kevin, i’m sorry. I know you’re dying to bolt, man. I get it. but out that door, it’s demons, and it’s angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. so even with crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. it just is. and we need you, man. because I’m useful. because you’re family. after all the crap we’ve been through, after all the good that you’ve done… man, if you don’t think that we would die for you, I don’t know what to tell you. because you, me, sam and cas, we are all we’ve got
Above is the digital art I created for Gabriel reverse bang which was claimed by the lovely Hectatess who wrote an excellent fic which you can find on ao3 here
Start ID. A pencil drawing of a bust of Kevin Tran from Supernatural. He wears a slightly annoyed expression, and has a scruffy mustache and scant hairs on his jaw. Framing his head is a golden spiked halo. End ID.
Warnings: Minor cussing I think? Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran Summary: Chuckster Cheese is a pizza chain for kids that might be reusing their pizza, so you decide to investigate Reader’s Age: 16+ Word Count: 1445
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: So I decided to make up a pizza chain just for fun. I kinda lost inspiration towards the end and didn’t really now how to end it so sorry if it just kinda s t o p s. Enjoy!
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You laid on your stomach in your bed, your laptop open as Shane Dawson’s voice filled the room. Shoving some popcorn in your mouth with one hand, you fixed the blanket that wrapped around your body and head.
You glanced over at the digital clock that sat on your dresser; it read three in the morning. With a yawn, your attention was turned to your door as a knock sounded. Sam peeked his head through the small opening. “Why are you still awake?” He asked. Dean and Sam had been out on a hunt.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted.
“We just got back; I’m heading to bed now. I wanted to check on you,” Sam paused, “You should get some sleep,”
“Fine.” You closed your laptop. Sam began to close the door before you called out to him. Sam turned and gave you his attention. “Can I have the car tomorrow?”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “You’re asking the wrong person,” Sam sighed and shut your door, clearly exhausted.
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The night went and the morning came. You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find your brothers sitting at the table. You walked over to Dean and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Oh, Dean, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“W-what are you doing?” Dean tensed, expecting something to jump out at him.
You released him and sat down, draping an arm around his shoulders. “What? Can’t I show some affection to my awesome brother?”
“Not unless you want something… or broke something. Did you break something? I told you to stay out of my room!” Dean turned towards you. You glanced at Sam, who had an entertained smile on his face.
“I didn’t break anything, mom-I mean my wonderful brother,” it took all of your might not to insult him, Dean could be such a mother hen some times.
“What do you want?” Dean deadpanned.
“Could I have the car today?” you asked, slightly preparing for rejection.
“I guess,” Dean sighed.
“Wait, really?” even Sam was surprised.
“No. D'you really think I’d let you drive, Baby? Do you even know how much driving experience you have? Not a lot,” your shoulders slumped as your arm fell from his shoulders.
“Well, maybe if someone would take me driving more often then I’d have some experience, but noooo, Dean has to be obsessed with a car,” you grumbled.
“You know what? Keep this up, and you’ll find a bug on your pillow,” Dean warned.
“Keep this up, and I’ll just steal the damn car,”
Sam chuckled, “By all means antagonize the beast, see where it gets you,” Dean shot him a bitch-face, making Sam laugh more.
“Come on, Dean, it won’t be for very long, I’ll have it back by midnight tonight. You guys just got back from a hunt! It’s not like you’re going anywhere,”
“Hey, I got places to go!” Dean defended.
You deadpanned, “Where could you possibly need to go? The retirement home?” Sam choked on his water, causing him to have a coughing fit.
“You’re not helping your case,” Dean glared at you. “Girls can’t drive, plain and simple,”
Ignoring his insult, you continued your argument, “Dean! I’ve never asked for anything in my whole life! Just let me drive the damn car!” you begged.
“You asked for ice cream last week, you liar,” Dean shot back.
You paused, “I’ve never asked for anything that means this much to me in my whole life,” you re-phrased.
Dean sighed, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment. “Fine,” he begrudgingly agreed, “But if you so much as get a tiny scratch on that car, you’re never driving again.”
“THANK YOU!” you squeezed Dean, earning a groan from him.
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“You’re probably wondering why I called you here,” you sat an apartment with two people across from you.
“Technically you just let yourself into my apartment, but go on,” Charlie commented.
“And I needed a break from tablet stuff,” Kevin huffed.
“Either way, we’re here for a very top-secret case,” Charlie and Kevin looked at each other then back at you. “Chuckster Cheese, the innocent pizza chain that brings happiness and fun to all children,” you paused for suspense, “Reuses their pizza.”
“I’m sorry; what?” Charlie questioned.
“Okay, hear me out, you know how at Chuckster Cheese their pizza looks like a hot mess? Like the slices never line up with each other. Sam and Dean would occasionally drop me off at pizza chains for kids, and I always noticed that Chuck’s pizzas were weird looking,” you pulled out your laptop and started showing them pictures of pizzas, “See, look! Why is this slice so much smaller than this one? Why doesn’t this cut line up with the other side? Where did that olive come from?” you stared at them, your eyes getting bigger by the second.
“You’re crazy,” Charlie commented.
“I thought I was the one losing my mind, but you take the cake, Y/N,” Kevin responded.
