Supermerwholock One Shots

Kevin Tran X Reader - Safe Place

He was sat at your desk, head down, eyes tired, staring at a 'tablet' that he'd come to you to help him hide. You'd found a place for it, and now he wouldn't let you put it there.
"Please, (y/n), help me. I need to finish translating this. The world may depend on it." It wasn't like Kevin to say something like that about translations, so you were a little worried.
He'd insisted that you put a thick line of salt on all of the windows and doorways into your room. He had painted a large red circle with a pentagram inside and lots of odd symbols on your ceiling and under your rug. "A devil's trap," he had called it. "You can trap demons in them." Then, he started drawing other symbols - sigils - on the walls. With his own blood, for a couple of them. "These hide you from all manner of different creatures and beings."

You looked at him, a little worried for his sanity, and your own life. He noticed this and put down his translations and the tablet and his pen. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come to you. I've put a lot onto your shoulders, more than you can understand, or hope to defend us from or with." He pulled you into a hug and added, "If you want me to leave, they'll never find out that you helped me, I promise." He leant back and looked into your eyes. "It's okay if you want me to leave, I won't mind..."
"For god's sake, Kevin! I don't want you to leave, I want you to eat and rest and, goddamnit, I want you to explain exactly what all of this is about!" you exclaimed, quiet enough not to wake the neighbours. "I don't want you to try to leave at the first sign of me worrying for you. You're too busy working out how to read the damn tablet and save the world. I'm worrying so you've got one less thing to think about.
"And teach me how to do all of those sigils, in case they need refreshing. If you just focus on not killing yourself while you work on that tablet, I'll do everything else."
He sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, I need connecting to a couple of people. If I call, the things I'm hiding from could track the call and find me. And that would put you in danger."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Try and find a petrol station five miles away from the edge of town and call this number." He wrote a number on a spare piece of paper, before adding what I should say. "Lie if you have to. Just make sure they know I'm safe and that they shouldn't come after me."
"Who are they?" you asked.
"They're the most ruthless hunters of the unnatural in America. The Winchester Brothers."