Ficlet: There is a Downside to The Batcave
If there was one downside to The Batcave Dean would say it was the sleeping situation. Every man of letters at least had their own bedroom, but there was only a twin sized bed in each.
And that just wouldn't do it for Dean Winchester. He was one who would flop around a lot in his sleep; which was fine on a hotel's queen bed, but he had fallen off of these single sleepers one too many times now. And he certainly couldn't stretch out like a starfish after a difficult job either.
He wanted new, bigger beds. But the one time he brought it up to Sam, he was shot down just as fast.
"With what money?" He remembered his brother asking, "short of robbing a mattress factory it's not going to happen."
And Dean had planned out that robbery in too much detail. He sighed as he stared at the lumpy, 1940's mattress. He's slept on worse, sure, but this was home now, they needed proper bedrooms.
And the problem just compounded once the angel returned.
Dean was about to crawl into the bed when he heard feathers flutter behind him. He turned around on his heel, nearly doing a perfect about face. "Cas, get out of here, you have your own room," he demanded. Ever since Cas returned he barely let Dean out of his sight, and that included watching over him at night.
The angel stood there unfazed, "I wanted to lay with you."
"Wh-no-what," sputtered nervously out of the hunter's mouth. "The bed is too small for that," he told him instead of "no."
"I don't believe so," Cas replied with a tilt of the head, "lay down, Dean."
Dean side-eyed the angel, he didn't like being told what to do; but Cas was watching him, unblinking, so Dean knew it was a battle already lost.
He turned back to the bed and rolled his eyes as he crawled under the covers. He rolled onto his side, looking at Cas. His eyes were narrow almost to challenge the angel to prove his theory correct.
And that's just what Castiel did. He disrobed down to his under garments and went to get into the small bed. He slipped in behind Dean. When he went to lay down his knees pushed against the hunter's back nearly sending him toppling over the edge. He caught Dean from his certain fate with his arm wrapping around the hunter's middle.
"See?" Dean scoffed, "it's too small, now get out."
"No it's not," Cas disagreed as he settled down behind Dean.
His back was pressed flush against the cool cinderblock wall. He pulled Dean into a closer hug so their bodies were tight against each other.
"See?" Cas mocked as he buried his nose into the nape of Dean's neck. The hunter shuttered at the feeling of the warm breath on his skin as the angel talked, "there is plenty of room."
Dean rolled his eyes, refusing to let the angel win.
"Hardly."
He'd keep it to himself that he may be a little thankful for the lack of space as his muscles relaxed and his body sunk into Cas' their bodies molding together, loose limbs tangling.
There was nothing wrong with The Batcave. It was a perfect home.
