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More Movie Nights, Chapter 8
So many requested this one but think kjdw was first.
Dean wandered down the hall, heading for his room when he noticed an odd lighting effect spilling out Sam's bedroom door. Entering he found that his brother had re-decorated.
The room was dark, lit only by warm yellow tinged sconces on the wall on either side of the bed. The bed itself now had what looked like black silk sheets and a black comforter with some kind of gold thread embroidery. He stepped forward and shook it out, finding the perfect outline of a giant bat.
Sam's voice came out of nowhere. "That you, sugar buns?
Two long arms wrapped around him and a soft breath caressed his ear.
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
Dean spun in his brother's arms and took a look. Sam was dressed to match the bed, a long black robe with bat-wing sleeves.
"Well, suit me up, Uncle Alfred," Dean replied. Who are you? Nicholson or Palance?
"Hi, Freeze, I'm Batman."
"I'm not named Arnold. And I know who you are."
Sam pushed Dean back onto the bed. He fell into the soft silken embrace. Sam stood over him and spread his arms; the robe created dark wings. "Who do you love?"
Dean smiled and swiftly stripped. Naked he spread himself on the bed.
"You know who I love…."
"Batman" He stretched his arms out for his brother. "Forever"