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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Kevin_Tran/Sam_Winchester, Charlie_Bradbury/Jo_Harvelle
  Character:
      Kevin_Tran, Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Jessica_Moore, Jo
      Harvelle, Bobby_Singer, Ellen_Harvelle, Samandriel, Charlie_Bradbury
  Additional Tags:
      Kevin_is_17, Sam_is_30, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Awkward
      Kevin, Jo_and_Kevin_are_bros, Slow_Build, Loss_of_Virginity, First_Time,
      Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-03 Updated: 2014-01-22 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7385
****** Teenage Sensation ******
by DirtyTeaSpoon
Summary
     Kevin (age 17) had always been an awkward kid. He was quiet and
     reserved, but he still managed to draw attention with his mismatched
     hand-me-down clothes and and his annoyingly consistent habit of
     tripping over everything, including his own feet. It often found him
     trouble.
     Trouble on this particular day happened to come in the form of one
     Sam Winchester (age 30). Mr. Winchester, who also happened to be
     Kevin's ninth period Creative Writing teacher.
Notes
     This is an AU student/teacher story. Kevin is 17, Sam is 30.
     This is my first attempt in years at a multiple chapter fic. I wanted
     it to be something Sam/Kevin. There needs to be more Sevin in the
     world. I don't have an entirely clear picture of where I want this to
     go. I certainly have ideas (my first attempts at smut and also some
     shmoop), but I'd love input from anybody interested. If you've got
     mini prompts pertaining to what's happened so far or for future use,
     let me know!
     This is un-beta'd. For now, probably. I'm going to try and stick to a
     posting schedule. At least one chapter per week.
***** Twist Me to the Left *****
    Kevin had always been an awkward kid. He was quiet and reserved, but he
still managed to draw attention with his mismatched hand-me-down clothes and
and his annoyingly consistent habit of tripping over everything, including his
own feet. It often found him trouble.
    Trouble on this particular Monday happened to come in the form of one Sam
Winchester. Mr. Winchester, who also happened to be Kevin's ninth period
Creative Writing teacher.
    Kevin's day started out pretty typical. In other words – pretty terrible.
From the only pair of jeans he owned that actually almost fit him being
accidentally bleached to hell the previous evening, thanks to his mother
drunkenly deciding to do the laundry; to the mud that managed to end up
splattered all over his best, as in least stained t-shirt, by some jerk
stomping around in puddles at the bus stop. By the time Kevin arrived at Lucky
High School, the poor kid looked drowned and miserable.
    Grabbing his ratty sweat pants and t-shirt from his gym locker when he got
to school seemed to be his best option. At least, that's what he thought. He
hadn't counted on the very literal run in with Mr. Winchester. Tall, tanned,
perfectly stubble-faced, totally jacked, sweater-vest-wearing and frustratingly
handsome Mr. Winchester. Kevin had just entered the boys' locker room when Mr.
frustratingly handsome rounded the row of lockers – red-faced, damp-haired and
carrying a tall mug of some sort of steaming beverage.
    Kevin hadn't noticed Mr. Winchester until he had a face full of incredibly
firm pectorals and excruciatingly hot beverage – coffee if he placed the smell
correctly – dripping down both him and the taller man.
    A continuous stream of “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” escaped Kevin, at the same
time Mr. Winchester exclaimed “Holy shit that's fucking hot!”
    Kevin abruptly hauled his pained hopping and shirt fanning. 'Oh fuck.' He
thought. “Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so fucking sorry!” Is what came out of his
mouth. “I'm so so so sorry! I'm so clumsy! Oh my god!”
    Kevin was hyperventilating, his excruciating burns momentarily forgotten by
the blinding panic of just having scalded his teacher. His teacher who he also
happened to have had the biggest fucking crush on since freshmen year!
    “Hey hey, it's alright! It was my fault too! I didn't see you there either,
calm down!” Mr. Winchester placed his had on Kevin back and rubbed soothing
circles until the younger man's breathing calmed. “You alright now? Do you need
to call home for clean clothes?”
    The teacher took in the kid's appearance and noticed the apparent per-
existing staining and ruined sort-of-too-tight jeans that certainly didn't look
to be intentionally too tight.
    “I was just going to grab my gym clothes.” The kid muttered, turned his
attention to the floor.
    “Yeah yeah, good idea. I should change back into my running clothes.” The
teacher replied. Kevin gave him an obviously confused look. “I run the school
track every morning.” Mr. Winchester clarified.
    “Oh.”
    Kevin awkwardly shuffled away toward the first row of lockers. He stopped
at locker number 11 and entered his lock combination. Mr. Winchester walked
past him and stop at the farthest locker of the row on the opposite side of the
bench. Locker number 24, he noticed. Kevin realized he'd been staring, and that
Mr. Winchester had been looking his way and definitely noticed him staring.
Kevin quickly turned his attention back to his own locker, pulled out his
sweater and t-shirt and was just about to strip of his soiled top when he heard
the rustle of fabric.
    His teacher sans pressed white button up shirt and black sweater vest is
what Kevin saw when looked back at Mr. Winchester. The older man's deltoids and
biceps bulged perfectly and Kevin's gaze followed the faintly raised veins and
lines of the man's perfectly muscled arms. Kevin's dick gave a twitch.
    Mr. Winchester brandished an old gray t-shirt from his locker and turned
back in Kevin's direction. He noticed Kevin's staring again. He raised his brow
at Kevin and pulled the shirt over his perfectly defines pectorals and
perfectly sculpted torso. Mr. Winchester cleared his throat and it echoes in
the locker room, making Kevin jump back to reality and turn tomato red at the
realization that he'd just been caught checking out his stupidly fucking
perfect teacher.
    'Oh my go oh my god oh my god.' Kevin though over and over before grabbing
his change of clothes and taking off toward the bathroom stalls. 'You're such a
fucking embarrassment, Kevin, what the fuck is your problem. He's a teacher.
Get it together!'
    Kevin slammed the stall door behind him and hit his head against it.
    “Fuck.”
