THREE OF A KIND
WOW: swirl. Spoilers for season 8 because I mention the B-place.
I don't know what it says about me, but I seem to take an inordinate amount of pleasure from imagining all the mischief Dean could get up to in the Batcave. Therefore, here are three separate drabbles showing three times Dean couldn't resist fiddling with the Batcave's hidden treasures, and three times he really should have left them alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, but I'm not bitter.
Chapter 1 - Samson's Comb
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Dean knew he should have known better, but when he found Samson's comb in the basement, he just couldn't resist a quick brush.
But now he was peering into the mirror from under long silky bangs which hung down over his face and tickled his nose. He scowled at the long lustrous locks that swirled around his shoulders, framing his face in sleek, dark-blond tresses.
"Uh Sam," he called sheepishly; "I think I …" The words died on his lips as Sam appeared before him, furiously pointing to the gleaming cueball that was now his head.
"You think you've got freakin' problems?"
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tbc