Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

[vates]

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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[vates]

[ A familiar face. Considering who it is, he's not sure if that's good or bad. Sure, she helped them before, but she is a demon, and Kevin doesn't have the highest opinion of demons, what with having been tortured by Crowley and all. ]

I don't go down that easily. [ There have been a few times when Kevin should have died: Sucrocorp, the second time Crowley got him, the third time Crowley got him. Kevin manages to escape every time, somehow. ]

I needed a weapon. There weren't many options in my room.

[foundacause]

[ They can form a 'Tortured by Crowley' club? They can invite Samandriel to join them and compare torture tales and eat popcorn? Perfect bonding experience.

Meg's one of the nice demons! ]

A weapon? Seriously? That's what you picked to defend yourself with?

[vates]

[ How about a "Let's Kill Crowley" club? Though Crowley lives in the basement, and Kevin's felt a lessening of the bloodlust since he let Kevin go at him with a mallet. That was fun. ]

I didn't have anything else. I had to improvise. [ And no he's not embarrassed. Anything is better than nothing. ] I was going to look for something better.

[foundacause]

[ A mallet? Come on, Kevin! You have Crowley chained up in your basement and your torture instrument of choice is a mallet? Meg has so much to teach you! Maybe Kevin can get revenge for her since she's, y'know, dead and all. ]

What exactly are you planning to attack with your crap weapon?

[vates]

[ It was really cathartic swinging it at his face, okay? And besides, looking at the weapons was overwhelming, and then at the end he felt a little sick because... had he let Crowley turn him into someone like... him? ]

Whoever tries to get in my way. It's not a permanent solution. Are you offering any help?

[foundacause]

[ Don't worry, Kev. Crowley is on a whole new level of douche. It'd take more than a few crappy attempts at torture to get anywhere near that level of bastard.

And really, done right, torture is quite the artform. ]

You asking me to babysit you? Yeah, alright. Not like I've got anything better to do.

[vates]

[ That's not exactly what he said, but he'll take it, though he'll have to be on guard. Just in case Meg's changed her mind about being an ally since he last saw her. ]

Sure. Um... I don't know where I am. Should I meet up with you somewhere?

[foundacause]

[ Really, Kevin. Just because she's a demon doesn't mean she's going to change her mind without good reas-- wait, no. Probably best to be on guard. She is very much a demon who looks out for number one.

Aside from the whole dying for her cause thing... ]

No one stole you for the grand tour, yet? Think you can find your way to the kitchen?

[ Where all the sharp knives are. See how at ease she puts people? ]

[vates]

[ Maybe he can defend himself there. There's salt in the kitchen too, and that puts him at ease somewhat. He nods and hangs up because if he changes his mind halfway through, he doesn't want her to know.

He doesn't, though, and he finds the kitchen relatively quickly, which is weird. He would've thought it'd be farther from his room, but he isn't going to complain.

Once he gets in there, you can bet he starts looking for salt and a knife. ]

[foundacause]

[ Meg makes her way to the kitchen. She still can't really wrap her head around the constantly moving rooms. Probably a good job she doesn't suffer with seasickness or whatever...

She leans against the doorframe. ]

You going to throw salt in my face if I come in?

[vates]

Not if you come in. [ But if she decides to go apeshit on him? Yeah, he'll throw salt in her face. He keeps his grip on it, but he doesn't look like he's ready to attack her or anything. He leans back against the counter, warily checking out the rest of the room. ]

So what's the situation here?

[foundacause]

[ Try not to freak out or anything, Kev, Meg's just whipping her angel blade out. No big deal.

But rather than attacking the baby prophet, she offers it to him, hilt first. ]

There, feel better now? Much more effective than salt - less messy too.

[ How is that for a sign of peace? Willingly handing over a powerful weapon than can kill her. ] I want it back later though.

[ She sighs and goes to grab a drink of water. ] We used to have a sea view and now we have these lovely clinical looking rooms.

And whatever brings us here is powerful enough to trap the four archangels with ease.

Good times.

