Gruff and calculated is what Batman!Dean is. All rough and brooding in everything he does. If you’re a villain in his city then you better be careful. He’s always on the hunt for you. It bothers him. No it infuriates him that he has yet to catch you. Every time he has you within his grasp, you manage to slip through his fingers. But not without turning him on. Your coy smiles, wandering hands, and dirty words make for a concoction of lust. And he can’t get enough of it. When he finally does have you cornered, with no escape in sight, he lets out all his pent up agitation out. You’ve played and toyed with him for so long and now he’s going to give you everything that you wanted. The first time, he takes you some seedy back alley. Fucking you against wall. Fully clothed. Just stopping long enough to take his cock out and rip your suit. His thrusts push all the air out your body. Your screams only come out as soundless puff of air.
The next time he fucks you is on a roof top. He somehow caught you off guard or at least that’s what he thought. But maybe you were really just waiting for him but he doesn’t care. He fucks you right there out in the open. He gets off on the fact that anyone looking out a window could catch a good view of the city’s Dark Knight, their hero, fucking the top villain. He likes to pump you full of his cum that way he knows you’ll feel him long after you’ve parted ways.
Maybe one day he’ll finally turn you in but for now he’ll enjoy the chase.
You had to admit, your favorite part of conventions was always the cosplay. People were so wildly creative in all the ways they brought their favorite characters and stories to life! You especially loved seeing people who explored the limits- cosplaying outside of their gender, race, age or body type; making steampunk versions of costumes; and clever multi-fandom tributes. You yourself didn't cosplay, preferring simple fandom outfits. For example, right now, you were wearing dark wash jeans with a Ravenclaw t-shirt and long blue and grey plaid scarf.
A group of 3 men walking by caught your eye. They were all tall, handsome, and dressed up. The tallest one was cosplaying a floppy-haired 10th Doctor, while the shortest one wore a John Constantine-inspired look. The one in the middle, tho, was Batman. Oh, you loved a good Batman cosplay- and this one was one of the best you had ever seen. Your eyes roamed over the man, taking him all in. The suit had clearly been custom made for him. His broad shoulders and muscled arms were covered but on full display. His utility belt spanned a trim waist. His long legs were just a little bowed, but it took nothing away from his look.
The costume accessories were movie-level quality. Cowl, gloves and insignia were perfect. He curled his hands in his gloves and you couldn't help wondering what his touch would feel like.
The only place the costume didn't fit exactly right was in the crotch- it was too tight. Batman guy was ridiculously well endowed and the suit did nothing to hide it. One of your favorite fantasies rose to your mind- that of sex with Batman. What would sex with this Batman cosplayer be like? From what you could see, it would be incredible. You blushed. It was a little embarrassing to realize you were objectifying a random cosplayer so hard.
Without ever casting a glance in your direction, Batman squared his shoulders and walked away with his friends. You turned to follow him with your eyes. His cape cascaded over his shoulders but you got a peek of his round ass in the tight costume pants. There was a swish to his cape that put a smile on your face.
You saw the guys, including Batman, more than once across the crowded convention halls. It was after lunch before you actually ran into him again. You were looking at a table of paintings in the artist's gallery when a familiar gloved hand crossed your line of sight.
You turned to see Batman standing next to you. Bright green eyes shone from Batman's mask. The classic cowl hid most of his face, covering everything except his mouth. But what a mouth it was! His jaw was all lines and angles, lightly sprinkled with golden brown stubble. His lips were perfectly formed, just a little bit chapped, and ridiculously full. His eyes locked on yours and you shivered. He clenched his jaw, muscles working, and pouted out his lips just a little bit.
"See something you like, Princess?" He growled, green eyes flashing. Your mouth dropped open a little. Not only did this dude look amazing, he also sounded amazing. At your reaction, he grinned. His firm jaw melted into deep dimples.
You licked your lips and swallowed hard.
"I have a question about the insignia on your suit." He tilted his head, encouraging you to go on. "Is it ... hard?"
Batman nodded, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Oh yeah, its hard. You wanna...touch it?"
You nodded, unable to speak. Batman held out one gloved hand. You took it and he pulled you away from the table, away from the crowded artist's gallery, to a quieter corner of the room. Flicking his cape, he struck a ridiculously exaggerated superhero pose- chest out, chin up, fists clenched by his side.
"Go on, Princess," he growled. "You wanted to touch my ... insignia?"
You carefully traced your fingers over the hard plastic. You could feel the heat rising off him thru the costume and itched to let your hands wander. But you knew how important consent was to cosplayers- just because this man in front of you was dressed as one of your hottest fantasys didn't give you any right... Your gaze strayed down to that unmistakable bulge in the front of the suit. Your dirty thoughts must've showed on your face because suddenly his mouth was next to your ear, murmuring,
"Isn't there anything else you'd like to touch?"
Given his permission, you let your hands spread across his muscled chest, over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. He flexed, and you giggled. Your hands trailed all the way down to his gloves. He took your hands in his and brought them to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles while looking you straight in the eye.
"I'm Dean," he told you, still in that ridiculously deep voice.
