Spn fic: Hard Like Heroic
Title: Hard Like Heroic.
Author: blue_flame88
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, of the Warcraft variety.
Word Count 1257
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cas has become addicted to Warcraft, Dean joins in, and Sam remains bemused by the whole thing.
Author notes: So I have a terrible addiction and what do I do in order to counteract it? I write crack fic about my two obsessions. I need help.
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Sam blinked when he entered the room of the motel he and Dean were currently staying at, eyes locking directly onto Castiel as he sat at the small table concentrating intently on the laptop in front of him. It would have been less confusing if it had been Sam’s laptop the angel was playing with, but no, this was a brand spanking new one.
He shrugged and closed the door behind him.
“ Find what you were looking for?” Dean asked from his place on the bed closest to Cas, eyes alternating between watching the TV and reading the large textbook in his lap.
“ Nothing we don’t already know, but I found some paper articles on large dog attacks to see if there’s anything unusual in there.” Sam replied, dumping his bag on the table. He stopped suddenly as he glanced at the screen of Castiel’s laptop. “ Dude why are you letting your angel play Warcraft?” Watching somewhat fascinated as Cas moved his avatar about with little trouble, this was the same guy who has problems adding call time to his cell phone.
“ What?” Dean raised himself off the bed and came to stand on Castiel’s other side, leaning over the angels shoulder as he looked at the screen. “ Cas man why are you playing this?”
“ I came across it in my travels while watching a teenager who I thought might have possessed some of the divine spark.” Sam saw Dean roll his eyes slightly and he muttered the words creeper angel under his breath. “ He enjoyed this game immensely and I found myself becoming… curious.” Cas supplied as his character butchered a poor bear to death.
“ Ok just don’t get too hooked, that game can be pretty addictive.” Sam offered, patting Cas on the shoulder once before moving to grab a bottle of water from his duffle bag.
“ How would you know that?” Dean had the biggest grin spread across his face, eyebrows waggling like he knew this was going to give him some glorious teasing material.
“ I played a bit of it in college, a friend of mine had an account that I borrowed for a few weeks.” Sam shrugged as he spoke, not enjoying the way Dean’s grin grew wider.
“ Oh Sammy, no wonder you don’t get laid enough.” Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother and proceeded to flop down on his bed to have a small break before pouring over the newspaper clippings. “ So what are you playing?” Sam looked up as he saw his brother back at Castiel’s side, a slightly bewildered expression on his face.
“ A Paladin.” Of course Cas would play a paladin, righteous warrior of god and all that. Judging by Dean’s expression his brother wasn’t too keen on the angel devoting all his time to a game, good, maybe he’d get him to stop in a few days. For now Sam would happily let the guy have his fun, it would pass anyway.
He only wished he had been right.
*****
Sam frowned in his sleep, eyes blinking in the dark as he tried to remain still as he figured out what had woken him. Nothing was obvious until the distinct noise of a mouse clicking reached his ears, the slivers of the glow from a laptop screen dancing across the ceiling. An annoyed grunt sounded behind him.
“ Dude stop playing that damn game and come to bed.”
“ But I’ve almost reached my 40th level.”
“ … How long have you been playing that for?”
“ Four days.”
“ Consecutively?”
“ Yes.”
“ Ok, turn that off and get into bed.”
“ But Dean-”
“ Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” That apparently worked as the next thing Sam new the laptop had been clicked shut and the sound of rustling bedcovers sounded behind him. He let out a small breath of thanks and buried himself back under the sheets, more than happy to go back to sleep.
*****
Sam wanted to bang his head against the nearest wall. When he’d left to go to the library for more clues on their current case, a suspected wendigo, Cas had been sat at the table with his laptop in front of him while Dean had looked over the local newspaper.
Now they were both at the table with laptops in front of them.
Sam let out an exasperated breath and put the books he had borrowed on his bed, curiosity getting the better of him as he walked over to see what his brother and the angel were doing. He barely kept a giggle in check.
“ Why are you playing a girl?” Oh this was going to be sweet. “ Wait is that a night-elf?” Moving a little closer to look at his brother’s avatar, Dean shifted a little in his seat.
