, if it happens again, tell me?"
Kevin nodded, and left the room.
Kevin ate well at dinner that evening. His stamina where the angel tablet was concerned had certainly increased, and walking down the hall to the bathroom didn't feel as tedious a chore as it had been.
After a few days of feeling better, and finding it far easier to talk to Sam and Dean in a more public way without thinking about his new extracurricular activities, he felt far less anxious as well.
Sitting at his desk, he glanced at the clock on his computer. Nearly 11:30, Sam would be checking on him any time, to remind him human bodies need sleep.
He pulled open the drawer of his desk, as he had found himself doing the day before, running the soft pads of his fingers over the rough edges of the leather, the sharper parts of the buckle, and the depressions of the tooling on the collar.
At the sound of the door creaking open, Kevin quickly shut the drawer, and turned to see Sam in the doorway.
"You're not planning on staying up all night, are you?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Just getting wound down. See?" Kevin pointed to the angel tablet, out of reach on the far side of the desk.
"You seem calmer, maybe it's helping, y'know, eating real food, sleeping at normal times. Fresh air..." Sam said, nodding.
"I'm sure that's it." Kevin said, smiling to hide his smirk.
"Okay, uh... g'night." Sam said, closing the door.
"'Night, Sam." Kevin said, turning back to his desk.
He listened intently as Sam's quiet footsteps retreated, before throwing the drawer open, and tossing the collar onto the desk. He stared at it for a moment before turning it slightly, bringing the buckle dead center to his point of view.
Unconsciously, he licked his lips, leaving them parted. In his minds eye, he considered the collar... watching in a mirror as Dean tightened it around his throat, forcing him to watch... his own hands putting it on Dean, while Dean was on his back on the floor, struggling to free his upper arms from Kevin's thighs... or as Dean knelt perfectly still at his feet... or they each had one, and a chain attached, and sitting in that wooden chair in the dungeon like it was the throne of Hell itself, holding their leashes...
"Why the hell does that keep happening?!" Kevin muttered.
Shaking the image of Crowley from his mind, he rummaged through his things until he found a bottle of lotion. He tossed it onto the bed, and quickly stripped off his clothes before returning to the desk.
He glanced at the door, considering locking it, but since Sam had already checked on him, the only other person in the bunker that might open it would be Dean. Turning down Dean's company by accident wasn't something he wanted.
Putting it around his neck, Dean's words and actions in the dungeon came back to him, flooding his mind, quickening his pulse and breathing.
Dean had claimed ownership of his body, not allowing him to cover himself, to touch his own skin... Right now, that's mine.
Kevin shuddered, moving back to the bed. The feeling of Dean moving him across the room, bending him over the chair the feel of Dean's hands on his body, and then inside of him...
Master... Kevin quickly slicked himself up with the lotion, and rolled onto his side. He thrust slightly against his right hand as he moved his left between his open legs, fingers finding his entrance, and pressing inside. His gasps broke moans of incoherent whispers as he searched himself. He tried hard to find that angle, that place Dean had found so easily. It was as though nothing was there.
Kevin continued to rock against his hand, trying to relax, trying to give in to his wants, and enjoy the feel of his hands, but it was actually starting to make him feel worse.
Squirming slightly, his slender body giving a small writhe against his sheets, he abandoned his hard member, grasping for the collar. He tugged at it as he rolled onto his stomach, still fingering his entrance, his mind somewhere in the dungeon.
He thrust impatiently against the mattress, trying hard to bring physical sensations up from the cloudy memory that housed them. It wasn't working.
In anger and frustration, he pulled his fingers out too roughly, instantly regretting it. Examining his hand, his fingers were tinged with red.
His body had betrayed him, he was sure. Stupid prophet crap.
Two days later, Kevin was in the library, writing furiously when a plate with a sandwich was suddenly hovering under his bent head.
"It's three. You said you were gonna stop and eat at noon, you didn't." Kevin shook his head and huffed impatiently, pushing Dean's arm out of the way. "Kevin, take the damn sandwich."
"What are you going to do if I don't?" Kevin muttered, a hint of anger under the defiance in his voice.
"Seriously?" Dean asked asked. "After last time?"
Kevin shrugged, shoving his notebook further away. His voice was quiet and broken. "I can't... I can't do it anymore, not by myself. God knows I've been trying. Everything is changing, and that's changing too."