    Kevin muddled through the rest of the day in a daze. He got through eight
periods of classes without really taking in anything that was happening around
him. His mind was an endless loop of 'You're a fucking idiot.' He was
absolutely dreading ninth period after the utterly embarrassing morning events.
He tried to mentally steel himself as he entered the classroom, but that
shattered the minute he saw Mr. Winchester sitting behind his desk at the front
of the room. That gray t-shirt stretched over his broad chest and formed
perfectly to his well-muscled upper arms. The teacher got up from his chair to
retrieve something from the back of the room, and Kevin's heart nearly stopped
at the sight of Mr. Winchester's ass in the slightly baggy sweat pants he wore.
    Kevin realized he was staring again. Luckily this time he hadn't been
caught. He snapped himself out of is and took his seat at the back of the room
in the corner, hoping the class would pass by quickly without anymore
embarrassing incidents.
    "Hey Mr. Winchester, what's with the threads?" Sassy loud mouth Jo Harvelle
shouted as she entered the room. She through a crumpled ball of paper at Mr.
Winchester's head and waggled her eyebrows at him.
    Mr. Winchester stuck his tongue out and through the paper ball back at her,
hitting her square in the face. "Take your seat JoAnna." He said in a teasing
tone.
    Jo took the seat right next to Kevin. She squinted at him, seeming to be
evaluating him. "Is today gym day and nobody informed me?" She said with a
grin.
    "Um, uh, n-no. There was an accident. A coffee accident..." Kevin stuttered
in reply.
    Jo laughed. "Figures big clutzo moose over there would cause an accident. I
don't know how he managed to survive to 30. I swear he manages to trip over his
own damn shadow!"
    "U-uh, it's wasn't h-his fault. I bumped into him."
    Mr. Winchester chose that moment to call the class to order and Kevin was
left wondering why Jo Harvelle talked so casually about their teacher. He
wanted to ask her, but he figured that would be rude and also none of his
business. So instead he turned his attention back to Mr. Winchester and tried
to pay attention to whatever the man was saying about free verse poetry. Class
dragged on and Kevin had trouble focusing on his teachers words, rather than
the mouth they were coming out of. The end of the day bell rang and Kevin
jumped and nearly fell right off his chair.
    "Wait, not so fast!" Mr. Winchester's voice commanded as the class tried to
get up and leave. "I want ya'll to practice writing creatively in the form of
free verse poetry. I'm going to give you two weeks from today to turn something
in." The class collectively groaned and Mr. Winchester rolled his eyes and
grinned. "Yeah yeah, I know, it's so terrible!" He laughed. "I'm going to be
choosing three pieces to enter into a local slam contest, so really give it
some thought, please."
    Class was dismissed then. Kevin gathered up his books, and as he was
shoving them into his raggedy, patched up back pack, he felt eyes boring into
him. He turned to see Jo Harvelle still sitting in her seat. She raised an
eyebrow at him and the sly twist of her lips made him nervous.
    "Uh... h-hi?" He stammered.
    Jo's laugh boomed and Kevin flinched. "So... Sam, huh?" It was a question,
but not a question.
    "Sam?" Kevin asked.
    "Mr. Winchester, dummy."
    Kevin's eyes widened comically. "W-what about him?"
    She grinned. "I saw you looking at him."
    "He's the teacher, of course I was l-looking at him!" Kevin squeaked. He
was starting to sweat profusely.
    "Uhhh huh." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So I was just
imagining the mooney eyes and drool?" She laughed. "Dude, you can't tear your
eyes away from him!"
    Kevin was starting to panic. "I-I have to go..." He shot out of his chair,
knocking it over in the process and tumbling straight down to the floor, flat
on his face. Of course. Why would he expect to make a clean exist? He groaned
and slowly rose to a sitting position. He looked up at Jo and sighed. He looked
pitiful.
    "Dude, I ain't judgin' you." She said. "Okay, I'm a little judgin' you.
He's an overgrown moose who needs a haircut who owes me fifteen bucks!" She
laughed again.
    Kevin fixed her with another confused look.
    "I've known him my whole life. His Uncle Bobby is married to my mom. Sam
and his brother were my babysitters until I was twelve. They're practically my
brothers." Jo clarified.
    "Oh."
    "Really, dude, it's fine. I'm not gonna tell anyone." She smiled, got up
and offered Kevin her hand to help him up.
    "T-thanks." He mumbled, giving her what he hoped was a smile, but assumed
it was probably more like a terrified grimace. Kevin didn't make friends very
easily. This was probably the longest he'd interacted with anybody in years. It
was an oddly pleasant feeling.
    "You wanna hang out?" Jo asked suddenly.
    "W-what?" Kevin gave her a wide-eyed look of confusion. 'Holy shit!' he
thought.
    "There's a kick ass diner like two blocks from school with the BEST
milkshakes! My treat."
    Kevin felt dazed. He'd never hung out with anyone outside of school before.
He some times met up in the library with this kid Alphie from his Literature
class, to discuss the latest books. It wasn't really hanging out. "Uh, okay."
Kevin replied lamely.
    "Come on." Jo grabbed his arm and hauled him out of the classroom. As they
left, Kevin noticed that Mr. Winchester was no longer in the room. He gave a
sigh of relief that none of what Jo had said was heard by the teacher.
***** Stranger By The Moment *****
Chapter Summary
     Jo and Kevin bond.
Chapter Notes
     I'm super into where this is going, and Jo and Kevin being bros
     pleases me greatly.
    Jo dragged Kevin to Jiddy Jim's, the seedy looking diner near the high
school and pushed him into a corner booth, away from the other people in the
establishment. It had been incredibly weird at first, and Kevin didn't say
anything. He just listen to Jo go on and on about how fantastic the milkshakes
were, her back against the wall and legs bent with her cherry red combat boot-
clad feet resting on bench seat, until said milkshakes finally arrived a their
table. Kevin ordered a plain strawberry, and Jo ordered some fudgey chocolaty
concoction that admittedly looked pretty damn delicious. Kevin remained quiet,
and contemplated Jo for a moment. She was honestly pretty weird. Black tank top
and red flannel and ripped up jeans that didn't look like those artfully pre-
ripped ones you see at the mall, and those eye catching boots. She certainly
didn't look like the other kids at school, Kevin mused, until Jo finally
mentioned Mr. Winchester.

