I don't know about you guys, but I cannot stop thinking about Batcave fic. Bathrobe and fancy aged liquor and possible bubble bath and stacks of books and secret doors etc!
Please prompt and write/art. I want to make more batcave stick figure art and stuff.
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"Ghost piss!"
Dean blinks a few times, sitting up so he can better see his brother. Sam is standing at the edge of the bed, already dressed like he's been up for hours, and he looks really mad. His hair even looks mad, all sticking up in every direction.
It's kind of impossible not to smile at. "Good mornin' to you too, Sammy."
"It's not funny," Sam says all in a huff, which, regardless of what Sam says, is pretty funny. "Your goddamn pet peed all over the books I was using for research, Dean. Tell me again why we shouldn't fry the damn thing."
"Do ghosts pee?" Dean asks. This is news to him. "I don't think I knew that."
Sam crosses his arms over his chest and makes a constipated face, so Dean sighs, moving to the end of the bed and putting on a placating tone, "Aw, come on, Sam. He didn't mean any harm. Remember, this is his home. We're the ones trespassing."
"Are you kidding me right now?" Sam asks. "You gave me shit for months just for having a dog in the car to save its life. The cat-who is dead, may I remind you-pees all over my stuff and you take his side?"
Dean shakes his head. "That smell will haunt my baby for years. How long does ghost pee stink? I still don't even think I believe in ghost pee."
"Well, then why don't you go sleep in the library? You'll believe then."
Dean smiles and pulls on Sam's hand. "You didn't need those books anyway."
"Yes I did," Sam says, pouting now, but moving onto the bed as Dean leads him nonetheless. "I was trying to figure out the initiation for-"
"Man, they're all dead," Dean says with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure all you have to do to be a Man of Letters at this point is have a pulse."
"Yeah, and even by those low standards the cat doesn't make the cut," Sam grumbles.
Dean runs his fingers down Sam's spine and feels his brother shiver. He smiles, because he's going to win this. He knows how to play Sam like a double-sided tape. "What do you want to do? You wanna get a ghost dog? Ghost dog can't get in the car, though."
Sam lets out a long breath and relaxes down into bed. "I hope Skinenbones claws the Impala's upholstery."
"Don't even joke like that," Dean tells him, pressing his lips into Sam's neck. "If it makes you feel any better, no ghost cats in the car, either. He can stay here."
"Or we can set him on fire," Sam offers.
Dean climbs on top of his brother and kisses him, circling his hips slowly. "How 'bout I set you on fire instead?"
Sam groans and, miraculously, stops bitching. Dean is so good he impresses himself sometimes.
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Half an hour later, Dean can hear the water running from Sam's shower. He'd thought about joining, but he's pretty much fucked out for now, and still not in the mood to get up. He stretches, basking in the glory of having a bed bigger than a motel twin all to himself.
The mattress dips, and the temperature falls considerably. Dean hears a soft purring and grins as a cold little head butts up against his ribs, begging for attention.
"Hey boy," Dean says, curling his fingers under Skinenbones's chin. "Who's a good boy?"
"Meow," says the cat.
"Yeah you are," Dean agrees. He smirks, because Sam's been spending too much time with those damn books, and maybe it wasn't his idea for Skinenbones to go ruin them with his ghost pee, but he nonetheless feels like the cat was looking out for him. After all, angry Sam whining to Dean about ruined books still got him laid without ever having to leave the comfort of his bed.
Cats are awesome.
"Skinenbones is a stupid name."
Dean looks up from the cat and sees that Sam has come out of the bathroom, towel tied around his waist and water dripping down his naked chest. That's even more awesome than a ghost cat. He lets himself enjoy the view.
"He doesn't even really have skin, and you won't let me burn the bones, so what good are they?"
Dean picks Skinenbones up and holds him to his chest, making room for Sam to sit at the edge of the bed. "It's a perfectly good name for a perfectly good cat."
"He can't sleep with us anymore," Sam continues. "He makes it too cold."
"You make it too hot," Dean replies, scratching behind Skinenbones's ears. "He balances it out."
"Since when do you even like cats?" Sam finally asks.
Dean keeps his eyes on the fur in his hands-tabby, maybe? He's all see-through and ghost-colored now, but Dean thinks he was probably a tabby-as he clears his throat. "A ghost pet is a fairly awesome way to go if you're gonna have a pet."
Sam makes a sound. "Since when do you want a pet, anyway?"
Dean puts the cat back down on the bed and looks up at Sam instead. "Pets are, uh, a good way to anchor yourself, you know? If…if we've got a pet, we've got a place we need to come back to, right? Like…like a-"
"Like a home?" Sam asks.
Dean shrugs.
Sam's lips turn up just a fraction in the corners, and to Dean's surprise, he reaches out and gives Skinenbones a long pat on the back. "But if he pees on my books again, I'm making ghost cat barbecue."
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"Meow," says the cat.
This is very pleasing.
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"Or we can set him on fire," Sam offers.
Perfect. XD I'm glad Dean is sticking up for the ghost kitty! He makes a perfect pet for the Winchesters.
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"Like a home?" Sam asks.
Aww. <3 Skinenbones totally peed on the books for Dean.
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*dead from joy and love*
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