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Here you go!
Part One:
http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/86936802664/is-it-too-late-for-me-to-request-a-kevin-fic-that-super
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Several hours later, you were curled up on your favourite armchair, reading, when you saw someone perch...

Here you go!

Part One:

http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/86936802664/is-it-too-late-for-me-to-request-a-kevin-fic-that-super

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Several hours later, you were curled up on your favourite armchair, reading, when you saw someone perch themselves on the arm of the seat. Slipping your bookmark in to mark your page, you looked up to find Kevin smiling down at you. “So I’m awake again.”

“I can see that,” you replied carefully, placing the book down on the table.

“We should probably talk about before,” he said seriously.

“Right. Yeah,” you answered, feeling your heart sink. Of course, now was when he told you that he’d been exhausted, he’d had too much caffeine. He hadn’t known what he was saying, he was sorry for getting your hopes up. You’d had feelings for Kevin for a while now, but for him to return them? That’d be ridiculous.

“I didn’t really go about things earlier in the right way,” he said, confirming your worst fears. “It wasn’t very romantic.” Wait. What? That was unexpected, to say the least. If Kevin was hoping to be romantic, that would suggest that he was trying to impress you…

“Wh-what?”

“Here.” From behind his back, he pulled out a bunch of leaves from one of the trees outside, which he’d tied together with a rubber band. You raised an eyebrow at it, and he looked down sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I know. This isn’t very romantic either. But I couldn’t really go into town to get a proper bouquet, so it’ll have to do, I guess. For now, anyway,” he added.

Your lips curled into a grin, and you looked up at him, your eyes shining. “Screw romance. This is pretty perfect, Kevin.” And it was. Because it didn’t matter that these weren’t roses, tied together with a vibrantly coloured ribbon. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t a candlelit dinner. What mattered was the way Kevin looked at you, as though you were something rare and special, something to marvel over. Sitting there, feeling him look at you in such a way, you didn’t care that this wouldn’t be considered conventionally romantic. All you cared about was that he made you feel loved, and beautiful, and no roses could buy that feeling.

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Is it too late for me to request a Kevin fic that super fluffy? I know it isn't much, but I can't think of anything.

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Hi. I’m so sorry for not posting for days! It’s just I was staying off tumblr because I only watched the Season 9 finale last night.

On another note, OMIGOSH!!!!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY WENT THERE!!!!!!! That episode broke my heart and I’m so crushed and freaked out right now and I have no idea where they’re going to go in Season 10. But I did like the episode.

Anyway, back to the writing. I hope you like it. It’s my first Kevin!

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You frowned down at the creases in your shirt, thinking that next time you should iron it before putting it on, or at least hang it up instead of dumping it at the bottom of your closet. As you headed towards the bunker’s library, you could hear the scratching of a pen on paper, and the sound of a coffee cup being slammed down onto a desk.

Peeking around the corner, you saw Kevin slumped over the Angel Tablet, his hair a mess and his eyes bruised by the iron fist of exhaustion. You shook your head at him. “You’re already up?” you asked in disbelief, leaning against the door frame.

“Never went to sleep,” he muttered, not even glancing up at you. You inhaled a sharp breath, striding over to the desk where he sat immersed in his work. Noticing the dregs at the bottom of the mug, you asked, “How many refills of this have you had?”

“A lot,” he admitted.

“Jesus, Kevin! You know that isn’t good for you! And neither is staying awake all night, for that matter. When was the last time you actually slept?” He lowered his pen, frowning as he considered your question.

“Uh…I think I dozed off for about ten minutes at around 4am.” You gasped, taking the tablet away from him.

“That’s it. You’re having a break. Right now.”

“But I need to decode this!” he argued. “Sam and Dean need me!”

“You won’t be much good to them if you die from exhaustion!” you yell. Immediately, you regret your harsh tone. After all, he was just trying to do the right thing. “Look, Kevin,” you continued, softening your tone, “I get that you’re trying to save the world and all that. But you need to take care of yourself too. And right now, that needs to be your top priority.”

“But -”

“No buts,” you interrupted. “Now let’s get you to bed. You need sleep.” You looped your arm around him, pulling him against you to support him as you walked him away from the desk. “Wow. You must have had a hell of a lot of caffeine. I can feel your heart racing from here,” you commented.

“That isn’t the caffeine,” he murmured, his face flushing a shade darker. You turned away, laughing nervously and feeling your own face heat up in response.

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t slept in a while,” you muttered, picking at a lose thread at the hem of your shirt.

“I’d say it even if I’d just woken up from hibernation,” he answered, his voice clear and steady. You would’ve thought he was completely confident, if it weren’t for the fact that you looked up and saw that his eyes held uncertainty.

“Don’t mess with me,” you whispered, mirroring his nervousness. If this was some kind of twisted joke, it would be like he’d ripped your heart out. As if you were back at school, and one of the popular kids had told you that you looked nice, before laughing about it with their friends as though they’d just told the funniest joke in the history of language itself.

“Y/N,” he murmured, resting his hand against your cheek, “I would never mess with you like this. What I said was true. You make my heart race, more so than any amount of caffeine I’ve had before. Because you’re beautiful, and kind and just all round awesome. And that isn’t just the sleep deprivation talking. Trust me.”

You smiled, hearing the truth in his tone, and seeing it in his earnest expression. “You’re awesome, too. I’ve kind of always thought that.” Kevin smiled back, understanding what you were saying without you having to say it. “But you really should go to bed now. We can talk about this when you aren’t about to pass out.”

“It’ll be like waking up from a dream right into another.” You laughed.

“This isn’t going to work if you’re going to be cheesy about it,” you told him, to which he grinned. “Now come on. Let’s go.”

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Thanks for reading! I noticed that when people ask for something fluffy, I tend to write romantic kind of stuff. Is that what you guys want? Because if not, feel free to let me know. I’d love to know what you think.

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