A/N - Set before the end of Season 8 SPN and Season 4 TVD - Alternate Season Endings

Disclaimer - I don't own any of these gorgeous characters, if i did, Dean and Sam would have more shirtless scenes and Elena and Damon would be kissing in every episode :)

The Impala doors slammed shut simultaneously with a resounding crunch and squeak. Two men had stepped out onto the gravel path, their boots scraping amongst the leaves and stones.
"Why are we here, Dean?" The tallest man asked, his brown hair momentarily blown around by a gust of wind. His brother, much shorter, turned around, stuffing his keys in his jacket pocket.
"Garth rang while you were asleep. Said that Kevin finally decoded the second task. I told him we'd be there as soon as we could. He then told me that we had been Garthed. So I hung up." Sam laughed and they made their way from where they'd parked the car to an out of the way house just up the road.

The place was a safe-house, it belonged to an enthusiastic hunter who was protecting a prophet from harm. Each door was made from the strongest iron and there were angel and demon mo-jo symbols coating the walls to stop any big bad anythings from entering. It was the safest place on earth besides the boys own nuclear bunker/library which was why Kevin was put in Garth's care. Sam and Dean were too much of a target to be able to keep the kid safe.

Dean raised a fist and knocked loudly on the door, the booms echoed back at the brothers and they waited, Sam watching Dean and Dean staring determinedly at the door. They'd got into a little bit of an argument during the journey because Sam had been coughing up blood again. Dean didn't have any choice but to come here and find out the second task; he was hoping that he'd be able to give Sam the slip and manage to get all the tasks done before Sam could. Despite everything though, it didn't seem like Sam was going to give up and Dean couldn't help but admire him for it. It didn't take long before the door in front of them was thrown open and Garth stood before them, his hair on end and a grin on his pinched face. Dean half smiled back.
"Guys!" Garth said, before reaching over and hugging Dean tightly.
"I keep forgetting you're a hugger. You're like cupid!" Dean sighed, choking a little because of the strength of the smaller man. He watched over Garth's shoulder because it was all he could do, and found himself engrossed in a beetle climbing up the wall next to the doorframe.
"Hey Garth. Heard you guys have the new task for me?" Sam interjected, bringing Garth's attention off Dean and onto himself.
"Yes! Kevin cracked it at about midnight last night. He's kind of been freaking out since." Dean and Sam exchanged a confused and worried glance.
"What sort of freaking out?" They asked at the same time.
"Well, muttering; screaming; spasming. At one point he started banging his head against the wall until he bled."
"You didn't try to stop him?" Dean cried.
"It meant he fell asleep! Something he hasn't done for about a week because of this tablet. So I let him rest while I called you."
"Why don't we continue this inside?" Sam suggested, looking around. Out in the open, they weren't protected from angels and demons, anyone could be listening.

All three agreed and Garth led them into the sitting room, which was really just a sofa covered in pizza boxes and a black and white 1960s TV. The walls were an unfurnished gray and were plastered with drawings and translations, some labelled 'Leviathan' with huge mouths and scrawls. Another one was called 'Demon' it had less writing than the Leviathan one, but it wasn't fully decoded yet. They were all links to everything that could ever be know about any supernatural, evil, son of a bitch.

Dean shoved aside some cardboard and flopped on the sofa, careful not to get any stains on his jeansSam could smell something else foul from where he perched on a foldable camping stool next to the telly. It was wafting from the room off the left of the sitting room and the two brother's noses wrinkled at the same time as the smell surrounded them.
"What the hell is that?!" Dean choked out, staring at Garth.
"Kevin. You get used to it." Garth answered simply, grabbing himself and the boys a beer from the all in one kitchen fridge. At Dean's confused expression, he clarified "Showering is another thing he hasn't got around to doing."
Dean and Sam exchanged a glance and took the beers they were offered. The place was like a bomb had gone off. You could barely see the floor and just walking through the piles of junk was like wading through a flood. There was one lonesome counter in the kitchen and even that was groaning under the weight of what looked like 2 weeks laundry.

"That's not very fair, you can't say I'm all disgusting when I'm living like this for you guys." A voice came from the doorway that they'd been gesturing to moments before. Dean spun around, hand on his gun. Instinct.
A young-ish Asian boy stood there, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded. He looked tired and a yellow-purple bruise was forming on his temple. Kevin wore a plain grey t-shirt and jeans that were both drenched in crimson. Blood.
"What are you guys doing here? I didn't call." Kevin looked at them with a mixture of anger and relief. Garth shuffled in his seat slightly and muttered something. Garth almost seemed scared of the teenage boy, how was that possible? He was a hunter, Kevin couldn't beat him in a fight? Then again, unlike Dean and Sam, Garth was thin and wiry. Probably not the combat kind of hunter.
"I called them." Garth said.
"Why?"
"You said that you worked out the second task."
"I won't tell them it." Kevin proclaimed, moving further into the room so that the light fell across his face more fully. Now Dean could see why Garth was afraid. It wasn't the boy that he was scared of, it was what all this was doing to Kevin. He wasn't just tired, he was exhausted to the point that he'd probably fall asleep in the middle of the apocalypse if he had the chance. There were circles around his eyes and the skin of his face looked sunken. The black tangle of his hair had grown to his shoulders because he hadn't bothered to cut it; it looked like the hood of a shtriga.
"Why the hell not?" Dean blurted out. Sam gave him an exasperated look and turned to Kevin.
"What is it Kevin? It can't be worst than killing a hell hound and bathing in its blood, can it?" He said in a soft voice.

Kevin didn't move for a second but pain and fear shone in his eyes. Finally he raised an arm and put his head in his hand.
"I... Guys..." Kevin sighed. "It is SO much worse."