#readerxkevin

According to Dean, Kevin hadn't slept for upwards of a week. He had been poring over the tablet, drugging himself, and eating whatever Dean put in front of him. You had been gone for two weeks, researching a case in Ohio that turned out to be a couple of kids messing around with witchcraft. After putting an end to their afterschool extracurricular, you made the long drive back to the Bunker. Not like they could've put that on college applications anyhow.

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You had been back in the bunker for two days, and unfortunately Dean's report on Kevin had been painfully accurate. The guys had caught wind of a Wendigo case in the Ozarks and had decided to make the drive up, leaving you in the Bunker with an obsessed prophet.

You had made him lunch, trying to get him to talk to you. Kevin had merely looked up, stuffed the sandwich into his mouth, and continued on to ignore you. You were getting a bit annoyed - concerned, of course - but mostly just annoyed that he kept ignoring you.

There had been a time when you and Kevin would hang out and just talk. You had thought it was going somewhere. Then, Sam had started in on the trials and Kevin's translating services became urgently needed. He had put everything else aside, refusing to "waste time" with you. It couldn't possibly be healthy to obsess over something so much. He was getting severe dark circles under his eyes and his skin was losing color.

Making up your mind, you snuck into Dean's room and found his Star Wars DVDs. You then went and got everything ready - blankets, popcorn, candy - and set up in the living room. Now came the hard part: getting Kevin away from the tablet.

Using your skills as a hunter, you quietly snuck up behind Kevin. Quickly, before he could stop you, you swept the tablet away from under his hand and ran to the living room. You could hear Kevin's loud protests of anger and his footsteps racing after you.

"Y/N, stop being childish. Give it back!"

"Not gonna happen!" you taunted, jumping up on the couch, away from his reach. He was exhausted and you were going to win.

"Sam and Dean need me to finish translating that. They're counting on me," he said, his gaze fixed on the tablet as it was, held tightly in your grip.

"You can take a day off. Get some rest. Spend some time with me," you said in an accusatory manner, as you slowly stepped down from the couch.  You walked towards Kevin, putting the tablet down on the chair. You could see that he was still eyeing the tablet, probably making a plan to get around you and reach for it.

"Kev," you said softly, forcing him to look towards you in order to hear you better. "You can't just streamline drugs and expect to be working at full capacity. You gotta take a break. Sam and Dean are counting on you. But they need you to be okay if you're gonna do that." You held your breath, waiting for him to reach around you and snatch up the tablet. He didn't.

You looked up to see him staring at you. Taking a chance, you pushed yourself up onto tiptoe, closing the gap between the two of you. Swallowing his gasp of surprise, you moved your lips against his, waiting for him to respond. Before you could start to feel awkward, Kevin's arms were wrapped around you, pulling you up closer to him as he moved his soft lips over yours. His tongue poked out, his teeth grasping your lower lip, nipping softly. You opened your mouth, and moaned as you felt his tongue in your mouth, causing your stomach to clench. You moved your hands into his hair as he walked you backwards to the couch, lowering you onto it.

By the time you two pulled away, you were both out of breath, yet still clutching to one another.

"So, what're we watching?"

"Star Wars."

"Okay. Is that popcorn?"

You walk around the bunker, letting your sadness really show now that the Winchester brothers are gone. It’s been two weeks now, and there’s no sign of your possessed friend, Kevin. He’d taken off and just disappeared, completely off the map, and you miss him a lot.

Even though you’re worried about what he would think of you if he saw you again, after what happened.

You sit down and open a book, tensing when you hear a door close. You’re supposed to be alone in here, other than Crowley.

“Hello?” you call, looking around and grabbing the knife out of your boot.

“Behind you,” a familiar voice whispers in your ear before your knife is smacked out of your hand and a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Kevin?” you breathe, wanting to turn around.

“Mostly,” he says with a dark chuckle, kissing the back of your neck, “Couldn’t stay away from you, you were such a good girl last time.”

You close your eyes, overcome with relief that he’s okay, but also worried about what he’ll do this time. You’re pretty sure Kevin doesn’t feel that way about you, and it makes you feel horrible and guilty that you enjoyed it, and crave it again.

“Please, let him go,” you whisper, grabbing his wrists and holding them around your waist.

“No can do sweetheart,” he says, flipping you around and holding your waist, “Not allowed to leave this meat suit unattended.”

“Why are you back here then?” you ask.

“Boredom, figured you might be up for round two,” he says, leaning in and sucking on your earlobe. You shiver and cling to his shirt, making him chuckle.

“Thought so,” he whispers, moving down to suck a mark onto your neck. You unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and running your hands over his sides. He pulls back long enough to take off your shirt and bra, kissing you again and working your pants open. You moan softly against his lips as you do the same to him, reaching under his boxers and grasping him.

He turns and pushes you against the wall, stripping you both before coming back, kissing you heatedly and rubbing your clit to get you ready. You moan and roll against his hand, pulling back and letting him kiss your neck.

