Kevin Tran x OC

Chapter 4

Kevin've been calling me as much as I called him when he left.

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"Hey Skyler, it's Kevin. Look, I know you're pissed at me, but please just, call me back. Please."

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"Hey, it's Kevin again. Please, call me. I'm sorry."

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"Okay, I get it, you don't want to talk to me, but I want you to know that I listened to all your messeges, I did think of calling you but, I was mad, at Dean for trying to kill my mom. I hated hearing you sad and worried, hearing that you were alone, that you guys were falling apart, I wish I did call back. Please, like you said just three word, that's all I want to hear, bye." There were so many after that.

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"Skyler, if you don't call me back, I'm going to call you as many times as you called me, I'll do it." And he kept his word on that.

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"Skyler~ call me!"

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"I don't even know if you're listening to these, but call me~"

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"I know you care about me and my mom, I knew that, and I care about you too. I'm sorry I hurt you. See ya, I hope."

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We found The Men of Letters hideout, or as Dean says The Bat Cave. Our grandfather Henry Winchester- who traveled in time, brought the key with him, his friend who lived through the attack of a knife of Hell-Abaddon, told us where it was. Henry died saving us from Abaddon. The plus side is I finally got my own bedroom, this place is awsome. I decked out my room, since we had a little time on our hands I went to the store and got some horror movie posters, like sinister, grim reaper, saw, the cabin in the woods, the thing, ect. Yes I like creepy stuff, mostly because of my life and reminds me what's out there. Then I have some books, like Maze Runner, Hunger Games, The Hobbit and others.

And some wepons incase, like my pistol, sliver knife, mechete, holy water, and a shot gun with rock salt bullets.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I said putting up my last poster. The door opened and Sam came in, he looked around.

"Wow." He said then looked at my posters. "Really?" He asked pointing at my sinister poster.

"What?" I asked looking from my poster to Sam.

"Don't you think we get enough of that, and here is where we get away from it."

"I'm a teenager, what did you expect?" Then he saw my books.

"Nice choices." He pointed to my pile of books.

"My favorites." I said. We went and did some stuff around the bunker.