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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Please prompt and write/art. I want to make more batcave stick figure art and stuff.
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“Mother...fucker...”
“No, Dean... Dean, move.”
Dean went up on one elbow, still breathing heavily. “Patience, Sammy. Need a little more recovery time than that, dude.”
Nevertheless, he eased his right leg off Sam.
Sam got himself up on one elbow, too. He surveyed the damage. The card catalogue was behind them and mercifully upright and unscattered. Some documents looked a little crumpled and one definitely had an assprint that would need ironing out when Dean wasn’t looking. A couple of books had slid to the floor out of harms way, but wait, where was...?
“No, no, no...” Sam lurched forward. This particular book had been open when Dean had surprised him, and was now looking very ungainly indeed. The ancient leather cover seemed intact, but a page was torn, one was crumpled, and worse still...
Sam held the book up, wrinkling his nose as something unmistakeable slowly slid off one of the pages and dropped ever so gently onto the wood.
“You jizzed on Herodotus!”
Dean lifted his head from where he’d lain back down on the table. “Yeah?” Dean sounded smug, the bastard.
“On...on Herodutus!” sputtered Sam. “On a lost, priceless, journal of his encounter with some kind of prequel to the Word of God!”
Dean, seemingly unimpressed by the magnitude of his sin, had put his head back down and was scratching his stomach.
“Dean!”
“What? Christ, Sam. Herr Odittus can kiss my kraut free ass. Now get over here, man. You’re harshing my glow.”
A hand flap and apparently Dean was done.
Sam tried to hold on to his outrage, he really did. But Dean wasn’t the only one who had just come his brains out, and he’d forgotten how much of a stoner Dean could be after a good orgasm. Besides, it wasn’t as if it was the only Herodotus journal in the collection. Sam bit his lip and put the book down carefully. He would take Dean’s reaction as a compliment, and not smack upside the head the man who had decided sex as well as home cooked burgers and a room of their own was back on the table between them.
Literally.
“Sorry ‘bout your book, Sammy.”
Dean was pressed all along Sam’s right side. Sam had indulged Dean’s need for glow and was lying back on the table next to him. Only for a couple of minutes, he’d told himself, because this was truly fucking ridiculous...
Dean smacked his lips and turned onto his side. He flung an arm out across Sam’s chest and squeezed.
Sam squeezed back, pulled the robe he’d thrown over both of them a little higher. “It’s your book, too, asshole,” he said. “You owe me shower sex for a week.”
Sam was pretty sure Dean nodded before the snore came.
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2. Sammy, there is nothing weird about kinking on you in a sweatervest. Really. Nothing weird at all.
3. Dean picturing Sam all happy with his books while Dean is on the road!
4. some very important document about the Ark was currently stuck to his ass Endless delight.
5. Awwww again.
Thank you! Absolutely lovely.
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and this:
“Up, Sammy. C’mon, move. We got acres of mahogany here to fuck around on.”
i agree with sam. shouldn't be hot, but DAMN. it really, really is.
great job!!!
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