09x01 - Summertime Blues - Part Two: Shelter
Episode number: 09x01 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Summertime Blues
Subtitle: Shelter
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,273
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord and the Sole Keeper of the Word on Earth, paced in a threadbare t-shirt, old khaki shorts, and mismatched socks.
When he first moved in, the Safe House Boat seemed like refuge. Hell, it was a palace compared to the drafty, spoiled places he resorted to hiding in while on the run. But spending over six months inside a tiny metal tube had made him miserable and then crazy.
So, even though demons wanted to kidnap him, Kevin made a break for it, only to be captured for his trouble. All because he wanted to sprint to the end. He was desperate to slam the Gates of Hell shut as quickly possible because that was his way off this stupid boat and back to his life.
Yet, somehow, here he was again.
After Castiel rescued him, he and his mom kept on the run, living in a supernaturally warded trailer driving cross-country. They moved from hunter to hunter for added safety. At least his mother was with him.
But now, now he was back on this damn boat, back in his own personal Purgatory, pacing in cloths he should have replaced last year.
His musings were interrupted by the sound of people coming aboard.
"Kevin?" his mother called. "I've got lunch!"
He opened the main cabin door to let her in.
"Great thanks Mom," he said.
She had brought pizza, which seemed a glorious luxury. This made him feel both elated and despondent, a dichotomy Kevin had grown accustomed to.
"I've got good news," Linda Tran said. "I found a house off-campus. It's perfect."
"You think you can convince them to let me go?"
"We don't have to ask anyone. No more demons. No more kidnapping."
"But there're still monsters and angels," Kevin replied as he set the table with paper plates and napkins. "And I... I don't think we should burn bridges, you know?"
She sized her son up. "You do want to go, right?"
"More than anything, I want out of here... and I want Princeton."
"Okay, then we'll make it happen."
His mother pulled out a real estate file as they started in on the pizza.
"Whoa, Mom! Five bedrooms? Really?"
"Six if you count the third-story room. The people who owned it were prepping for the end times or whatever they're calling it these days. They added a bomb shelter to the basement."
"That's what you were looking for? A place in New Jersey with a bunker?"
Linda laughed. "No, that was just a bonus. I was looking for four, preferably five, bedrooms."
Kevin gulped down the pizza as his mind filled with confusion. He had no siblings, and his mother never allowed houseguests for more than a few nights. She hadn't bothered with a proper guest bedroom since his grandmother died five years ago. So why the sudden need for half a dozen bedrooms? Was she adopting six new sons?
"Why so many bedrooms?" he asked.
"Eat your pizza, Kevin."
The groan of the ship told them that someone else had arrived. The arguing told them it was Sam, Dean, and Garth, as all three voices carried down to the hold.
"Dean, you can't be serious!" barked Sam.
"Damn right I am," Dean snapped. "With angels on his ass, Cas can't watch out for them. We can't just cut him loose!"
"I hear ya," Garth interrupted. "But I don't know of any hunters who can give up everything and sit around in New Jersey, Dean."
The three men finally pushed through the door to find Kevin and his mother eating.
"Hey, Ms. Tran," said Sam. "Kevin."
The conversation that ensued could be likened to a monsoon. Bright, arid climate became humid and dark, with howling winds and hints of danger. Then suddenly buckets of crap fell from the sky, with thunder and lightning for effect. Dean's cell phone kept ringing every ten minutes.
"Closing the Gates of Hell," repeated Kevin. "That was my way out of this, out of here!"
Nothing Sam or Dean could say about his safety, about reality, seemed to matter. His personal mantra kept him strong.
Then Ms. Tran stepped in.
"My son is going to Princeton. Three hunters have already contacted me and made arrangements. Two will live off campus with me, and the other will be on campus with Kevin. They'll have rooms at the house, too," she said.
"Three hunters?" Sam asked.
"Oh, right, didn't I mention? Krissy found out about Kevin," Garth said.
Sam and Dean shot Garth a look that made him flinch.
"My bad, I was trying to be, ya know, personable. Anyway, they, uh, all want to go to New Jersey too," Garth said. Then he asked Linda, "Guess they called you?"
"They did."
"And how did they do that, Garth?" Sam asked.
Sheepishly, Garth responded, "I think Aiden picked my pocket and took one of my phones."
"No, hell no! You can't set up a bunch of tween hunters and a prophet and his mother in New Jersey and expect everything to be okay!" Dean said.