Dean set the plate down. "Well, I said I'd help."
"Yeah, well, I guess I should have talked to you about that. I know, y'know? I can feel it starting to get worse again, but at the same time, this isn't something you should have to do." Kevin rubbed his face. "I just don't want to have to think about it anymore."
Dean reached slowly and moved the angel tablet to the side, before quickly grabbing Kevin by the shoulders, kicking his chair out of the way, and throwing Kevin's chest down onto the table, leaning over him. Coming close to his ear, he whispered roughly, "You're not going to have to think about it. You're going to tell me what you need, and I'm going to make sure you get it."
Kevin was breathing heavily. "I need to not let it get this bad, stop waiting till I can't take it anymore."
"So, more often?"
Kevin nodded. "Yeah... And I want you to boss me around."
"I'll keep that in mind." Dean said, pulling Kevin up off the table. "Not right now, though. Eat."
Kevin shot him a confused look.
"Your room is further away from Sam's. If I'm not busy, I'll come talk to you later. But right now, eat the damn sandwich." Dean pushed it in front of him again in emphasis before walking out, throwing back over his shoulder, "You're gonna need your strength."
Kevin watched him leave the room, then pulled his chair closer, shaking his head. "Weirdest way I ever got a date."
Kevin nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his bedroom door shut loudly. He'd left it open, expecting Sam's usual visit. Seeing it was Dean, he relaxed his grip on the angel tablet slightly, still holding it to his chest on instinct.
"Put that away." Dean growled.
Kevin swallowed hard. "Sam's gonna check on me in, like, two minutes. Bad idea."
"Why should I care?" Dean asked, indifference in his voice.
Kevin stammered, "If he walks in and sees-"
"He might get a kick out of it, give him a little show."
Kevin shivered. "...Seriously?"
Dean shrugged, "Actually I told him I'd check on you, so he could get to bed early... Of course, you're still going to have to be quiet."
"Or you'll gag me?" Kevin asked timidly.
"I might." Dean answered.
Kevin put the tablet down and moved away from the desk.
"Okay, making some progress... Clothes."
"What about them?" Kevin asked, pretending not to understand.
"Take 'em off." Dean said with a hint of threat in his tone. "Unless you want me to drag your ass down to the dungeon again?"
Kevin slowly began to pull off his sweatshirt over his head as Dean watched him, bringing it down in front of his bare torso. "So, are you going to make a habit of staring at me when I take off my clothes?"
"Are you going to make a habit of mouthing off to me?" Dean replied vaguely.
"No..." Kevin answered, "I can behave myself."
Dean nodded, "Good choice. You can stop right there."
Kevin froze in place.
"I changed my mind." Dean said, taking a few steps toward the desk.
"Should I put my shirt back on?" Kevin asked.
"No, I just want to make you wait a little, and then I'm going to get a lot more specific." Dean answered, turning the desk chair around and sitting down. He leaned back, letting his knees spread, aware his dominant posture likely fuelled Kevin's frustration. "You can drop the shirt."
Kevin nodded silently and let it slip to the floor. Dean put one arm along the desk, the other hand on his thigh. "You ever give someone a lap dance?"
"No."
"Do you want to try?"
Kevin shook his head, and Dean smirked slightly.
Dean motioned for him to approach, and Kevin slowly made his way forward, his anxiety evident in fidgeting as he tried to find something to do with his hands.
Unsure when to stop, Kevin was soon standing between Dean's knees. Dean took hold of his hips, steering him sideways, and guiding him lower to sit down on one of his thighs.
Kevin considered asking what Dean was doing, but chose to keep silent.
Dean slowly dragged a warm hand up the side of Kevin's torso, slipping over his bare nipple and coming to rest on the side of his neck before pulling him closer to kiss him softly. He put his other arm around Kevin's waist, curling, turning him to face him and slowly moved him to his knees on the floor, between Dean's open thighs.
As Dean pulled back from the kiss to sit upright again, he ran his hands through Kevin's hair, attempting to mess it up and smiling with amusement as it immediately fell back into place.
"Did you want me to...?"
Dean shook his head.
"I don't understand."
Dean leaned in, kissing him again, "You're behaving yourself, like you said."