    “So... Sam, huh?” She grinned and raised a brow.

    “Uh-uh...” Kevin was suddenly panicked again.

    “Dude, seriously, chill out. Like I said, it's fine. I ain't gonna preach
to you or anything. Sam's cool. He's basically my incredibly dorky, nerdy big
brother. I'm not one to judge, anyway.” Jo smiles softly. “My girlfriend is
older than I am, too. Admittedly, not as old as Sam, but she's 23. You're cool
with me dude, don't worry so much.”

    Kevin couldn't keep the extreme look of surprise off of his face. “I-
I didn't know you...”

    “That I'm gay?” She laughed. “Yeah, most people don't.”

    They were both silent for a few minutes while they finished off their
milkshakes. When the waitress came around to their table to take their empty
glasses, Jo ordered then two more.

    “He'll have a Nutella chocolate chip this time, too.” Jo said. She winked
at the quite boy across from her and he gave her a small smile.

    After their second round arrived, they fell into another short silence.
Kevin's mind was reeling. He was honestly kind of having fun, and Jo was
definitely right, the milkshakes here were awesome. Despite that, he still
couldn't shake the uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

    “S-somebody like him could never like someone... like me.” Kevin finally
spoke.

    “What do you mean 'someone like you'?” Jo eyed him intensely.

    “You know. Me being the quiet, awkward nerd kid with a knack for tripped
over air. Him being the totally jacked, perfect Adonis! Not to mention I'm
seventeen... and his student.”

    “Are you kidding me? Sam is the nerdiest nerd who ever did nerd.” She
laughed. “You know, when he would babysit me when I was little, he would spent
the whole time doing homework or reading books, just for fun!” She makes a mock
gagging noise before she continues, “And I know for a fact he keeps a stack of
Justice League comic books under his bed.” Jo sighs. “Look, I'll admit you're
not the most graceful creature, but being smart ain't bad. Sure, you're a nerd,
but at least you're not an asshole. I'd take nerd over asshole any day. And
come on, do you even realize you're utter cuteness potential?”

    “My WHAT?” Kevin has a look of complete confusion, his brows furrowed and
mouth wrinkled.

    “Look at you! I mean, aside from the weird clothes, you got the stubbly,
just woke up thing goin' on.” Kevin was just about to say somebody when Jo
started flailing her arm around in excitement. “Dude! You gotta let me give you
a makeover! Well, I wouldn't call it a make 'over', more of an... enhancement.”

    “W-hy would you do that? And WHAT would you do?”

    “My girlfriend Charlie can cut hair like a dang pro!” Jo laughed at Kevin's
mortified expression. “Then we just put you in some clothes that might actually
fit you and BAM, you're a total hot-hot-hottie!”

    “Jo, I-I can't afford clothes...”

    “Oh please. I've been stealing clothes from Sam and Dean forever. I've
never had to buy a flannel shirt my whole life! I've got plenty of stuff that
would work for you!” Jo's eyed glinted with pure excitement.

    Kevin sighed. “Okay... I guess.” He relented.

    “Yes!” Jo hissed and did a weird little wiggle-dance in her seat.