Thus, the shit rained down on all of them. Don't underestimate the wrath of a Tran, Sam noted for later.
When everything calmed down, Sam made one last go of things. He said, "Isn't there anything, anything we can do - "
"No," Linda interrupted.
Sam regrouped quickly and said, "Okay, then, let's do this smart. We'll get some kind of distress signal for starters, then..."
Dean and Sam left the boat feeling defeated. Even more so when they saw Ms. Tran take her son's luggage to her car and drive off with him.
Dean's phone rang again.
"What the hell man? Who's calling you?" Sam asked.
Dean passed his brother the keys. "You drive."
As they popped into the Impala, Dean answered his phone. "Hey Cas, what's up?"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, were were kinda in the middle of it. Cas, no! It wasn't a fight like with guns or whatever. An argument, okay? We'd've called for help if we needed it."
Dean listened to what must have been an extensive angel rant.
"Okay, okay, okay! Cas! Sam and I, we're driving back right now, we'll talk about this when we get back. All right?"
Dean didn't even hide his sigh as he hung up.
Sam smirked, "Is the honeymoon over or what?"
He let the comment go and replied, "Shut up. You'd be pissed too if we stuck you at the bunker and left you there, right?"
Sam wanted to talk about the new Dean-Castiel relationship dynamic, but he bit it back. They hadn't really come to him with the news, and he wanted to give them the chance.
That, and he wasn't really sure how to approach the topic. What would he say? 'Hey Dean, when did you start dating Cas?' Or 'Dean, shouldn't you introduce me to your new boyfriend?'
Boyfriend. That sounded weird to Sam. Not because Dean had, to the best of his knowledge, exclusively dated women... that didn't bother him at all. Boyfriend felt weird to Sam as a way to describe Castiel. He was an angel after all. And while they did seem to have gendered identities and even gendered names, angels themselves weren't technically male or female. So did boyfriend really fit?
This particular tract lead Sam to wondering if Cas might pick another vessel, a female vessel, later on. Sam tried to imagine nieces and nephews, and this first made him feel happy, then ridiculous.
He couldn't help it, he laughed out loud with no provocation.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Oh, nothing," Sam lied.
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Episode 09x01 Summertime Blues
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Summertime Blues
Subtitle: Shelter
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,273
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord and the Sole Keeper of the Word on Earth, paced in a threadbare t-shirt, old khaki shorts, and mismatched socks.
When he first moved in, the Safe House Boat seemed like refuge. Hell, it was a palace compared to the drafty, spoiled places he resorted to hiding in while on the run. But spending over six months inside a tiny metal tube had made him miserable and then crazy.
So, even though demons wanted to kidnap him, Kevin made a break for it, only to be captured for his trouble. All because he wanted to sprint to the end. He was desperate to slam the Gates of Hell shut as quickly possible because that was his way off this stupid boat and back to his life.
Yet, somehow, here he was again.
After Castiel rescued him, he and his mom kept on the run, living in a supernaturally warded trailer driving cross-country. They moved from hunter to hunter for added safety. At least his mother was with him.
But now, now he was back on this damn boat, back in his own personal Purgatory, pacing in cloths he should have replaced last year.
His musings were interrupted by the sound of people coming aboard.
"Kevin?" his mother called. "I've got lunch!"
He opened the main cabin door to let her in.
"Great thanks Mom," he said.
She had brought pizza, which seemed a glorious luxury. This made him feel both elated and despondent, a dichotomy Kevin had grown accustomed to.
"I've got good news," Linda Tran said. "I found a house off-campus. It's perfect."
"You think you can convince them to let me go?"
"We don't have to ask anyone. No more demons. No more kidnapping."
"But there're still monsters and angels," Kevin replied as he set the table with paper plates and napkins. "And I... I don't think we should burn bridges, you know?"
She sized her son up. "You do want to go, right?"
"More than anything, I want out of here... and I want Princeton."
"Okay, then we'll make it happen."
His mother pulled out a real estate file as they started in on the pizza.
"Whoa, Mom! Five bedrooms? Really?"
"Six if you count the third-story room. The people who owned it were prepping for the end times or whatever they're calling it these days. They added a bomb shelter to the basement."
"That's what you were looking for? A place in New Jersey with a bunker?"
Linda laughed. "No, that was just a bonus. I was looking for four, preferably five, bedrooms."