[vates]

[ He's intensely suspicious, until he realizes what end of the blade she's offering him. Then he edges forward and takes it from her, and he watches her closely until he internalizes what just happened. ]

You've been here for a while then?

[foundacause]

Awhile, yeah. Don't ask me to give you an exact count of the days because I stopped counting. Even with all the weird crap going on here it still beats what's waiting for me back home.

[ She'll take a clinical prison over death, thanks. ]

So... When you from then?

[vates]

Dean and Sam just went after the Roman goddess of the hearth. [ He knows what happened to Meg, but that seems like so long ago now, and he was a little busy slowly driving himself insane with tablets. Honestly, he couldn't even remember when Sam and Dean told him, if it'd been right after or much later. ]

It's been a while since I saw you. [ Is his polite way of saying that. ]

[foundacause]

Just a regular day in Winchester-land then?

[ Anything on those pretty stones on how to resurrect a dead demon? Preferably in the same meatsuit - but that bit can be negotiable. No? Nothing?

Well damn. ]

Yeah, sorry about that. Hard to send regular postcards when the King of Hell stabs you to death.

[vates]

[ His mind goes to his mom, even though it shouldn't. ]

Yeah. He's not king anymore, if that makes you feel any better. Abaddon's overthrowing him and doing a good job of it because Sam and Dean have him locked up in their dungeon.

[foundacause]

Woah, woah, woah, back up a bit. Rewind a moment. Sorry, did you say Abaddon is taking over? As in Knight of Hell Abaddon? As in hand-picked by Lucifer Knight of Hell Abaddon?

[ Meg gives a low whistle. ] Good luck with that then...

And if Dumb and Dumber have Crowley locked up - why is he even still alive? Seriously. Have they not learned their lesson about trusting Crowley yet?

[ She pauses and stares at the glass. ] What about Cas? Is he... [ Alive? Dead? Other? ]

[vates]

They want to use him to get information. [ Kevin hesitates, then looks guilty for a minute because it's been hard for him to get used to the idea himself. ]

And -- and I have too.

[ When she asks about Cas, he looks up again. ] He's fine. He's human. [ And he doesn't know why he hasn't been living with them, especially after Dean's speech about family. ]

[foundacause]

Information? From Crowley? Good luck with that, kiddies. [ You know, because he's just the most honest, helpful and trustworthy of demons! ]

Human? Human is good. Better than dead.

[vates]

I think so too, on both counts. [ Kevin shakes his head. Yeah, okay, he's concerned about Cas, but his thoughts center around Crowley a lot more. ]

He wanted a phone call to Hell, and then he translated some of what I'd been able to translate from the tablets into another language. We tested him first, and he passed the test, but... I don't know.

[foundacause]

Just... be careful. Crowley is a snake and he will always be looking out for number one. The second he get s a chance to stab you boys in the back to save his own skin - he will.

Every single time.

[ Ugh. When did Meg even start giving a damn about the Winchesters and their strays? ]

[vates]

[ Kevin would agree with that, but he thinks back to when Crowley had him in his fake houseboat, and he'd been ready to kill Kevin. No backup plan, just pure anger and frustration. That'd been the most frightening and most rewarding moment because he knew he pushed Crowley past even his own limits.

And then in the bunker, he'd egged Kevin on until he snapped and lit into him, and Kevin's been struggling with that, too. Had Crowley enjoyed it? That gives him creepy feelings, but also just... Did he want to see Kevin snap; did he want to see what he could manipulate Kevin into doing? Did he want to see that he could twist Kevin around until he was, in those few minutes, no better than Crowley? ]

I know. If I was in charge, he'd be dead.

[foundacause]

So why not take charge? Surely you're not scared of the Winchesters, are you? Who put those numb-skulls in charge any way?

[ Doesn't her love for them just shine through? ]

[vates]

I'm not scared of them. [ Are you kidding? He sighs, chewing his lip as he hugs his arms around him. ]

I wouldn't know what to do. Go on the run again, I guess, but. Being with Sam and Dean is better than being on my own, slowly going crazy. [ What if the hallucinations came back? What if the angels found him, or Abaddon? ]