Kevin's breath came a little quicker. "My... the collar..."
Dean raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where?"
"It's in the drawer." Kevin pointed.
Dean turned and opened the drawer. "Why did you keep it?"
"I..." Kevin shook his head, "I wanted to?"
Dean nodded. "Well, I guess that's appropriate. I mean, I claimed you, right? ...Remind me."
"You... you put the collar on me... you said I couldn't touch myself, said that was yours."
"Then what happened?"
Kevin swallowed, "You gave me permission to..."
"And then?"
Kevin swayed slightly, heat building within him as Dean slowly lifted the collar from the drawer, and his voice came out a scratchy whisper, "You took my virginity."
Dean gave him something of a sideways glance, "This is really what does it for you, huh?"
Kevin nodded.
Dean slowly unfastened the collar, watching Kevin's expression. It was a mixture of pained and hopeful.
"You begged me to touch you. You remember that?... And what you called me?"
Kevin gave something of a squeak, "I called you master."
"I'm really not that into this, you know... I get pretty kinky sometimes, but this is all you. But I'm gonna let you. I'm gonna put a collar on you, keep you for a pet, and take care of you, and I'll even let you call me that sometimes, just don't overdo it." Dean said quietly.
Dean slid forward, pressing Kevin back, rolling them both down onto the floor, Kevin on his back, struggling to adjust his legs out from under him, Dean straddling his ribs.
Dean slipped the collar around Kevin's neck, his grip firm, but not hurried. "This is yours, now. You better take care of it."
Kevin started to nod, but Dean dropped low and kissed him deeply before standing up.
Waiting, his bare flesh against the cold floor, Kevin didn't move. Dean sat down again, looking him over. "I have to admit, it does look good on you... stay where you are, and take off your belt."
Kevin felt himself twitch, knowing the moment his jeans opened it would be perfectly obvious if it wasn't already, exactly what Dean's actions were doing to him. He obediently removed his belt, and spotting Dean's open hand, passed it to him. He wandered why Dean would want it, perhaps to bind his hands, or strike him with it. In the dungeon, Dean had mentioned the possibility of gagging him. The ideas had his body on edge.
"You're doing good, but those jeans get any tighter and you're gonna give yourself nerve damage." Dean set the belt on the desk and leaned down, grabbing Kevin's waistband and dragging him closer. "Remember, don't touch."
Kevin's breath caught in his throat as Dean popped open the button, and as the zipper slowly came down, he gave a whimper.
Dean smirked at the sight of Kevin's bare skin. "That's different. Making stuff easier for me, or just felt like being a little naughty?"
"I just didn't feel like wearing them today." Kevin stammered slightly.
"Yeah, okay... C'mon, get up." Dean said, offering his hand, and pulling Kevin back onto his knees, and stripping out of his shirts, "I'm gonna let you suck on my dick, but there's a catch."
"A catch?"
"Yeah," Dean said, kicking off his boots and ditching the rest of his clothes before sitting back down, "While you do that, your hands are right..."
Dean took Kevin's hands and put them one on each of his upper thighs, "Here... and you have to get out of the rest of your clothes without them."
"What?" Kevin asked quietly.
"Slows you down, and makes you squirm. That's the whole point, right?"
Kevin nodded, "Okay... okay, I'll do my best... Just start now?"
Dean nodded, "Unless there's some reason to stop."
"I mean," Kevin said haltingly, "I just don't want to jump into something when you aren't ready. I don't want to make you angry."
"I'm giving you my permission..." Dean said with strained patience, watching while Kevin leaned in, taking his swollen member into his mouth. Dean ran a hand through Kevin's hair again before taking a hold of the collar, "You can start squirming out of your clothes any time, but don't stop, and don't bite me..."
Kevin kept his hands on Dean's thighs and moved his mouth slowly as he kicked out of his shoes and socks, his odd, jerking motions bringing the occasional pleasurable murmur from Dean. The sounds intensified as he began to struggle in earnest with the legs of his jeans.
Figuring he needed the slack, he shook his hips in what was almost a shimmy, trying to get his jeans to drop. Continuing to move forward and back, Kevin only noticed he was putting a fair amount of weight onto Dean's thighs and pushing them apart roughly in his efforts when Dean groaned deeply.