Kevin gulped down the pizza as his mind filled with confusion. He had no siblings, and his mother never allowed houseguests for more than a few nights. She hadn't bothered with a proper guest bedroom since his grandmother died five years ago. So why the sudden need for half a dozen bedrooms? Was she adopting six new sons?
"Why so many bedrooms?" he asked.
"Eat your pizza, Kevin."
The groan of the ship told them that someone else had arrived. The arguing told them it was Sam, Dean, and Garth, as all three voices carried down to the hold.
"Dean, you can't be serious!" barked Sam.
"Damn right I am," Dean snapped. "With angels on his ass, Cas can't watch out for them. We can't just cut him loose!"
"I hear ya," Garth interrupted. "But I don't know of any hunters who can give up everything and sit around in New Jersey, Dean."
The three men finally pushed through the door to find Kevin and his mother eating.
"Hey, Ms. Tran," said Sam. "Kevin."
The conversation that ensued could be likened to a monsoon. Bright, arid climate became humid and dark, with howling winds and hints of danger. Then suddenly buckets of crap fell from the sky, with thunder and lightning for effect. Dean's cell phone kept ringing every ten minutes.
"Closing the Gates of Hell," repeated Kevin. "That was my way out of this, out of here!"
Nothing Sam or Dean could say about his safety, about reality, seemed to matter. His personal mantra kept him strong.
Then Ms. Tran stepped in.
"My son is going to Princeton. Three hunters have already contacted me and made arrangements. Two will live off campus with me, and the other will be on campus with Kevin. They'll have rooms at the house, too," she said.
"Three hunters?" Sam asked.
"Oh, right, didn't I mention? Krissy found out about Kevin," Garth said.
Sam and Dean shot Garth a look that made him flinch.
"My bad, I was trying to be, ya know, personable. Anyway, they, uh, all want to go to New Jersey too," Garth said. Then he asked Linda, "Guess they called you?"
"They did."
"And how did they do that, Garth?" Sam asked.
Sheepishly, Garth responded, "I think Aiden picked my pocket and took one of my phones."
"No, hell no! You can't set up a bunch of tween hunters and a prophet and his mother in New Jersey and expect everything to be okay!" Dean said.
Thus, the shit rained down on all of them. Don't underestimate the wrath of a Tran, Sam noted for later.
When everything calmed down, Sam made one last go of things. He said, "Isn't there anything, anything we can do - "
"No," Linda interrupted.
Sam regrouped quickly and said, "Okay, then, let's do this smart. We'll get some kind of distress signal for starters, then..."
Dean and Sam left the boat feeling defeated. Even more so when they saw Ms. Tran take her son's luggage to her car and drive off with him.
Dean's phone rang again.
"What the hell man? Who's calling you?" Sam asked.
Dean passed his brother the keys. "You drive."
As they popped into the Impala, Dean answered his phone. "Hey Cas, what's up?"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, were were kinda in the middle of it. Cas, no! It wasn't a fight like with guns or whatever. An argument, okay? We'd've called for help if we needed it."
Dean listened to what must have been an extensive angel rant.
"Okay, okay, okay! Cas! Sam and I, we're driving back right now, we'll talk about this when we get back. All right?"
Dean didn't even hide his sigh as he hung up.
Sam smirked, "Is the honeymoon over or what?"
He let the comment go and replied, "Shut up. You'd be pissed too if we stuck you at the bunker and left you there, right?"
Sam wanted to talk about the new Dean-Castiel relationship dynamic, but he bit it back. They hadn't really come to him with the news, and he wanted to give them the chance.
That, and he wasn't really sure how to approach the topic. What would he say? 'Hey Dean, when did you start dating Cas?' Or 'Dean, shouldn't you introduce me to your new boyfriend?'
Boyfriend. That sounded weird to Sam. Not because Dean had, to the best of his knowledge, exclusively dated women... that didn't bother him at all. Boyfriend felt weird to Sam as a way to describe Castiel. He was an angel after all. And while they did seem to have gendered identities and even gendered names, angels themselves weren't technically male or female. So did boyfriend really fit?
This particular tract lead Sam to wondering if Cas might pick another vessel, a female vessel, later on. Sam tried to imagine nieces and nephews, and this first made him feel happy, then ridiculous.
He couldn't help it, he laughed out loud with no provocation.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Oh, nothing," Sam lied.
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Part One: Postmark
Next: >>>
Part Three: Bargaining
Episode 09x01 Summertime Blues
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)