“ Well humans can’t be hunters, which is lame by the way.” It figured Dean would pick the class that would be as close to familiar as he could get. “ And I tried to make a male elf but-”
“ Dean was unable to stop laughing at his character long enough to be able to play it.” Castiel sounded as serious as he always did; however the crinkle around his eyes gave his amusement away. “ It got him killed several times.”
“ Come on, even you agreed that the way they prepared to attack things was about as threatening as a care bear saying hug me.”
“ Actually I believe I suggested that it resembled a lame goblin.”
“ Whatever same difference, point is, I couldn’t play one of them and a Dwarf? Just no.” Sam was trying his best to keep his laughter safely contained; this was going to give him months of ribbing material. “ So I made a female.” Making his character jump several times in order to help emphasise his point.
“ Good to know that you’re embracing your inner girl.” Sam couldn’t help it; this was too good of an opportunity to pass up taking the piss out of something.
“ Sammy, you’ll always be the girl out of the two of us.” Dean patted him on the shoulder. “ Besides you shouldn’t laugh so soon.” Ok that Sam most definitely did not like the sound of.
“ Why?” looking at the two of them suspiciously. Dean pulled out Sam’s laptop and plonked it on the table.
“ We made you a character.” Dean grinned broadly up at him.
“ What?”
“ Dean believed that this would prove to be a good bonding exercise for the three of us.” Yeah-right Dean actually thought that if the self-satisfied grin was anything to go by.
“ You afraid of a little game-time Sammy?” he glared at Dean, huffing afterwards and sitting himself down to pull the laptop towards him. He booted up Warcraft and stared at the character greeting him, a gnome warlock with bright pink hair aptly named Thedarkside.
“ Really?” Dean nodded at him enthusiastically. Sam sighed and looked down at his character, blinking at the hairstyle. “ How did you even get a Mohawk?”
“ Well the starting hairstyles were lame, so I took it to a barber shop for a little makeover.” Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother before letting out a sigh and hitting the enter button. Really what could a few hours of game-time hurt?
“ Dude if you keep doing the flirt emotes on Cas’s character I’m logging off.”
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I mean no disrespect to any male night-elves and their stupid lol worthy animations.
Author: blue_flame88
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, of the Warcraft variety.
Word Count 1257
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cas has become addicted to Warcraft, Dean joins in, and Sam remains bemused by the whole thing.
Author notes: So I have a terrible addiction and what do I do in order to counteract it? I write crack fic about my two obsessions. I need help.
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Sam blinked when he entered the room of the motel he and Dean were currently staying at, eyes locking directly onto Castiel as he sat at the small table concentrating intently on the laptop in front of him. It would have been less confusing if it had been Sam’s laptop the angel was playing with, but no, this was a brand spanking new one.
He shrugged and closed the door behind him.
“ Find what you were looking for?” Dean asked from his place on the bed closest to Cas, eyes alternating between watching the TV and reading the large textbook in his lap.
“ Nothing we don’t already know, but I found some paper articles on large dog attacks to see if there’s anything unusual in there.” Sam replied, dumping his bag on the table. He stopped suddenly as he glanced at the screen of Castiel’s laptop. “ Dude why are you letting your angel play Warcraft?” Watching somewhat fascinated as Cas moved his avatar about with little trouble, this was the same guy who has problems adding call time to his cell phone.
“ What?” Dean raised himself off the bed and came to stand on Castiel’s other side, leaning over the angels shoulder as he looked at the screen. “ Cas man why are you playing this?”
“ I came across it in my travels while watching a teenager who I thought might have possessed some of the divine spark.” Sam saw Dean roll his eyes slightly and he muttered the words creeper angel under his breath. “ He enjoyed this game immensely and I found myself becoming… curious.” Cas supplied as his character butchered a poor bear to death.
“ Ok just don’t get too hooked, that game can be pretty addictive.” Sam offered, patting Cas on the shoulder once before moving to grab a bottle of water from his duffle bag.
“ How would you know that?” Dean had the biggest grin spread across his face, eyebrows waggling like he knew this was going to give him some glorious teasing material.
“ I played a bit of it in college, a friend of mine had an account that I borrowed for a few weeks.” Sam shrugged as he spoke, not enjoying the way Dean’s grin grew wider.