Resuming his less distracted efforts when finally freed of the denim, Kevin stole a glance upward to find Dean fairly flushed, "Shit, man, I'm getting you five pairs of skinny jeans tomorrow... that was really good... fun to watch, too... get up..."
Kevin got to his feet. Dean looked him over, avoiding nothing. Kevin tried to stay completely still but his trepidation under Dean's scrutiny made him shiver.
After a short time that could have been only a few seconds but felt like hours, Dean looked up. "You can get on the bed now."
Kevin wasn't sure what Dean planned, and sat in the center to wait. Dean leaned down, pulling a bottle of lube from the pocket of his jeans, and grabbed the belt from the desk before approaching the bed.
Dean moved slowly, the bottle in one hand, the belt doubled over in the other, his expression firm and unreadable.
"Lay down on your back." Kevin complied immediately. "You're still behaving yourself... that's good..."
Dean took hold of the collar and gave him a kiss that felt completely territorial, and almost frightening.
"You said earlier you couldn't do this on your own anymore... I'm going to start, you tell me everything you've tried, and I mean everything. Don't leave anything out. Start with the last time you got yourself off." Dean shifted the collar up as high as it would go, and worked his lips and tongue along the tender flesh below, letting his warm body sink against Kevin's.
His voice well effected, Kevin started. "The last-hm, the last time it worked... it was about a week and a half before the dungeon."
Dean paused, his voice low and quiet, "A week and a half before the dungeon?... shit... Tell me more, where you were, what you did, what you thought about..."
As Dean continued to press kisses along Kevin's collarbones, the front of his shoulders, and began to make his way lower, Kevin gave him the information. "I was in the shower, I was trying not to think about anything, and I was using the conditioner for it... I was thinking about this blonde girl who lived down the street from me a few years ago, and... I don't know, that used to do it... but it wasn't working."
"And when you came?" Dean asked.
"I had to switch for a bit and make my hand fall asleep, and then I just kind of... I don't know, I didn't think about it till after. I was on my knees... and I was thinking about... well, I had my knuckles in my mouth."
"Sucking cock." Dean said assumingly.
"Yeah."
Dean nodded, "Anyone in particular?"
"No."
"After that?" Dean asked before taking hold of one of Kevin's nipples gently with his teeth and giving a small, slow pull, running his tongue across the part of it within his teeth.
Kevin panted, calmed himself as Dean released him, and kept going. "It's kind of a blur, but nothing worked... and I can't... I tried, I can't find that button, you know? Not on myself. Then, well, you know what happened, that one time, you were there."
"Nine hours." Dean mumbled against his sternum.
"Yeah... felt like I was going to die..."
Dean eased himself between Kevin's thighs. "After that?"
"I tried a bunch of times when I wasn't as sore."
"Thinking about?" Dean spread his knees below Kevin's thighs.
"The dungeon."
"What I did to you?"
"Yeah. And also after, when I was pretty out of it, I felt it when you put that stuff on me."
Dean stopped for a moment, his voice completely different, "I hope you get that that was strictly medical, I don't do that stuff when people are unconscious."
"Yeah, no, I get that, but... I think that was part of it. That you weren't... um... it just kind of came to mind, and I got really close from it."
Dean took a deep breath, shrugged and started to lubricate his fingers, "Okay, there's nothing wrong with that, not since it's on your side of things, anyway. Keep talking."
"I had a really hot dream we were in the dungeon, and I was strapped into the chair... you were..." Kevin lost his train of thought as Dean made tiny circles around his entrance. "You... ohhhhh fuck..."
"What was I doing?"
"You were all over me."
Dean stopped his motions and teased slightly, giving Kevin the opportunity to stop him before sinking the tip of his finger inside. Kevin moaned, trying to keep quiet. He briefly considered telling Dean his thoughts were regularly involving Crowley, but if it freaked him out this much, it would be sure to put Dean off, and he was desperate.
"So, was it good enough to make you wash the sheets?" Dean chuckled.
"It might have been, but then someone was knocking on the damn door and woke me up." Kevin moaned with a sad tone.
Dean took hold of the collar, pulling Kevin up a few inches for a forceful kiss as he worked his hand, making Kevin moan as he submitted to Dean's probing tongue, and tried hard to accommodate him. When Dean let him back down again, Kevin whimpered. "Liked that, huh?"