    They sat at the diner and made their way through two more milkshakes each,
talking with weirdly comfortable ease. It was a feeling that Kevin definitely
was not used to, but it was pleasant. Making friend wasn't something that he
had any real experience in, but he guessed that was what he and Jo were
doing—becoming friends. It was nice, and he was actually kind of looking
forward to whatever she planned to do to him. He knew his appearance was
lacking. None of his clothes fit him. They were all hand-me-downs from family
members or donated by a local church. He definitely wouldn't be wearing them if
he had a choice, but his mother couldn't afford new things for him. He also
hadn't had a haircut in over a year, and the hair in his face was starting to
become a problem. Yeah, Kevin was very much looking forward to indulging in
this teenage movie cliché.


    The next day finds Kevin waiting at the bus stop as usual. He's sitting on
a bench with a pen and a notebook, trying to brainstorm for his free verse
poetry assignment, and trying rather unsuccessfully to not think about a
certain Creative Writing teacher. Those thoughts are halted when he hears a the
grumbling, kind-of-sounds-like-death roar of a vehicle and a pitiful dying horn
honk. The sight that greets him when he looks up is... weird, to say the least.
Jo Harvelle is hanging out the window of what looks to be a very old pickup
truck with a very faded minty blue paint job.

    Jo is grinning at him and waving him over, so Kevin hastily packs his
things back into his ratty book bag and jogs over to the truck, nearly
stumbling over his own feet on the way.

    “Get in!” Jo yells over the roar of the truck's engine. Kevin gives her a
dumbfounded look and complies.

    The truck's seats are also a minty blue color and are actually really
comfortable.

    “Is this your truck?” Kevin asks.

    “Hell yeah, she's mine! 1965 Chevy pickup! Been rebuilding her myself!
Well, with Dean's help, but it's so been mostly me. Painted her myself and
everything!” Jo is grinning wide and stroking the dashboard. Kevin can't help
but smile at it.

    “So what are we doing?” He asks.

    “I'm taking you to school, duh! I only live a few blocks from your stop. I
could totally pick you up on my way every day.” Jo gives him a light punch on
the arm. “The bus is for squares!” She informs him.

    “Thank you, Jo.” Kevin looks at her fondly. “Really, thanks.”

    “Dude, no big deal. That's what friend are for!” She grins and turns all
her attention back to the road, just as they're making the turn into the school
parking lot.

    Jo and Kevin part ways after they exit her truck, and Kevin drifts through
his first four periods, feeling very light and pleasantly content. Knowing that
Jo thought they were friends was a major self-esteem boot and he was riding the
high and feeling happier than he could remember ever being. Jo was strange and
loud, but he liked her company.

    He entered the cafeteria for his fifth period lunch. As he was heading to
one of the lunch lines, he heard Jo yell.

    “Kev! Over here!”

    He looked around and spotted her close to the front, waving him over. He
complied and they moved through the line together, picking up today's less-
than-appetizing-looking pizza, before grabbing an empty table near the corner
of the cafeteria.

    Jo and Kevin chatted nonstop for the rest of the lunch period, as they
picked at the questionable-looking pepperoni on the monstrosity the school
tried to pass off as pizza. They discovered their mutual love of Buffy the
Vampire Slayer and cheesy, campy horror movies.

    After lunch, Kevin's day was a blur. That is, until the arrival of ninth
period. He shuffled into the classroom, and apparently he was the first one to
arrive because he and Mr. Winchester were the only ones there. Kevin gulped and
he swore Mr. Winchester would be able to hear how fast his heart was beating as
he took his usual seat in the back corner. His gaze was utterly fixed on the
teacher, and his breathe caught when Mr. Winchester looked up and gave him a
blindingly perfect smile.

    Jo chose that moment to stomp through the door.

    “Kevin, my man!” She yelled as she took the seat next to him and rested her
feet on the desk in front of her.

    “H-hey.” Kevin smiled slightly.

    “JoAnna, you better get those feet off my desk.” Mr. Winchester's voice
made Kevin jump. Embarrassingly, he lost his balance and fell out of his seat,
landing on his ass.

    “REALLY?” Jo laughed at him as he got back in his seat.

    Jo removed her feet from the desk as the rest of the class started to file
in.

    Kevin resumed his staring. He knew if was probably incredibly creepy, but
hey, if he didn't get caught, nobody could call him on it. He watched Sam's
mouth as the teacher lectured more about poetry and the assignment they were
given the day before. With no transition at all, Kevin's thoughts drifted to
the image of the teacher's perfectly defined arms... and his chest... and those
perfect abs...

    Kevin realized that there was now a very obviously bulge in the stupidly
ill fitting jeans her wore, and panic started to set in.

    'Stupid stupid stupid stupid!' He though. Fuck, wait a minute. That last
one hadn't been in his head. He went comically wide-eyed and gaped as he
realized Mr. Winchester, and the whole damn class, had their eyes on him. He
quickly grabbed the notebook from his desk to cover his lap.

    “Kevin, do you have anything to add?” Mr. Winchester raised his brow, party
amused and party confused.

    “N-no! No...” Kevin squeaked.

    Mr. Winchester laughed softly. “Alright then.”

    Utterly mortified. Kevin was utterly mortified for the rest of class.
Nobody the teacher was saying was getting through because all Kevin could hear
was the 'You fucking idiot!' screaming in his head.

    Kevin jumped when the bell finally rang. His classmates were all stampeding
out the door, except for Jo, who was sitting beside him and laughing like a
damn hyena.