"Hi Dean," you answered, barely above a whisper. You brushed your knuckles against his lips again, just to feel his touch. Then you ran your hand over his face- well, the little bit of his face you could see- as well as his mask. The mask was cool, smooth and inflexible- his face was warm, stubbled and yielding. You ran your thumb over his lips. How could these lips be real?!
"Either stop touching my mouth," he murmured into your fingers, "or kiss me already." You leaned in, he bent down- you kissed. His amazing mouth felt even better than it looked. His lips were plush and yielding, backed by the strength of his jaw.
You kissed him until you couldn't breathe. Or maybe his kisses just took your breath away. You whimpered and leaned into him. Dean wrapped his strong arms around you. Finally he tore his mouth away.
"I have a room upstairs," he whispered in your ear, the cool material of his mask pressed against your cheek.
You didn't say anything, couldn't say anything- just nodded.
He led you to the elevator and then you were finally, blissfully alone. You lept on him as the door closed, hurried in your desire. He grabbed you and pulled you tight as you resumed kissing. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught your reflection in the elevator doors. You were making out with Batman! Well, Dean dressed as Batman- whoever Dean was. You couldn't help laughing a little. When you laughed, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Hot damn! Was there any part of this man that wasn't ridiculously strong?! His kisses were deep and hard, his tongue fast and greedy.
Your hips rose to meet his and you ground against him. His suit hadn't deceived you- he was big, and rock hard.
When the elevator stopped, he took your hand in his gloved one. He practically dragged you to his room, cape billowing out behind him.
Inside the room, you sank to the bed as he locked the door. With long bowlegged strides, he crossed the room and then dropped to one knee in front of you. This time his superhero pose was sincere. He put one hand on your leg.
"Listen, Princess," he growled. "We can do whatever you want. I'll be whoever you want. I just have one thing to ask." His green eyes shone bright from behind the mask.
"Let me eat you out."
"What?" You yelped. You had never had a man make that his condition for sex before. You had definitely never had a man say it so much like he meant it.
"I love pussy," Dean confessed, "I can tell from your mouth that yours must be amazing. I just want to taste you and please you. Please."
What woman would ever say no? Yo nodded and took his chin in your hand.
"Just- keep the mask on," was your only request.
Dean chuckled, low and sexy.
"Damn right," he answered. "Now help me take off these gloves."
You pulled off his gloves to discover that his hands were amazing. Broad knuckles, long fingers, callused and scarred. You kissed one, returning his gesture from earlier, and discovered that he had freckles on the backs of his hands. He cupped your face and kissed you again.
Then his hands were all over your body, eager and skilled. He helped you out of all of your clothes until you lay back against the pillows, naked.
Leaning forward on his strong forearms, Dean cupped your ass in his big hands. He held you for a moment, stroking your skin. Then he turned his wrists and tilted your hips apart. He lowered his face between your legs and your felt his hot breath on your skin. He kissed you first, and you sighed. He licked you, swirling his tongue, and you moaned. He sucked you hard, those full plush lips working to please you. You made a wild animal sound and bucked into his face.
No wonder Dean liked eating pussy, if this was how he did it. He was absolutely spoiling this for you. No one else would ever be able to do this the way that he did. His firm jaw, his strong tongue, and his ridiculous lips could work magic.
At the same time, you never forgot that he was wearing Batman's mask. The smooth sides of the cowl brushed against your thighs as he moved between them. When he pushed into you, hard, the nosepiece ground against you.
Dean as Batman quickly pushed you past thinking into pure feeling. You were nothing but the space between your legs, wet and needy. Desire gathered there and spread thruout your body under Dean's careful attention.
You probably moaned, you probably screamed- you didn't know. All you knew was your world shrinking to the touch of Dean's mouth on you. And then incredible blazing release as he made you come.
When you could see and breathe and think again, Dean was stretched out next to you. He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.
You sighed.
"Help me out of this costume," he growled, "damn thing zips up the back. I dont know why Rowena made it that way."
"Okay, but wait," you answered. Heart pounding, you put your hands under his jawline. His hands slid up under yours.
Up until now this had all been a fantasy, and Dean had been Batman. You were about to see who he really was. Minutes ago you had come on his face, but you were still nervous to see it.
Dean wrenched his head and the cowl slid off. He tossed it to the side, and Batman with it. You were left staring into the face of one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.
You had prepared yourself for disappointment, for cringe, for bland acceptance. What you hadn't prepared yourself for was to be utterly blown away by Dean. You had thought what you could see in the Batman cowl was the most beautiful part of him, but turns out it was only a preview. Dean's face was gorgeous! Without the mask, those green eyes were even more piercing, framed by long lashes and bracketed by little crinkles in the corners. His cheekbones were high, lightly dusted with freckles that faded into the stubble on his strong jaw. And his mouth- well, maybe his mouth was the best part of him. Those obscenely perfect lips, so soft and so strong!
He leaned down and kissed you with that mouth, that ridiculous mouth..
Drunk on pleasure, you could've honestly spent hours just kissing Dean and touching his face. But you remembered your first glimpse of him and the way his costume fit him so tight. You remembered that unmistakable bulge in his pants and suddenly wanted more.
