Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Overtired Kevin...

Everything is written from the reader's point of view, as if you were witnessing it happen in front of your eyes. Spoilers as far as Kevin, if you know who he is, then you are golden! And if you know how the tablet reading affects him, then you're good to go! And takes place in the bunker. Lol. I decided to write a little reader x Kevin. Hope you enjoy!

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You sat quietly, flipping through a tome in Latin. You had been focused on it for hours, at least, that's how it felt. In reality, it had only been about an hour, not quite.

You hear a soft groan out of nowhere, causing you to look up in surprise. You can't seem to find the source, so you shrug and go back to reading your tome.

You hear another groan, causing you to roll your eyes in and look towards the corner of the room where the newest member of Team Free Will sat.

"Have you taken a break recently?" You ask finally, knowing how sick the prophet kept getting from overdoing it and trying so hard to transcribe the tablet.

"Wha?" Kevin asked tiredly, looking up at you with tired eyes.

You sigh softly, knowing that if you kept giving in to him, he would never finish transcribing for the boys.

"Take a break." You say firmly, looking back down at your tome. You flinch slightly, as you hear a thump, signaling that the kid had fallen asleep on the table once again.

You roll your eyes, half-tempted to go kick Sam and Dean's butts for putting so much pressure on the kid. With a mischievous grin, you put your tome down and get up stiffly. You stretch slightly, before heading down the hall in search of trouble.

"Y/N?" Sam asked, seeing you strutting your stuff down the hall. "Don't tell me, you are looking for trouble again..." he added warily.

"Always." You say playfully, a big grin spreading across your cheeks.

"What's Kevin up to?" Sam asked quickly, hoping to distract you off your current course of action.

"Passed out on the table again. You and Dean need to lay off him a bit." You say firmly, setting your jaw in a show of annoyance.

"Look, we've had this discussion before, Y/N. Once he is done, we will leave him alone for good." Dean snapped, walking out of his room when he heard your comment.

"You're going to kill him... Before he can even finish!" You snap back, making no effort to hide your concern for the young prophet.

"He can handle himself, he is a genius." Sam said quickly, hoping to stop you and Dean from butting heads, as per usual.

"Stay out of it!" You growl at Sam, glaring at him briefly before turning the glare at Dean.

"Oh look who decided to stand up for their boyfriend." Dean taunted softly, knowing it would rile you up more.

"He is not my boyfriend; he is too buried in that stupid tablet to notice me." You say bitterly, too agitated to care that you had just given away your feelings for Kevin.

"Wait... So you do like him?" Sam asked gently, using his caring tone.

A deep blush colors your cheeks, as you nod helplessly. You had been crushing on the prophet for months, but had been too nervous to say anything about it.

"I knew it!" Dean exclaimed loudly, a look of pure triumph crossing his face.

"Shut up, Dean!" You ground out, looking at the ground in embarrassment.