"Son of a fucking bitch! Get back here you little prick." Dean growled at the television screen, gripping the Xbox controller in his hand so tightly you thought he might snap it in half, his thumbs working overtime on the joysticks.
"Dean, it's just a video game, chill out. It's probably a little kid." You said, plopping down on the couch next to him in the Dean Cave.
"Hence, why I don't have my headset on." He motioned to his hair that was still fluffy after his shower.
He always got too carried away when it came to video games especially when he'd spent the better half of two hours building a virtual car to resemble his beloved Impala nearly to a tee. Just for it to be destroyed by this random player online who continuously harassed him afterwards. It was actually pretty hilarious to watch since Dean sucked royally at video games.
"Hence?" You teased and laughed. "Look, just do your own thing, he'll leave you alone when he gets bored."
"No, no. No! This kid has dented my Baby for the last fucking time." Dean declared, firing off a few shots before the guy easily took him out again.
"Ugh, boys..." you rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"What? I was just building my car and- MOTHERFUC-"
"Dean!" You gasped, half laughing, half outraged.
He always had a dirty mouth, but this game definitely brought out the worst in him. You'd only gotten him the new Grand Theft Auto thinking it would provide him with an outlet for his anger and the Mark, but it just seemed to do the opposite.
"What? He did it again, Y/N!" Dean fumed, about to throw the controller across the room.
"Just give me the controller, De."
It took you a matter of thirty seconds to locate the player and obliterate him and his fancy rocket car. Handing Dean the controller back and helping him pick his jaw up off the floor.
"How'd you do that? And you made it look so easy." He breathed, rubbing the Mark on his forearm as his anger started to defuse. You shrugged and shifted closer to him, Dean wrapping you up in his arms so you could sit in his lap with his legs around you. "Thank you," he pressed a kiss to your cheek and went back to customizing his car; the only reason he seemed to enjoy the game in the first place.
"Anytime, baby." You snuggled back into his chest, letting him cuddle you as long as he needed.
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SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)
FanfictionThis is an ongoing collection of completed imagines (Dean Winchester x Reader). Some AUs, some canon. Lots of nightmares/insomnia fics, all fluff based. Others are purely random where I throw poor, unsuspecting Dean into strange what if scenarios.
