HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
WOW: cube. Huge spoilers for 8.14, Trial and Error.
It's not much, but it's his.
And it's awesome.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I would take such good care of them if I did.
Its walls were battleship grey; its vinyl floor was an equally uninspiring shade of brown.
The little room contained a crisply-made bed, its beige comforter carefully selected to match the room's dour décor.
It wasn't much; it didn't have the beauty of the Taj Mahal, the opulence of Versaille or the mystique of Stonehenge, but this neat little cube of space right here was better than them all.
Sitting on his clever mattress which would remember the imprint of his butt for weeks to come, Dean gazed at the photo in his hand.
"Hey Mom", he smiled; "welcome to my home".