    “Smooth, Tran.” She gasped out between laughing. “REAL smooth.”

    “Oh my god.” Kevin thunked his head on his desk.

    “Come on, lover boy.” Jo grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him up out of
his chair. “You're coming to my house. Charlie is gonna meet us there and we're
gonna make you all purdy.”
 
***** Not The cliché *****
Chapter Summary
     Kevin gets a makeover.
Chapter Notes
     I know, there's been a lot of Jo and Kevin action. Next chapter will
     feature a heavy dose of Sam, I promise! I really wanted to establish
     the broship between Jo and Kevin.
    Jo Harvelle talked enough for two people. Kevin didn't mind, really. It
meant he wasn't expected to say too much, and he was perfectly okay with that.
Not that he didn't like talking to Jo. She was actually really cool. But he
wasn't really much of a talker unless he had something he felt was really worth
saying. Plus, Jo said some pretty outrageous and hilarious stuff, so he didn't
mind her filling in all the quiet gaps. Jo was behind the wheel of her truck,
Kevin in the passenger seat, and she was currently going on about how she
totally kicks Charlie's ass in Street Fighter every time. Kevin wasn't entirely
sure how they ended up talking about this.

    “I've never played that before.” He said.

    Jo's foot stuttered on the breaks for a moment, and her gaze snapped to
Kevin briefly, before her eyes were back on the road.

    “DUDE! Are you kidding me? How did you spend your childhood?” Jo demanded.
She actually sounded pained to even consider that Kevin had never played Street
Fighter.

    “Uh... not playing video games?” Kevin squeaked. “I mostly read books...”

    “Well, we're gonna have to change that! I'll teach you how to kick
Charlie's ass!”

    Kevin had lived in the same town his whole life, but he'd never seen this
part of it. They were making their way out of the suburban home of the high
school, and into more rural territory. The trees were getting more dense and
Kevin could smell dirt and decaying leaves—early signs of autumn. He closed his
eyes and breathed in the aroma wafting in through the rolled down windows, and
basked in the warmth of the mid-day sun streaming down on his face.

    He felt Jo make a turn and they were suddenly on a gravel road leading into
a deeper wooded area. Jo's old truck bounced around like crazy and there were
thick clouds of dust floating in through the open windows. She sped up, the
truck hauling ass down the bumpy road, and Kevin gripped the door handle and
the edge of the seat to hold on.

    “Wooo!” Jo laughed maniacally.

    The truck made an abrupt turn, tires squealing, sliding onto a much
smoother dirt road. Not a road, actually, Kevin noticed, but a long and narrow
drive way that lead up to an old looking house.

    Jo parked next to a bright green Volkswagen Beetle with a bumper sticker
that read “my other car is a TARDIS.” She and Kevin got out of the truck, and
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief to be on steady ground.

    “Hey babe!” He heard Jo yell.

    Kevin turned to see a see a kind-of-short red head standing on the porch.
Said red head, who Kevin assumed to be Charlie, nearly got knocked to the
ground by Jo's running-tackle-hug. Charlie didn't seem to mind, just gave Jo a
chaste, yet lingering kiss. He couldn't help but smile at them.

    Jo looked back at him. “Yo Kev, you gonna stand there all day or what? We
got work to do!” She was grinning stupidly.

    Kevin just noded and followed the two girls inside.

    Jo's house was slightly cluttered, rustic and homey. There were books
everywhere! One whole wall was lined with shelves, stuffed completely full,
plus the couple of stacks on the floor nearby that reached almost to the
ceiling. Kevin wanted to stop and look at them, but he was suddenly being
pulled by his sleeve as Jo lead him into the next room, which ended up being
the kitchen.

    “You brought your tools, right, babe?” Jo asked Charlie.

    Charlie brandished a metal box from her messenger bag. “Of course!”

    “Excellent!” Jo grined. “Oh, by the way! Kev, this is Charlie.” She noded
to the red head. “Babe, this is Kevin.”

    Charlie waved.

    “Alright, let's do this!” Jo shouts. She rubbed her hands together like she
was a villain.

    Kevin was shoved into a nearby kitchen chair and a towel was being draped
around his neck and clipped at the back to hold it in place. Kevin took a deep
breath, then breathed out slowly.

    “Hey dude, just so you know, you don't have to let us do this if you don't
want it. I'm not tryin' to force you to change or anything.” Jo said, suddenly
looking at him softly.

    “Y-you're not forcing me to do anything. This isn't the cliché teenage
makeover scene. I mean, I've never been particularly attached to my hair, or my
shitty clothes. I'm honestly pretty indifferent to the whole thing.” He said.
“Sure, I'm kind of nervous, but I mean... I haven't had a hair cut in a long
time.”

    “It's all good, dude. I'm gonna make you look bangin'!” Charlie chimed in.
She had a confident look in her eyes and it put Kevin at ease.

    “Alright, let's do this.” Kevin said after another deep breath.

    Charlie opened up her metal box to retrieve scissors, some long clips and
what looks like another pair of scissors, which Charlie tried to explain about,
but damned if Kevin understood a word of it.

    Kevin's jaw-length hair was combed through and pinned up every which way,
save for a section in the back. Charlie angled his head down and he closed his
eyes tight before he heard the scissors slicing through his strands. It sounded
like ripping paper.

