The Winchesters areā¦ weird, Kevin decides.
Heās grateful they took him in- sure- but sometimes, Kevin sees something so odd he doesnāt know what to do with it.
After the first few weeks, he spots them, shrouded in the blue-light of the bathroom. Samās bent down so his head is resting in Deanās palm and the elder is brushing his teeth. Deanās got a determined expression on his face and Sam is so unquestioningly docile Kevin knows itās not the first time by far. Kevin watches, just outside the glow, as Dean wipes Samās chin clean with a rag, slaps his cheek, and turns to brush his own over the sink.
A few days after that, heāll see it again. Deanās sat beside Sam at the kitchen table, whoās tucked his feet up on the chair to curl around a book. Deanās huffing at Samās distracted state- ignoring a plate of partially-cut pancakes sat in front of him. Heāll raise a defeatist brow before picking up the fork himself, spearing the food, and feeding it directly into Samās mouth. Aside from a brief bitch-face, Sam doesnāt protest, only opens his mouth for another.
After Kevin dies, and heās stuck as a ghostly wanderer, they donāt get any better.
He keeps trying to get their attention, but flickering lights and leaky faucets donāt matter much when theyāre a tangled-up mess of limbs- no idea where one starts or the other ends- flush on the Impalaās backseat as it sits, stationary, in the garage. Deanās practicing tying braids in Samās hair, as the younger dozes off on his chest, and Kevinā¦ gives up for the day.
