All things considered, it's pretty damn amazing that Sam and Dean have never met Batman. They stole Superman's car – "He can fly Sam, he doesn't need the damn car". Scared the hell out of Spiderman – "He took pictures of us, Dean! You're wanted for murder!" They somehow managed to leave Flash lying in a hospital bed – "He's Flash, it's not my fault he's supposed to be like…fast." "Not when he's stung with a damn taser gun Dean!" "Whatever". Dean met Duff Man and ended up with a year's supply of free beer.

But here they were one evening driving down the I-40 without a care in the world. Or well you know not really. But bare with me here. It was just calm, peaceful –"I'm on the highhhwayy to hell…"-okay aside from Dean's singing it was a rather peaceful journey. Sam was pretending to sleep in the backseat. All of a sudden the car lurches forward before Dean hits the brakes abruptly.

"Holyblondecheerleaderbatman!" he said and Sam sat up and blinked.

"Dean, what the hell man?"

"Sam….it's Batman!" Sam just grunts and proceeds to lie down again. Dean turns around and stars to poke him. Sam doesn't respond. With a sigh he opened the driver's the door and stepped out.

"Batman?" he called and Batman flew out towards him, surrounded by a curtain of darkness with his long black cape cocooning him from the night. Okay, we all know how cool Dean Winchester is right? He's the fucking man? He doesn't to hero worship. He doesn't get nervous or shy or stumble on his words and he's never had a stammer. And he would never (repeat: never) ask Batman for his autograph.

"C-c-can I have your…your autograph?" he says and Batman just stares at him. Like really stares at him. And Dean? He just feels kind of stupid.

It's obvious that this conversation is not going to progress. This is where Sam comes in.

"Hey, Batman, how's it going" Sam says he sticks his head out of the window, the wind blowing his brown bangs into his eyes.

"Sam Winchester" Batman says, "It's good to meet you at last". And wait a damn minute, why didn't Dean get a greeting like that? He's way cooler than his geek brother. I mean, he says things like,

"Holyblondecheerleaderbatman" Batman mimics in a perfect imitation of Dean's voice, "What are you? a 12 year old girl?" And Dean hangs his head in shame.

Dean's always had this like epic man crush on Batman. He had the toy -well he stole the damn thing but still-, he read the comics-he 'borrowed' them off some other kid and 'forgot' to give them back. He's even seen all the movies. And no, he didn't get Sam to hack into someones Netflix account in order to see them.

So this attitude that he's getting from Batman? It freaking sucks. He's Dean Winchester, for fuck's sake. He's not going to take shit from some dude dressed in fucking tights.

"I'm not the one wearing tights, Batgirl" he spit out proud at his comeback. Batman is not even listening, him and Sam are talking about Polar bears. POLAR BEARS. Dean will not be ignored like this.

"So, Batman? You a classic rock fan?" he asks.

"I don't listen to music, I'm too busy trying to clean up Gotham. I unlike you have etiquette. I don't stuff my face with cheeseburgers, have sex with strangers or blast out music like I'm some sort of teenager with behavioural problems"

Oh no.

No way is Dean taking that. He can see Sam giving him a warning look but he does not give a fuck. He raises his fists and swings it towards Batman's smug face. He waits for the feeling of his fist colliding with the mask to reach him but it does.

He does however somehow end up flying in the air before landing on the ground in a messy and extremely painful.

"Ugh," he mutters, "Why so serious?"

To be continued!