Kevin nodded quickly.
Dean dragged his fingertips across Kevin's skin, down from the collar, pausing in the middle of one of Kevin's pecs. "Stay quiet."
He dug his nails in, and started to pull them down, leaving four pink welts behind, simultaneously taking the perfect angle and thrusting his fingers in and out. Kevin's hard breathing, the shifting as his body thrashed against the blanket, and the faint wet sounds of Dean's fingers moving in his flesh were the only noises in the room.
Dean pulled both of his hands away abruptly, as Kevin fought the urge to yelp. Dean grabbed Kevin roughly and pulled him up from the bed, pulling his legs around his waist. "You're doing good tonight, so I'm gonna give you a chance to impress me."
Kevin steadied himself as Dean shifted to lay down. "What do you want me to do?"
"Ride me, show me what you've got. But no coming. I'll tell you when to stop." Dean answered.
Kevin hesitantly lifted himself, taking hold of Dean, and lining him up to impale himself on Dean's hardness.
Kevin sank down slowly around Dean, and just past the tip, he froze, shaking slightly. Dean seized his hips just as he was about to press down further. "Stop."
"What?" Kevin asked.
"Does it hurt?"
Kevin shook his head, his breath still ragged.
"Don't fuck with me, Kevin, if it hurts, you gotta stop." Dean warned. "If you want pain, there's a million safe ways to get it, but this isn't how."
"It's not... Please, Dean, I need it." Kevin pleaded.
Dean released him, bringing his hands to rest on Kevin's thighs. "Okay... Go slow."
Kevin lowered himself at a torturously delicate pace, until he had taken Dean's member to the hilt.
Dean slowly brought his knees up behind Kevin's back while trying not to jostle him.
Kevin held his position for a short time before starting to rock his hips experimentally. Slowly he built his movements, becoming gradually more confident in his motions, giving small, quiet sounds he tried to stifle.
Dean stroked at Kevin's thighs, working his way closer to what he'd informed Kevin was off limits. Nearing the crease of Kevin's thighs, painfully close, and catching the occasional unintended bump from Kevin's strained erection with the back of either hand, Dean dug in his nails and watched as Kevin's cock gave a hard twitch. Looking up, Kevin had bit down into his lip fiercely, and froze.
Dean pulled one hand closer, dragging his nails a little softer, running the other up Kevin's slender body, making him shake. Taking hold of the collar, and the underside of Kevin's thigh, Dean lifted him off of himself, and threw him roughly down onto the bed. "You're really trying, I can tell. You want to be quiet... Why?"
Kevin was about to answer, but Dean immediately grabbed his aching member, pleasuring him with fast, sure strokes. Kevin lost all thought in his attempt to keep silent, quiet moans and rough panting escaping his lips.
"Why?" Dean asked again.
Kevin's voice was a shattered mess dripping with ecstasy, "You told me to."
Dean reached to the side of the bed where he'd left the belt. "I'm going to reward you for that. Bite down."
Kevin obeyed immediately, and Dean, still working his hard length, slipped inside of him. A quiet squeak came from the back of Kevin's throat, but he could feel how loose Kevin had already fucked himself on Dean's cock, and he began with small movements.
Dean hooked his elbows under Kevin's knees, curling his lithe body into a more convenient position, and picked up the pace.
Kevin grasped Dean's shoulders, whimpering quietly as Dean started to pound into him mercilessly.
"Put your hands under your back." Dean said gruffly, pausing to easily lift most of Kevin's weight, as he complied. "Good... You're gonna like this, I promise... When you come, you just wait until I tell you, and you can let go... Move any way you want..."
Dean considered Kevin's breathing far too calm and adjusted his angle, finding his target easily, and proceeding to slam into it with the head of his cock. Giving a shaky moan of his own, he decided he watched Kevin's face closely. "Feels good?"
Kevin nodded frantically, opening his clenched eyes.
"You're close... really close... not yet..." Dean said softly, dropping his head to the tender flesh of Kevin's shoulder. He started with a warm kiss, but sucked the skin hard, bringing the tiniest bit into his teeth and biting down, feeling it when Kevin's entire body thrashed and his breath stopped. "That's not gonna show... Okay, soon... you ready right now?"
Again, Kevin nodded, whimpering.
