Written for comment_fic on livejournal. Prompt was spandex superhero costumes.
"Dude, are we sure about this?" Dean asked as he pulled at the tight superhero spandex outfit that clung to his body. "Of all the things for a spirit to be angry about.""It's got to be the spirits of vengeful fans," Sam reiterated, leaning on the bed of their hotel room, "At last year's Con, they were killed in an angry stampede, Dean. Hello, angry spirits with unfinished business."
"They were angry about a movie, Sam! Is that really haunt-worthy?!"
"Apparently, to them, it was. Besides, can you blame them? Some studio finally adapted a live-action Wonder Woman big budget film, and it stars Jessica Simpson? And it has Wonder Woman getting rescued a bunch of times? And then at the end she marries Aquaman? And she spends half the movie talking about why she loves Orbit gum? What the fuck, dude. No wonder there was a riot."
"Dude, you are way too sympathetic to these nerd-spirits."
"I don't know what you're complaining about, Dean. At least you get to be Batman."
"Of course I'm Batman, Sammy. He's suave, he has style, he has that deep voice thing when he's mad, and he's probably great in the sack. I'm totally Batman." He flapped his wings a little for effect, but stopped when he realized that it didn't look nearly as badass as he imagined it would.
"First of all, why are you imagining what Batman is like in the sack? Second, who says "in the sack"? And third, you're only Batman because you grabbed the costume as soon as I got back from the shop, Dean. That's why I'm stuck in the Klingon makeup."
"Here I thought it was because you have the forehead for it," Dean muttered.
"You idjits! What the hell have you got me into now?"
Dean and Sam turned to look at Bobby, who walked in wearing a red corset and too-tight blue spandex shorts with white stars.
"Sorry, Bobby, with the convention in town, it was the only costume in your size we could find," Sam explained.
Dean had to think about being tortured in hell to stop himself from laughing as Bobby grumbled his way past them.
"Was that really the only costume you could find for him, Sammy?" he whispered when Bobby was out of earlock.
"Actually, Dean... I wanted Bobby to be Batman. I wanted to see you in those shorts."