    “You alright down there, Kev?” Charlie asked.

    Kevin let out a deep breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, and he
felt oddly lighter. He felt... good. It was a weird sensation, and it took him
by surprise. “Yeah, I'm awesome.” He replied.


    Clump after clump, Kevin's hair fell softly to the kitchen floor, and with
each chop, the feeling of lightness grew. Kevin felt almost weightless by the
time the girls finally broke the silence.

    “Holy shit.” He heard Jo say.

    “You can say that again.” Charlie agreed.

    “What?” Kevin asked curiously.

    Charlie passed a large hand mirror to him, and what his refection showed
made his eyes widen and he audibly gasped. Kevin's hair was definitely much
shorter and he actually thought he looked... good. No, make that awesome. He
looked up at the girls and couldn't hold back a huge grin.

    “Hell yeah, dude! You look fucking awesome!” Jo yelled.

    “I think this might be some of my best work.” Charlie said, and Kevin could
see an almost cocky smirk on her face.

    Kevin had to agree with them both. He ran his hands through the strands.
Charlie had apparently styled it as well. He hadn't noticed while he was so
comfortably zoned out. His hair had that I totally just rolled out of bed like
this, but not really look. Soft, but

    “If you don't shower tonight, it'll look even better tomorrow!” Charlie
told him.

    He nodded before he was suddenly being pulled for his chair and dragged
down the hallway and up the stairs to Jo's bedroom, where he bed was completely
covered in every color of flannel a person could possibly dream of, as well as
a bunch of worn out jeans and t-shirt in various colors. Jo instantly grabbed a
rusty red-colored flannel and a plain white t-shirt, and thrust them as Kevin.
He eyed them cautiously, then shifted his gaze to Jo's bedroom door.

    “Oh, c'mon dude. You're in the presence of the gayest chicks you'll ever
know!” Jo huffed, before turning and planting a less-than-chaste kiss on
Charlie's lips.

    Kevin shuffled nervously. He didn't even like to change in gym class. He
usually used the bathroom stalls instead. He sighed. Better to just get it over
with.

    So he stripped off his ill-fitted t-shirt. His brows furrowed and he looked
at the girls confused when he heard their surprised gawking.

    “What?” He asked.

    “Uh, Kev... you're kinda hot. Ya know, if I was into dicks.” Jo said. “Why
the hell have you been hidin' that body?”

    “It's nothing special...” Kevin mumbled.

    “Nothing special? DUDE! Have you not seen yourself? What do you even DO?
I've never seen you really participate in gym or anything.”

    “I.. uh... I-I run a lot.”

    Eager to cover himself up again, Kevin hastily put on the white t-shirt Jo
had given him. It fit him snugly, but not in a bad way. As he was buttoning up
the flannel shirt, Jo tossed him a pair of faded jeans, hitting his square in
the face.

    “Put those on too!” She said.

    Kevin involuntarily turned bright red at the thought of taking off his
pants in front of anyone.

    Jo rolled her eyes. “C'moooon, dude!”

    Relenting with a sigh, Kevin unbuttoned his stupid, too-small jeans and
slowly peeled them off down his legs, kicking off his dirty converse at the
end, so he could pull the jeans off completely. Feeling irrationally self-
conscious about the worn white briefs he wore, Kevin quickly pulled the other
jeans on. Once they were buttoned, he noted that they fit much better than
anything he owned, though they were a little baggy and they hung kind of low on
his hips. He'd certainly take slight baggy over too small any day. All he
needed to do was add a belt and they'd be a vast improvement to old jeans.

    Charlie let out an impressed whistle. “Lookin' good!”

    “Damn, Tran, you're definitely hot!” Jo added. “Sammy boy ain't gonna know
what hit 'em!”

    Kevin blushed bright red.

    Jo strut over to him and tugged at the flannel shirt. “Hmm. It fits nice as
it is, but I think we can take in the sides a little bit and show off that
surprisingly impressively hot body a little.” She said. “Hey babe, you're good
at the sewing stuff. You wanna take this in for me? Pretty please?” She looked
to Charlie.

    Charlie sighed dramatically. “Of course. Anything for my princess!”

    Jo rolled her eyes at that.


    By the time Jo took Kevin home, which was hours later, well after one in
the morning, Kevin owned a handful of new t-shirts in various colors, three new
pairs of jeans and flannel shirts in rust, green and navy blue. Kevin felt a
swell of gratitude for his new friendship with Jo, and now, he supposed, with
Charlie as well.

    They had just pulled up in front of Kevin's tailor when Kevin turned to Jo.

    “Thanks, Jo. For being my friend.”

    “Awe, Kev.” She cooed, before pulling him into an awkward hug and ruffling
his hair with her knuckle.

    Kevin couldn't help the rumble of laughter that followed as he tried to
squirm away from her. “Way to ruin a heartwarming moment.”

    “Oh! Charlie and I are having a gaming night this week. You totally need to
come so I can show you the wonders of Street Fighter!” Jo said excitedly as
Kevin went to exit the truck.

    “Yeah, that'd be awesome.” Kevin agreed.

    “I'll let you know what day at lunch tomorrow!”

    Kevin nodded and shut the truck door.

