Kevin Tran x OC

Chapter 5

    Dean was making up his room. He loved it a lot. He made burgers, and it was amazing. Kevin called, saying it was an emergency.

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"Kevin? It's us." Sam called as we entered to boat. There were papers everywhere. Dean went to check the back.

"Found him." Dean said. He was vomiting, he looked like crap.

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"You look like hammered crap." Dean said.

"Yeah." Kevin said naslley.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Not really."

"You eating?"

"Hot dogs, mostly."

"Sure, yeah--. Breakfast of champions. Look, I'm gonna feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad and a shower."

"I know, and I've been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds, and I think maybe I had a small stroke."

"What!" I said, now really worried.

"But it was worth it." Kevin said.

"What was worth it?" Sam asked. Kevin stood up pointing to the half of the tablet.

"I figured out how to close the gates of hell." Kevin said smiling.

"You--" Dean said astonished. "Come here, you smelly son of a bitch." He said and hugged Kevin, picking him off the ground, then put him back down.

"Okay, okay. So, what does this mean?" Sam asked. "What are we looking at?"

"It's a spell." Kevin said going over to the wall covered in notes.

"And?" Dean pushed.

"And it's just a few words of enochian, but... the spell has to be spoken after you finish each of the three trials."

"T-trials like, uh, like 'Law & Order'?" Sam asked.

"More like Hercules. The tablet says, 'Whoever chooses to undertake these tasks should fear not danger nor death, nor...' a word I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity."

"Good times." Dean said.

"Basically, God built a series of tests, and when you've done all three, you can slam the gates."

"So, what-- God wants us to take the SATs?" Sam asked.

"I-I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways."

"Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways." Dean commented. "All right. Where do we start?"

"I've only been able to crack one of the tests so far, and it's gross. You've got to kill a hound of hell and bathe in its blood."

"Awsome."

"Awsome?" Sam asked Dean.

"Yeah. Hey, if this means icing all demon, I got no problem gutting some devil dog and letting calgon take me away."

"Where are you gonna find one?" Kevin asked.

"Well, hellhounds like to collect on crossroads deals. So all we got to do is track down some loser who signed over his special sauce ten years ago, get between him and Clifford the big dead dog--(I couldn't stop laughing at that) Easy."

"Doesn't sound easy."

"It's not." Sam said.

"Look, you get on the net-- see what you can dig up. I'm gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer Dust, and kid needs to eat something that's not ground-up hooves and pigs, anuses-- Not that there's anything wrong with that." Dean said, giving a thumbs up and leaving.