IN THE CLOSET
WOW: skeptical. Oh dear, Dean's been exploring the Batcave again ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but am I bitter?
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Sam had been skeptical at first.
But, now with Dean standing before him, wiping sticky, turkish-delight flavoured fingers on a snow-flecked fur coat that completely engulfed him, somehow it didn't seem so bizarre.
It was the Batcave, after all …
"So," Sam sighed; "you got to Narnia through some crappy old wardrobe you found in the basement?"
Dean nodded with a grin.
"I met Mr. Tumnus."
Sam studied the liberal coating of icing sugar across Dean's ruddy, cold-flushed cheeks; "I'm guessing you met the Ice Queen too?"
"Yeah," Dean smirked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"… and, dude; she ain't icy any more!"
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