    After Jo drove off, Kevin just stood there with a slight smile on his face,
feeling like the past few days had been the best of his life, and he couldn't
really get used to it.
***** Into The Fire *****
Chapter Summary
     Kevin draws attention.
Chapter Notes
     Yay, Sam! There will be LOTS more Sam in the next chapter, and
     possibly sexy stuff?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
    Getting up the next morning was kind of hell. Kevin wasn't used to being up
so late, and he was definitely feeling it.

    He shuttered as his feet his the cold wooden floor, and shuffled his way to
the bathroom across the hallway from his room to brush his teeth.

    What his refection showed in the bathroom mirror surprised him. He looked
utterly exhausted, sure, with darker bags under his eyes than usual, but he
also looked oddly contented and his eyes held a shine that Kevin couldn't
remember ever seeing in them before. The wonders having a friend, and finally
having something resembling a life, will do to you, he figured.

    He quickly brushed his teeth, mussed up his hair a bit and shuffled back to
his bedroom where he quickly got dressed in one of his new white t-shirts, a
new pair of jeans and the rusty-colored flannel that Charlie had modified to
form to him. He buttoned the flannel all the way up, but then decided that
probably looked silly and unbuttoned the first two buttons.

    After rummaging through his intensely cluttered closet, Kevin added a
frayed black cloth belt to his ensemble, then sloppily laced up his raggedy
converse before heading down stairs with an extra pep in his step. Which was
impressive, considering how tired he was.

    Kevin barely had time to snag a pop tart from the kitchen before he heard
Jo's pitiful truck horn. He raced out the front door, tripping over his
slightly-too-long jeans and almost dropping his backpack on the way to the
truck he was growing weirdly fond of.

    Kevin stuffed one pop tart in his mouth and offered the other to Jo.

    “Cinnamon.” He said.

    “Hell yeah.” Jo replied, and accepted happily.


    Jo once again pulled into the parking lot of Lucky High, and she and Kevin
parted ways.

    As Kevin walked to his first period class, he twitched nervously as he felt
eyes on him. He glanced around to see quite a few people staring at him, then
immediately directed his eyes back to the floor, feeling completely self-
conscious. He shuffled fasted and sighed in relief as he made it to his first
period Literature class, and took his seat at the back.

    “Whoa, nice hair cut, Kevin!”

    Kevin turned to see Alphie sitting next to him, smiling.

    “U-uh, thanks, Alphie.” Kevin stammered.

    Neither of them got the change to speak again before Mrs. Moore called the
class to attention and began discussing the second half of The Moonstone by
Wilkie Collins.

    The next three periods were weird for Kevin. People wouldn't stop looking
at him and it was really unnerving. 'Jeez, a guy gets one little hair cut and
suddenly he's big news or something.' He thought as he entered the cafeteria
for his fifth period lunch. He spied Jo right away at what had become their
usual table. Kevin had never had a usual table before. Or somebody to eat lunch
with. He couldn't help the little smile on his face as he sat down next to Jo.

    “DUDE! People are talking about you.” She said immediately.

    Kevin sighed. “Yeah... I-I noticed.”

    “You're hot shit!” She said as she playfully mussed up his hair.

    “I wish they would stop staring at me. It's just a hair cut...” Kevin tried
to smooth down some of the mess Jo made of his already messy hair.

    “Yeah, well, teenagers like to gossip about anything new to spice up their
boring-ass existence.” Jo said matter-of-factly. Kevin couldn't help the snort
of laughter that followed. “Anyway dude, game night is a go for this Friday
after school! You could crash at my place too, if you wanna.” She said.

    “O-okay. Sounds good.” Kevin smiled.

    They chit-chatted about everything and anything, with Kevin contributing
more to the conversation that he typically would. He was starting to open up
more and become more vocal with Jo. She just made him feel normal, and she
never seriously judged him for anything he said, even if she did some times
make fun of him. He knew that was only playful teasing.

    Lunch ended and Jo and Kevin once again parted ways; Jo running off to
World History, and Kevin shuffling his way to his his much-loathed gym class.

    Three periods and a bruise the size of Texas later, he sat in his seat in
Creative Writing, waiting for Jo to show up. And Mr. Winchester. Kevin was
earlier than usual. He sat examining the now well-formed bruise on his forearm.
Stupid Mr. had them playing dodge ball and stupid Fergus deliberately whipped
the ball at Kevin's face. Kevin dodged it, but in the process ended up sprawled
on the gym floor, his arm saving him from completely face planting.

    Kevin was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard anyone enter the
classroom, so he was completely startled when he heard a voice.

    “Yikes. What happened?” Mr. Winchester asked, brow arched.

    “U-uh... dodge ball...” Kevin stammered and quickly tried to roll down his
sleeve. 'Brilliant, Kev. You got such a way with words.' He thought.

    Mr. Winchester laughed. “Ah, yeah. I remember those days.”

    Mr. Winchester's gaze was suddenly roamed Kevin's body, and Kevin squirmed
in this seat, feeling heat fill his cheeks. “Hey, Kev...” He started. “Is that
my shirt?” He asked. “Looks awfully familiar.”

    Kevins eyes went comically wide. “Um... U-uh... well...”

    “You bet your sweet ass it is, Moose!” Jo yelled before she plopped down
into the seat next to Kevin. “I think the pants were dean's.”