“I’m not crazy, okay! Chuckster Cheese employees take all the leftover pizza and make a new pizza out of it! Let’s just go to Chuckster Cheese and see for ourselves,”
“Sure, let’s go to a kid’s pizza chain–for kids–and hang out. A bunch of adults hanging out in a kid’s pizza chain. Nothing suspicious about that.” Charlie retorted.
You three sat in the car in front of Chuckster Cheese.
“So, are we gonna go in?” Charlie asked, staring at the big rat face plastered on the building.
“Uh… I’m not sure we thought this through,” you admitted.
“No, no, no, you dragged us into this, we’re gonna see it through,” Kevin spoke from the backseat.
“Fine, let’s go,”
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The three of you walked into the building. Bright colors and children filled your sights as the smell of pizza with a hint of vomit filled your noses.
“Delightful,” Charlie commented as she watched a child cough onto the water fountain.
You all sat down at a booth and ordered two pizzas.
“So, if this pizza is all messed up, what are we gonna do?” Kevin asked.
“Throw it away?” You suggested.
“You’re gonna waste the pizza?” Charlie chimed in.
You stared at her, “It’s better than letting some other shmucks eat it,”
“I didn’t expect this to be your favorite hangout place,” Dean appeared by your table, Sam right next to him.
“What the hell are you two doing here?”
“We should ask you the same thing,” Sam replied, sitting next to you as Dean sat on the other side, practically squishing Charlie and Kevin. “Why are you at a Chuckster Cheese?”
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy-” Dean cut you off.
“Oh, trust me, we already do,”
You stared at him for a moment, “Fair enough, but we’re here to prove that Chuckster Cheese reuses their pizza,”
“What?” Sam and Dean looked at each other.
“Okay, so when someone orders a pizza, but they don’t eat it all, a worker will take the leftover pieces, and instead of throwing them away, they take it to the back and combine it with other leftover pieces to make a full pizza for another person!” you rushed your words.
“I was only slightly joking about thinking you’re crazy,” Dean responded as Sam laughed.
“Okay-” you stopped when a worker brought over two pizzas, setting them down in front of you all.
You all went quiet as you stared at the hodge-podge of pizza.
“I… uh… I didn’t really expect to be right if I’m being honest,”
“Why would they-” Sam stopped when he saw Dean reach for the pizza and take a piece. “Dean,”
“What? It’s still pizza,” Dean took a bite.
“Yeah, pizza that some grubby little demon licked!” you huffed, cringing at the fact that Dean is still eating it.
“Not saying that you aren’t right, because you are, but,” Sam tore his eyes away from this brother to look at you and continue, “you drove all this way, dragged Kevin and Charlie here, to see if Chuckster Cheese’s pizza was fresh?”
“Sam, there’s a difference between serving something fresh, and serving a random person’s leftovers to other people,” you argued.
“I guess…” he mumbled, returning his gaze to Dean.
“Okay, I can’t watch that anymore, let’s leave,” Charlie said, ushering everyone out of the booth.
“Did you at least find what you were looking for, Y/N?” Sam asked as you all walked outside.
“I guess,”
“Looks like the Scooby-Doo gang solved another mystery!” Dean joked.
“We didn’t solve anything, Dean,” you rolled your eyes.
“Well, sure, you did! You figured out that Chuckster Cheese is a cheapskate and doesn’t want to waste money by throwing out old pizza,”
I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!
Requested by Anonymous: “ooooooo i have a good Chuck E. Cheese fic idea!! Could it be like maybe sister!winchester watches Shane Dawson’s vid on Chuck E. Cheese or smthng and she goes and investigates it and then S&D figure out and just some fluff and crack?”
“-When I get to heaven. When he lets me into heaven, he’ll let me see my mom again.”
Hearing those words, Mary couldn’t help but feel sorry for the other. Forced to become a prophet in a world like this and having his mother taken away.
“I’ve been to heaven,” She tried, understanding just in how much pain the boy was in. The devastation. “And what’s there? It’s just memories, it’s not real.”
“I don’t care!” Kevin cried out, sobbing. “You… You don’t understand… I… You don’t know the things I’ve done. I just want this to be over.” No more being a prophet. No more being forced to do Michael’s biddings. Over. Just him and his mother in heaven, finally in peace even if it is just memories.
“Things you were forced to do.” Mary tried again, not wanting to give up on the other when everything he did was out of survival and wanting to be with his mother again. “My boys, Sam and Dean. They’ve mentioned you to me, the you in our world. Your mother was devastated when you died, she still is. Come with us, we can get you to our world. I know it’s not the same but wouldn’t it be much better than dying to relive memories of her?”
Kevin looked up to Mary at the mention of the possibility of being with his mother again, feeling a sense of hope that he hasn’t felt in a long time. “Y-you mean it? I can really be with her again?” He asked, though as soon as he did the hope was replaced with dread. “No… No, after all that I’ve done… I won’t… She… Why would she want a son like me?”
“Because she’s your mother, even if she is from another world.” Mary softened, daring to walk up and pull the boy into a hug. “Trust me, I would know. There’s no wrong you would do that would make your mother hate you. Not when you were forced to, to survive.”
Keven melted into the hug, his will to fight turning into determination. “I’ll help you. We’ll defeat Michael and get his grace so we can open the rift. I just want to be with her again.”
