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Kevin didn't so much as wake up on the wrong side of the bed as he woke up on the floor with his arm at a weird angle.
"How do you not have a broken arm?" Dean was looking at him from the doorway, bathrobe on and coffee steaming in his hand.
"Nothing interrupts the sanctity of Spring Break Sleeps," Kevin grumbled as he untangled himself from his sheets. Part of him was annoyed at his predicament, but another part of his brain was yelling that he'd be dead if Dean was a demon. Or an angel. Really, in the bunker, both were likely.
Dean chuckled, sipped his coffee, "Whatever kid, I need your help cleaning out the garage, you mind coming out of your cave?"
"Yes," Kevin huffed, sinking into the pile of bedding he'd just escaped from. The effort of getting out of them had been significantly higher than expected.
Suddenly, a mug of coffee was next to his face. The aroma flowing into his nostrils. Kevin moaned.
The coffee had been hidden from him for nearly a week. By Dean. The bastard was better at squirreling shit away than either Cas or Jack. It had been a futile search.
"I will take that as you volunteering," Dean snickered and pulled his mug back up. Kevin sat up, face chasing after the precious nectar and forcing him to stand. Dean clapped his shoulder, "I'll make you a cup and meet you in the kitchen, huh?"
Dean, henceforth known as The Cruel Bastard, closed Kevin's door as he walked out. Kevin heard him cackle on the other side when Kevin's face planted into said door.
"Open your eyes! The waking world is easier when you can see where you're going."
Kevin frowned. His spatial awareness had definitely gone down over quarantine. The lack of hunting. The near-normal of attending university online.
"The waking world has lulled me into a false sense of security," Kevin shuffled over to his dresser and pulled out some sweatpants.
-.-.-
The promised coffee was waiting on the kitchen table for him and Kevin nearly burned his mouth gulping it down. Thankfully, Dean wasn't there to witness it.
"Are you okay?" Jack's face was suddenly uncomfortably close, with eyes wide and nose nearly touching Kevin's cheek.
Kevin pushed him away with a hand to the face, "The coffee embargo has been lifted, Jackie boy, so obviously I'm fantastic."
Jack was not convinced by his deadpan tone, so Kevin just drank more coffee. Savoring the liquid with a near ecstatic moan as it slid down his throat.
"Kevin…" Dean sighed from the doorway, hand pulling down his face, "You drink too much coffee."
"Lies," Kevin held the half full mug to his chest, eyes narrowed, "That's impossible."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever, we're cleaning out the garage today while Cas takes Jack on some angel field trip."
"I'm going to learn how to forge my own angel blade!" Jack bounced on the balls of his feet, smile intensifying with every second.
"Been there, done that," Kevin waved his hand vaguely in Jack's direction. He sighed into his cup, "Didn't even get a damn tshirt. Have fu- …. Wait, why do I have to help clean the garage?"
"Because it earns you coffee," Dean didn't even blink, his eyes wide and focused on Kevin.
There was no defeating the mom look with his glare. Kevin huffed, "Fine." Dean smirked to himself and then winked at Jack before turning to leave the room.
"5 minutes, Kev! Then I expect you to report for duty!"
-.-.-
Kevin sneezed as he opened a box covered in blackish soot. It was not dust. But given he'd just sorted through a box labeled Balthazar, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.
"Don't sneeze on that one!" Dean called out. His head was ducked down over the impala's engine.
Kevin rolled his eyes, "You can't even see what box I'm opening."
"Does it say Charlie on it?" Dean asked as the sound of a socket wrench filled the room. Kevin glanced down, it did. Kevin scrunched up his nose. Dean chuckled, "Careful with your aim, Kev."
Kevin groused as he stuck his hands into the box. Leather jackets and plaid shirts were Winchester staples that had accumulated in every box, but underneath them was … well, Kevin was a little surprised to see an emerald wand.
It was essentially one long stone, high clarity if Kevin was right. Which he was.
"Who is Charlie and why have I never met them?" Kevin immediately turned, wand in hand, to gesture at Dean, "This is the coolest thing in the whole garage!"
Dean glanced over his shoulder, forehead creased and hand gesturing towards the Impala, "In front of Baby? Really?"
Kevin scoffed and gestured emphatically with the wand, "You've been holding out on me!"
"Charlie's a hunter, someone we met around the same time as you actually," Dean smiled fondly and turned to perch on the grill of his car, hood still open. He ran an oily hand through his hair, "She spends most of her time in Oz. The wand is her girl Dorothy's I think?"
"Oz…" Kevin's mouth dropped open and his hand fell to his side, wand loose in his fingers.
"Yeah. Oz." Dean raised a brow. He waved a hand around them, towards the tile walls of the bunker's many garage bays, "Are you really surprised?"
There was a half a second of silence before Kevin huffed in annoyance, "Surprised? No. Offended?! Big Time!" Hands were thrown wide, wand perched precariously in his palm, "Did no one think I might want to go to Oz? You know, me? The huge nerd! The bookworm!"
Kevin was now pacing back and forth, gesturing wildly. Dean settled in for the rant, leaning his head against the popped hood slightly. He blinked slowly, and waited.
As anyone with a half-way decent understanding of magic can tell you, or anyone who has seen at least one Harry Potter movie, waving a wand has consequences.
"What the hell dudes?" Charlie stepped into the room through a circle of green smoke, brows knit together and wearing the loudest flannel shirt Kevin had ever seen. And he lived with Dean, so that said something!
"Charlie," Dean gestured towards her, and then to Kevin, "This is Kevin."
"So… you sent up the bat signal because…?" Charlie squinted at Kevin, eyes darting to the wand as her hands rose to her hips. "I was sort of busy!" Her head nodded backwards, to the dissipating smoke with eyes wide and lips pursed.
"Oh~" Dean winced and shook his head, "Not cool Kev." Charlie nodded.
Kevin narrowed his eyes, gaze flicking from Dean to Charlie. The flannel, the short hair, they were even exchanging solemn looks.
"No." Kevin pointed at Dean and then at Charlie, wand bouncing in his hand. Charlie raised her hands in surrender and Dean rolled his eyes. "No!" Kevin shook his head and began to pace once more, "I do not need another Winchester sibling! I don't care if she's the cool aunt!"
Charlie blinked in surprise, face pulling back before she turned to look at Dean. He shrugged.
"Seriously, the angelic toddler wasn't enough! Now we have a magic-weilding lesbian!"
"Hey!" Charlie piped up, "I was here first!" She tilted her head and squinted at Kevin, "And what angelic toddler? Did Destiel finally come out of the closet?!"
Kevin froze, eyes narrowing slowly on Charlie. His lips pressed firmly together. He raised the wand like a pointer, "You haven't met Jack yet?"
"Kid, I hadn't even met you before!" Charlie flapped her hands out, "And it's not like this family sends out a Christmas card."
"Hmm…" Kevin raised his chin. Charlie raised hers. Dean pressed his palm into his face. The two circled each other. Kevin held out the wand, "Do you know how to conjure coffee?"