“Kev…please,” you moan, sighing in relief when he lines up with you, holding you up against the wall. He pushes inside and immediately starts a steady rhythm, continuing to kiss you. He angles himself so he’s hitting your g spot and he increases his pace, getting you off in a matter of minutes.

He pulls out and comes on the wall, kissing you passionately before taking off. You quickly get dressed when you hear a door open, and you walk out to find Sam on top of Kevin, Dean reciting the exorcism chant. The demon that had been possessing him flies out in a cloud of black smoke, disappearing to Hell.

Sam gets up and helps Kevin up, assaulting him with questions. You quickly turn and walk into your room. You’re not ready to talk to him about this yet.

A few hours later Kevin walks into your room, standing in front of you where you’re sitting on your bed.

“(Name).”

You look up at him, “Kevin, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He grabs your face and kisses you and you melt, wrapping your arms around him. He smiles against your lips and pulls back.

“Don’t be sorry, I wanted it too.”

You walk into the room, licking your lips as you look at Kevin.

Well, it’s not you doing it, but still.

You’d delayed getting the tattoo because needles freak you out, but now you’re really regretting it. The demon laughs cruelly in your head as you walk forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Hey Kevin,” you say, voice silky.

“Um, hi?” he says, looking up at you and jumping up as your eyes go black, “You’re possessed!”

“Bingo babe,” the demon says, stepping forward and grabbing him by the back of his neck, “and I’m going to fulfill this girl’s deepest fantasies.”

“Wh…what?” he stutters, trying to step back. You hold fast and pull him in, kissing him and forcing your tongue inside. He whimpers and you force him back on the table, crawling on top of him.

This is wrong, you know this is wrong, but you can’t stop the demon inside of you, and she’s kind of right, you have thought about taking him over a table.

Kevin whimpers against your lips and you feel him against your leg. When you pull back his eyes are wild and he grabs your hips, searching your eyes. He flinches and looks away as the demon shows herself, black eyes taking over, but he relaxes when it’s only your eyes again.

The demon wastes no more time, moving down to undo Kevin’s pants, freeing him before standing up to strip you down. She climbs back up and rubs his head against your heat, and you panic a bit, realizing she’s moving too fast. She laughs in your head before sliding down onto him, smirking at your pain. Kevin’s head falls back on the table and his mouth opens, hips bucking at the feeling. You moan and bounce on his cock, rolling your hips and whispering his name.

You run your hand through your hair and shake your head. Reading the men of letters’ books was fun for the most part, but some days it was just too much. You look up and smile at Kevin as he walks in before looking back down to the book.

You jump a bit when you feel his hands on your shoulders, massaging gently.

“Kevin?” you ask, looking up and seeing his arm is bleeding.

“Kevin what happened!?”

“Well, I couldn’t take over this meat suit with that tattoo intact could I?”

You tense up and whimper when you feel his hand on your neck.

“Oh he likes you…he’s begging me to leave you alone…but I’m not sure I can,” the demon purrs in Kevin’s voice, stroking your skin softly.

If you close your eyes, you can almost believe it’s Kevin whispering in your ear. His right hand remains on your neck as his left travels down your side, resting on your hip.

You gasp as you’re wrenched out of the chair and pulled forward, chest to chest with Kevin.

“Please,” you whisper, flinching when his eyes go black.

“Oh no, we’re going to have some fun…” he says with a smile, leaning in and kissing you.

You can feel yourself trembling in his hold as you force yourself to relax, knowing if you resist it’ll be worse for you. As long as you don’t look into his black eyes, you can almost fool yourself. You’ve had a crush on him for a while, and maybe you can get through this without hurting him further.

He kisses down your jaw to your neck, holding your arms firmly at your sides. He lifts you up and places you on the table, unbuttoning your shirt and continuing to plant kisses down your body. You whimper as he reaches around you, unclipping your bra. He smiles up at you and your heart melts a little, he’s so gorgeous when he smiles, and it’s so rare nowadays.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, tweaking the other one between his finger and thumb. You tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close.

“It’s okay Kevin,” you whisper, arching your back as your nipples perk up. He chuckles against your skin.

“That’s a good girl,” he mutters, pushing you so you’re on your back and undoing your pants. You swallow hard and keep your eyes shut tight, letting him undress you. You jerk as you feel his mouth against you, and you moan as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He dips his tongue inside before dragging it up, flicking your clit again before sliding back down. He inserts two fingers and sucks on your clit simultaneously. Your back arches and you grip his shoulders, surprised to find he’s taken his shirt off as well.

You gasp when he finds your sweet spot, legs tightening around him. He sucks harder and your head falls back, breath coming in quick gasps as you feel heat building in your abdomen.

“Kev…” you whimper, muscles quivering until you orgasm, head jerking up and mouth falling open. You moan long and low as he continues to suckle at you, dragging your orgasm out as long as he can. You squirm when it becomes uncomfortable and he crawls up your body, kissing you and pressing your skin together. His head jerks up when he hears the door open and he smiles at you.