"Not quite, hold on a second..." Dean twisted his arm to take hold of Kevin's nipple. "Remember, be quiet... you can come now... it's okay, come for me..."
Kevin threw his head back, shaking violently, his body squirming of it's own accord as Dean moved harder than ever, and pinched Kevin's nipple hard, dragging a belt-muffled feral growl from the younger man. Spurts of his thick fluid coated both their torsos as Dean pinned him to the bed, continuing to fuck him with abandon. He carefully released Kevin's knees and let him lower his legs just before wrapping his arms around Kevin tightly and giving in to his own orgasm. Kevin shook and gasped at the feeling of Dean's hot seed filling his inner walls.
Dean could feel Kevin still shaking below him and took the belt from his teeth. Kevin was a wreck, and still coming down, drowning in a flood of endorphins and adrenaline, still a hint of a moan in his panting voice, "Please... before you move, kiss me... hard, like you did before?"
Dean gave him a rough kiss, claiming his mouth, and adjusting as Kevin took over, chuckling as he was suddenly going after Dean's tongue hungrily.
As their kiss broke, Dean pulled away happily satisfied until he caught obvious disappointment with traces of expectation on Kevin's face.
"I'm sorry, master...I never should have attempted to take control."
Dean's confused look faded quickly. "I'm going to punish you for that... Don't move."
Dean pulled out of him, just barely fast enough to be uncomfortable, and went to the small shaving sink to get a wet washcloth. Dean cleaned himself up, surreptitiously watching Kevin's frozen form in the mirror.
He wet the rag again, this time with cold water and rang it out before approaching the bed.
Kevin choked on a squeal as the cold cloth first addressed the red welts Dean's nails had left behind, even though they were quite soothed by it. Dean knelt between Kevin's legs as he removed the mess from his stomach, making his way downward. "I'm going to have some fun with this... For the next three days, any time anyone says anything about ghosts or hauntings, anything, you're going to get on your knees."
Kevin shivered as Dean kept going. "Yes, master."
"And anytime the subject of cars is brought up, in any way, you're going to describe one of those porn videos you marathoned that first time."
"Yes, master."
"And I don't care who's in the room, where we are, I don't give a shit if your mom shows up, you do it. Is that clear?"
"Yes. Ghosts, knees, cars, porn. I understand... I deserve it."
Dean continued with a smirk, lifting one of Kevin's knees as he finished his task. "Just to make it interesting, let's add one more thing. If Sam mentions Cas, you're going to moan."
Kevin looked up, startled.
Dean dropped his leg. "Three days."
Dean set his coffee cup down and dropped into the chair.
"Hey," Sam said, damn near bouncing into the kitchen... morning people... "You make some breakfast, or... You look like you got hit by a train."
"Don't ever let Kevin talk you into a mini Dungeons and Dragons session. His stupid online friends are like, I don't know, twelve? And online, there's no accountability. No way did that cleric kid roll a twenty all three times in a row." Dean answered.
"You played D&D?... That takes forever. How late were you up?"
Dean shook his head and yawned. For a moment Sam wondered if he were likely to collapse onto the table.
"Okay, we still got that just add water pancake mix?" Sam asked, moving to the cabinet.
A short time later, Sam set a plate down in front of Dean. "So I was thinking of making a supply run, stuff you can't get at the grocery store. Hard to take out even a ghost if we're out of salt and lighter fluid. So, do you need the car?"
Dean made an odd choking sound. "Nah, take it. Maybe see if Kevin's sick of the klingon-suit basement-dweller thing, though. He could use some sun."
"Speak of the prophet," Sam muttered, looking toward the doorway, "Hey Kevin. Pancakes on the counter."
As Kevin passed the table, moving out of Sam's line of sight, Dean noticed Kevin was moving differently. The change woke him far more than the three cups of coffee had, but when Kevin moved to sit down, he felt sure Kevin wasn't injured. But he was certainly far more relaxed. "So I told Sam about that D&D game online last night. That cleric kid had to be cheating."
Kevin nodded, catching on quickly. "Yeah, well, I think they're going to kick him out anyway."
"Well, at least you found something to keep you busy... Hey," Sam said, turning to Dean, "I forgot to tell you, I got a text from Cas yesterday, he was out cleaning up a haunting, got a flat, and turns out his car didn't have a-..."