TITLE: Dean Winchester, Ghost Hunter
GENRE: gen, pre-series
WORD COUNT: 200 (double-drabble)
SUMMARY: He never told Dad.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: kalquessa, I wanted to write this up for your birthday, but I was kind of distracted that week. :) Here it is at last! Hope you enjoy it. (p.s. unbeta'd)
Dean Winchester, Ghost Hunter
He never told Dad. He tried to make sure that Dad never saw him playing. Because it was just his game, not the real thing. Because Dad might have teased him, and Dean would have had to pretend it didn't mean anything.
So he never let on. But every time they stopped at a pizza joint, or Dad let them mess around in the game room of some little restaurant, or sent Dean out to pick up groceries close to an arcade, Dean found one of the machines--which were everywhere, even if they were old--and he played.
As he slammed the joystick from side to side, he imagined running down the corridor of some old mansion. Cold air breathing on his neck as a ghost came out of nowhere and he had to dodge and turn. Find the bones, that little flashing light, and snatch it; then chase the flickering, harmless ghosts and get rid of them, too.
Dad taught him how to hunt, how to shoot. But even after he left school, after he became Dad's partner in truth, after Sam left them both. . . .
Dean still played Pac-Man every chance he got. He'd become a damn good ghost hunter.