FIC: It Gets Better (Kevin, PG-13)
Title: It Gets Better
Author/Artist: CitrusJava
Recipient: alethiometry
Warnings (if applicable): [spoilers]experimental, PTSD, depression, implied violence and possibly death
Notes: Can he please be the next president-president?
Notes2: This Kevin is so influenced by the wonderful balder12 's writing. If you like Kevin fic at all, you should be reading hers.
Prompt to subvert: "Kevin Tran's presidential campaign", on the April's Fool Challenge at SPNspiration
They give Kevin a choice.
One of the many perks of being a prophet, now that heaven is back and open for business.
A choice how to spend the rest of his unlife.
He can stay where he is, stay at home, keep pretending he doesn't notice his mother doesn't leave the house unless it can't be helped, and if she does, she fists her hands so hard that when she comes back they're sore. Pretend it doesn't kill him that he can't do a thing about it, can't hug her or take it away. Pretend he doesn't know all he does is remind her of what they've been through, just by existing.
He can do that for a while, till he goes crazy with helplessness or grief and starts killing people, and she ends up letting him, or having to kill him for real herself .
Or, he can go where the monsters are - into an endless loop of killing each other and reappearing some other place in Purgatory, cause where else would they go. Dying all over again - all over again. Each day. T he way he does in his head, but on the outside.
Or, he can go to heaven, can probably go to heaven, to be put in a drawer inside his own mind and forgotten, no way out. At the moment, at the best days, Kevin's mind is not a pleasant place. Before he is ok with getting stuck there for all of eternity, he'd like a few years of therapy, at least.
Or, he can go to hell. Only place where he might still get the opportunity to influence the world. To move in the world. Long before he'd died, Kevin didn't have much of that.
It would be horrible, of course it would.
It's hell.
But he could probably move up the ranks pretty fast.
~
It's not long before it is a campaign. In hell, you need demons behind you. It's not about being the strongest - it's about support. Demons are surprisingly social, for a bunch of serial killers. Turns out the stereotype is wrong.
Kevin talks about moving with the times, abolishing monarchy. It wouldn't make much of a difference, really, demons don't vote, true, but they do elect a leader. Crowley's capricious ruling style leaves demons with the need to feel the underworld makes sense, feel power back in their hands. They just want to give it to a strong, consistent leader. They mostly follow orders and are conscientious and more often than not - honest. Kevin starts to feel for some of them, traumatized bunch that they are. You don't usually go to hell from having a good life .
When he is elected president of hell, he has the demon who tortured his mother brought to him.
When he is done with that, he goes after Crowley himself.
Crowley has zapped himself to the depths of darkest ocean. His suit moves against his body with the currents, soaking and heavy. Three are no fish around, too dark and deep. Crowley tries to talk deals - deals are his specialty. He'll take away Linda's pain. Bring Kevin back to life. He puckers his lips playfully, wriggles his eyebrows.
Kevin grabs him then. He can do it all himself now, doesn't need that sleazy thing's help. "This" he says, "is for my mother. You son of a bitch".
Author/Artist: CitrusJava
Recipient: alethiometry
Warnings (if applicable): [spoilers]experimental, PTSD, depression, implied violence and possibly death
Notes: Can he please be the next president-president?
Notes2: This Kevin is so influenced by the wonderful balder12 's writing. If you like Kevin fic at all, you should be reading hers.
Prompt to subvert: "Kevin Tran's presidential campaign", on the April's Fool Challenge at SPNspiration
They give Kevin a choice.
One of the many perks of being a prophet, now that heaven is back and open for business.
A choice how to spend the rest of his unlife.
He can stay where he is, stay at home, keep pretending he doesn't notice his mother doesn't leave the house unless it can't be helped, and if she does, she fists her hands so hard that when she comes back they're sore. Pretend it doesn't kill him that he can't do a thing about it, can't hug her or take it away. Pretend he doesn't know all he does is remind her of what they've been through, just by existing.
He can do that for a while, till he goes crazy with helplessness or grief and starts killing people, and she ends up letting him, or having to kill him for real herself .
Or, he can go where the monsters are - into an endless loop of killing each other and reappearing some other place in Purgatory, cause where else would they go. Dying all over again - all over again. Each day. T he way he does in his head, but on the outside.
Or, he can go to heaven, can probably go to heaven, to be put in a drawer inside his own mind and forgotten, no way out. At the moment, at the best days, Kevin's mind is not a pleasant place. Before he is ok with getting stuck there for all of eternity, he'd like a few years of therapy, at least.
Or, he can go to hell. Only place where he might still get the opportunity to influence the world. To move in the world. Long before he'd died, Kevin didn't have much of that.
It would be horrible, of course it would.
It's hell.
But he could probably move up the ranks pretty fast.
~
It's not long before it is a campaign. In hell, you need demons behind you. It's not about being the strongest - it's about support. Demons are surprisingly social, for a bunch of serial killers. Turns out the stereotype is wrong.
Kevin talks about moving with the times, abolishing monarchy. It wouldn't make much of a difference, really, demons don't vote, true, but they do elect a leader. Crowley's capricious ruling style leaves demons with the need to feel the underworld makes sense, feel power back in their hands. They just want to give it to a strong, consistent leader. They mostly follow orders and are conscientious and more often than not - honest. Kevin starts to feel for some of them, traumatized bunch that they are. You don't usually go to hell from having a good life .
When he is elected president of hell, he has the demon who tortured his mother brought to him.
When he is done with that, he goes after Crowley himself.
Crowley has zapped himself to the depths of darkest ocean. His suit moves against his body with the currents, soaking and heavy. Three are no fish around, too dark and deep. Crowley tries to talk deals - deals are his specialty. He'll take away Linda's pain. Bring Kevin back to life. He puckers his lips playfully, wriggles his eyebrows.
Kevin grabs him then. He can do it all himself now, doesn't need that sleazy thing's help. "This" he says, "is for my mother. You son of a bitch".