“ Oh Sammy, no wonder you don’t get laid enough.” Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother and proceeded to flop down on his bed to have a small break before pouring over the newspaper clippings. “ So what are you playing?” Sam looked up as he saw his brother back at Castiel’s side, a slightly bewildered expression on his face.
“ A Paladin.” Of course Cas would play a paladin, righteous warrior of god and all that. Judging by Dean’s expression his brother wasn’t too keen on the angel devoting all his time to a game, good, maybe he’d get him to stop in a few days. For now Sam would happily let the guy have his fun, it would pass anyway.
He only wished he had been right.
*****
Sam frowned in his sleep, eyes blinking in the dark as he tried to remain still as he figured out what had woken him. Nothing was obvious until the distinct noise of a mouse clicking reached his ears, the slivers of the glow from a laptop screen dancing across the ceiling. An annoyed grunt sounded behind him.
“ Dude stop playing that damn game and come to bed.”
“ But I’ve almost reached my 40th level.”
“ … How long have you been playing that for?”
“ Four days.”
“ Consecutively?”
“ Yes.”
“ Ok, turn that off and get into bed.”
“ But Dean-”
“ Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” That apparently worked as the next thing Sam new the laptop had been clicked shut and the sound of rustling bedcovers sounded behind him. He let out a small breath of thanks and buried himself back under the sheets, more than happy to go back to sleep.
*****
Sam wanted to bang his head against the nearest wall. When he’d left to go to the library for more clues on their current case, a suspected wendigo, Cas had been sat at the table with his laptop in front of him while Dean had looked over the local newspaper.
Now they were both at the table with laptops in front of them.
Sam let out an exasperated breath and put the books he had borrowed on his bed, curiosity getting the better of him as he walked over to see what his brother and the angel were doing. He barely kept a giggle in check.
“ Why are you playing a girl?” Oh this was going to be sweet. “ Wait is that a night-elf?” Moving a little closer to look at his brother’s avatar, Dean shifted a little in his seat.
“ Well humans can’t be hunters, which is lame by the way.” It figured Dean would pick the class that would be as close to familiar as he could get. “ And I tried to make a male elf but-”
“ Dean was unable to stop laughing at his character long enough to be able to play it.” Castiel sounded as serious as he always did; however the crinkle around his eyes gave his amusement away. “ It got him killed several times.”
“ Come on, even you agreed that the way they prepared to attack things was about as threatening as a care bear saying hug me.”
“ Actually I believe I suggested that it resembled a lame goblin.”
“ Whatever same difference, point is, I couldn’t play one of them and a Dwarf? Just no.” Sam was trying his best to keep his laughter safely contained; this was going to give him months of ribbing material. “ So I made a female.” Making his character jump several times in order to help emphasise his point.
“ Good to know that you’re embracing your inner girl.” Sam couldn’t help it; this was too good of an opportunity to pass up taking the piss out of something.
“ Sammy, you’ll always be the girl out of the two of us.” Dean patted him on the shoulder. “ Besides you shouldn’t laugh so soon.” Ok that Sam most definitely did not like the sound of.
“ Why?” looking at the two of them suspiciously. Dean pulled out Sam’s laptop and plonked it on the table.
“ We made you a character.” Dean grinned broadly up at him.
“ What?”
“ Dean believed that this would prove to be a good bonding exercise for the three of us.” Yeah-right Dean actually thought that if the self-satisfied grin was anything to go by.
“ You afraid of a little game-time Sammy?” he glared at Dean, huffing afterwards and sitting himself down to pull the laptop towards him. He booted up Warcraft and stared at the character greeting him, a gnome warlock with bright pink hair aptly named Thedarkside.
“ Really?” Dean nodded at him enthusiastically. Sam sighed and looked down at his character, blinking at the hairstyle. “ How did you even get a Mohawk?”
“ Well the starting hairstyles were lame, so I took it to a barber shop for a little makeover.” Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother before letting out a sigh and hitting the enter button. Really what could a few hours of game-time hurt?
“ Dude if you keep doing the flirt emotes on Cas’s character I’m logging off.”
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I mean no disrespect to any male night-elves and their stupid lol worthy animations.