1. first gaming memory? 2. first console? 3. what’s currently your favorite video game? 4. which is the best zelda game? 5. which console do you prefer? 6. how many consoles do you have, handhelds included? 7. hardest game you’ve beaten? 8. favorite enemy in any game? 9. what game can you replay multiple times and not get tired of? 10. favorite boss fight? 11. best soundtrack? 12. last game you completed? 13. what game series are getting worse? 14. what game series still lives up to it’s name? 15. most recent video game pick up? 16. what’s a near perfect game? 17. what’s on your video game wish list? 18. do you have an unpopular gaming opinion? 19. any game you used to own and would love to own again? 20. do you play retro games?
Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)
Word count: 1418
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)
Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.
My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep
like this…” from Parks And Recreation.
Dean isn’t sure he
knows what having a home feels like.
He remembers he
used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a
part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed
his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he
wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.
He never settled
after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after
all, knows that, for most people, home is
where the heart is.
thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can
be measured.His heart, he
knows, is not at one place; it’s
strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and
weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the
friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that
are still around.
So, yeah, perhaps
Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala.
There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and
dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers,
he feels free.
And yet, there’s something
He can feel it in
moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother
after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs
saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.
And then, he sees
asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that
she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in
her hand and she’s so beautiful and
stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he
can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.
disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely
able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You
know that, right?”