"Are you sure-" Sam abruptly cuts himself off when the white eyes under the cowl narrowed.
They didn't sign up for this. He's pretty sure of that and vows to check with Bobby about where 'cave-sitting' was listed in any hunter's job description.
Why did they answer their dad's cell phone?
Oh right...helping people.
"We can help, you know," he boldly suggested, looking to Dean for support. But, nope, Dean is still gawking at their damp and deary surroundings.
Jerk.
"We have done this before," Sam clarified. "Saving the world and all. We can be useful."
The silence stretched long into the awkward stage before the masked figure responds with a direct and final, "no."
The man turned around and continued their tour. "We have all the people we need on this mission, but the person who usually is here to take care of things is away at this time. You two were recommended."
"Who-" Sam began before the man turned back and glared.
Right. Hunters had a reputation for their 'no questions asked' policy.
Sam fidgeted under the hard stare. He was beginning to see why crooks ran at the very sight of the man before him. That look could be very intimidating.
And Sam fought back the Devil. Literally.
"The koi need to be fed twice a day."
Sam sighed and resigned himself to the assigned role they were given. "And the bats?"
He would have sworn there was slight smile at the question, which was more terrifying than the scowl.
"The bats can take care of themselves."
"Is there anything else we need to know?"
'While you go out to world-destroying, apocalyptic situations and we sit here to water the plants?'
Sam didn't dare say that out loud.
The caped man took a moment to look around the dark, stone corners and the really cool gadgetry that surrounded them before his eyes slowly assessed Dean (who is still goggling like he died and went to heaven).
"Don't touch the car," the man concluded.
Sam was feeling a headache coming on because, shit, the guy was seriously leaving the batmobile behind? He wasn't going to see his brother for the entire week.
And, as if that was his farewell, the Caped Crusader headed out to the elevator. Sam reminded himself to ask for some lessons when he got back. He hunted with some of the best, but he's never heard a departure so silent. It was like the man was a ghost.
As soon as he was gone, Dean made a break for the chair in front of the large and complicated computer system that took up a good amount of cave space.
"Dean..." Sam groaned at his brother's overzealous behavior, but the over-sized fanboy was content with just spinning around in the chair so Sam left it alone.
Settled into his new-found, unbridled joy of the situation, Dean stopped the chair and looked at his brother with the brightest smile. "I'm Batman."
"No, *that*" Sam threw his thumb behind his shoulder. "-was Batman. You're an idiot."