    “And THAT'S why you're not allowed in my house alone.” Mr. Winchester said,
pointing at Jo.

    “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

    “Looks good on you, though, Kev.” The taller man directed at Kevin.

    Kevin could have swore he saw the teacher wink before he went back to his
desk at the front of the room, and the rest of the students filed into the
class. Kevin's heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest.

    For the rest of the class, Mr. Winchester talked about... something. Kevin
wasn't exactly paying attention to the words, but rather the mouth they were
coming from. Mr. Winchester would glance at Kevin every few minutes, and there
was a glint of something Kevin couldn't place in his eyes, and the teacher
looked like he was trying really hard to contain a grin before he would look
away.
    Then the teacher bit his lip and soothed the spot with his tongue, and THAT
nearly did Kevin in.
    Kevin was practically vibrating in his seat by the time the bell rang. He
immediately shot up from his chair, toppling it over as he did.

    “Shit.” He stage-whispered, and scrambled to place the chair upright again,
before grabbing his backpack and bolting out of the classroom.

    He didn't get very far before he heard loud, stomping footsteps behind him.

    “Kev!” Jo called to him. “Wait up!”

    Kevin slowed his pace to his usual shuffle. 'Way to go, idiot. Way to look
like the biggest jackass!' He though.

    Jo caught up to him and they walked side by side. “What's goin' on in that
noggin' of yours?” She knocked on Kevin's head.

    Kevin sighed. “I'm so stupid.”

    He stopped walking and sagged against a row of lockers before sinking down
to the floor and curling his legs up to his chest. Jo joined him on the floor
without the slightest hesitation.

    “Hey, you're not stupid.” She said.

    They just sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, before Jo
finally broke the calm that began to settle.

    “So, how 'bout all that eye fucking Sam was doing, huh?”

    Kevin groaned. “Was that flirting? Was he flirting? It can't be
flirting...”

    “Dude, that was way past flirting. He was completely checkin' you out!” She
insisted. “Anyway. We should get goin'. Charlie's making me dinner at her place
tonight.”

    Jo got up from the floor and held her hand out to help Kevin to his feet
before they made their way out to Jo's truck.

    The drive to Kevin's house was quick comfortably silent. Jo reminded him of
their plans for Friday before he closed the truck door and she drove off.


    Thursday was just as odd as the previous day. Kevin got more weird looks,
and Alphie talked to him in Literature class more than he usually did. They'd
ended up getting paired into a team to discuss The Moonstoneand Alphie was very
enthusiastic about giving Kevin his number and telling him to text him any
time.

    Kevin was lost in thought when he joined Jo at their table during lunch.

    “Earth to Tran. Come in, Kevin.” Jo waved her hand in front of Kevin's
face.

    “I think Alphie likes me?” He blurted, brows knit in confusion.

    Jo burst out laughing. “Awe, that's cute.”

    “It's weird.” He said.

    “Hmm.”

    The conversation was mostly forgotten after that, as it shifted to talk of
their Creative Writing assignment and tomorrow's video game hangout, until they
parted ways to their respected classes.


    Kevin was early to Creative Writing again, except this time Mr. Winchester
was already there, and he glanced up when Kevin entered the room and gave him a
full on, face-splitting smile.

    “Hey Kevin.” The teacher spoke. “Were you feeling okay yesterday?” He
asked. “You got out of here pretty quick, and you looked a little out of it.”

    “Oh... y-yeah, I was fine...”

    “Gotta say, I like the hair cut.” Mr. Winchester said. “Looks good on you.”
He smiled.

    Kevin couldn't help but smile back. “Thanks.”

    “That another one of my shirts?”

    Kevin looked down. He was wearing the navy flannel, unbuttoned over a black
t-shirt. He assumed this flannel was Sam's as well. “U-uh, probably. Jo gave me
a few things.” He said. “Y-you can have it back if you want...”

    Mr. Winchester chuckled softly. “Looks better on you anyway.”

    Kevin turned bright red, and was thankful when Jo chose that moment to
stomp into the room.

    The rest of class went much like the previous day. Mr. Winchester kept
glancing at him, and he saw of faint smile every now and then whenever the
teacher caught Kevin staring back.

    When the bell rang, Kevin didn't bolt like he did the last time. He took
his time putting his notebook back in his bag and waited for Jo to do the same
before they left headed towards the door.

    “Hey Moose, don't forget about the thing I told you about!” Jo directed at
Sam.

    Mr. Winchester gave Kevin a wink just as they left the room.

    “You look like a damn tomato.” Jo said as they made their way down the
hallway and out of the school toward the parking lot.


    That evening, after Jo had dropped him off at home, Kevin sprawled out on
his bed in his darkening room and listened to the light rain that was beginning
to fall against his window. It was strange to think that somebody like Mr.
Winchester could actually, maybe, be into him. Tall, tanned fucking god Sam
Winchester. It didn't really make any sense. Maybe he's been imagining all the
looks. Maybe he was reading them wrong. Maybe Mr. Winchester was just really
friendly.

    Kevin sighed, got under the covers and tried to turn his thoughts to his
hangout with Jo tomorrow. He couldn't remember ever being invited to something
like that before. He was really glad he and Jo became friends.

    Kevin fell asleep with a smile on his face. 
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