You stood up and helped him pull off the costume, undoing the various complicated buckles and zips along the way. Finally Dean stood in front of you wearing nothing but a pair of very brief black briefs.
"Wow," you breathed, "even bigger than you looked in the costume."
"Wait, what?" cried Dean. "You could see this in the costume?!" He gestured to his unmistakable erection, a hot blush rising under his stubble.
You giggled. "Dean, every woman and most men noticed your cock in that costume."
You reached forward and took him in your hand. He moaned and leapt into your touch. Everyone had noticed him, noticed this- but you had him. In this moment, Dean was all yours. The thought made you feel powerful and incredibly special.
"Wait," he wrenched away from you and began to rummage thru the utility belt of his discarded costume. "Paracord, no. Fishhooks, no. Whiskey- ooh, whiskey! Batarangs, no. Condoms! Yes, condoms." When he turned around, you were waiting for him, your legs spread invitingly.
He laid down and stretched himself on top of you. For one long moment you both waited.
Finally he groaned, low and sexy, "Princess, please."
"Yes, Dean, yes," you answered.
Your consent was all he needed. Dean pushed into you. He was every bit as big as he had looked -bigger, even- and he filled you so well. He rose above you, every muscle in his chest and shoulders and arms tense. His need for you was so obvious, so sexy. You answered it by lifting your hips to him, arcing in close.
Together, you found a rhythm of thrusting and grinding and pressing. You took what he gave and he needed what you had to offer. You tried to wait, to give Dean time. But he was breathing hard and thrusting fast. Your body rode his to a peak of pleasure. You paused there just a moment before you were coming hard under him, wrapping him in your hot embrace.
Apparently that was all Dean had been waiting for, because he closed his eyes and let himself go. Moaning deeply, he came. For a few moments he was all hot tension, and then he collapsed against you.
Eventually Dean opened his magical green eyes and looked at you. You answered with a smile.
"So," he chuckled, and there were those dimples again. "How was sex with Batman?"
You giggled, helplessly. This man!
"Nothing like sex with you, Dean."
....
Thanks to @marril96 for sending @werewolfbarbie to help with the batman stuff. And @idreamofplaid for being awesome
You had to admit, your favorite part of conventions was always the cosplay. People were so wildly creative in all the ways they brought their favorite characters and stories to life! You especially loved seeing people who explored the limits- cosplaying outside of their gender, race, age or body type; making steampunk versions of costumes; and clever multi-fandom tributes. You yourself didn't cosplay, preferring simple fandom outfits. For example, right now, you were wearing dark wash jeans with a Ravenclaw t-shirt and long blue and grey plaid scarf.
A group of 3 men walking by caught your eye. They were all tall, handsome, and dressed up. The tallest one was cosplaying a floppy-haired 10th Doctor, while the shortest one wore a John Constantine-inspired look. The one in the middle, tho, was Batman. Oh, you loved a good Batman cosplay- and this one was one of the best you had ever seen! Your eyes roamed over the man, taking him all in. The suit had clearly been custom made for him. His broad shoulders and muscled arms were covered but on full display. His utility belt spanned a trim waist. His long legs were just a little bowed, but it took nothing away from his look.
The costume accessories were movie-level quality. Cowl, gloves and insignia were perfect. He curled his hands in his gloves and you couldn't help wondering what his touch would feel like.
The only place the costume didn't fit exactly right was in the crotch- it was too tight. Batman guy was ridiculously well endowed and the suit did nothing to hide it. One of your favorite fantasies rose to your mind- that of sex with Batman. What would sex with this Batman cosplayer be like? From what you could see, it would be incredible. You blushed. It was a little embarrassing to realize you were objectifying a random cosplayer so hard.
Without ever casting a glance in your direction, Batman squared his shoulders and walked away with his friends. You turned to follow him with your eyes. His cape cascaded over his shoulders but you got a peek of his round ass in the tight costume pants. There was a swish to his cape that put a smile on your face.
You saw the guys, including Batman, more than once across the crowded convention halls. It was after lunch before you actually ran into him again. You were looking at a table of paintings in the artist's gallery when a familiar gloved hand crossed your line of sight.
You turned to see Batman standing next to you. Bright green eyes shone from Batman's mask. The classic cowl hid most of his face, covering everything except his mouth. But what a mouth it was! His jaw was all lines and angles, lightly sprinkled with golden brown stubble. His lips were perfectly formed, just a little bit chapped, and ridiculously full. His eyes locked on yours and you shivered. He clenched his jaw, muscles working, and pouted out his lips just a little bit.
"See something you like, Princess?" He growled, green eyes flashing. Your mouth dropped open a little. Not only did this dude look amazing, he also sounded amazing. At your reaction, he grinned. His firm jaw melted into deep dimples.
You licked your lips and swallowed hard.
"I have a question about the insignia on your suit."
He tilted his head, encouraging you to go on.
"Is it ... hard?"
Batman nodded, a wicked smirk curling his lips.
"Oh yeah, its hard. You wanna...touch it?"
You nodded, unable to speak. Batman held out one gloved hand. You took it and he pulled you away from the table, away from the crowded artist's gallery, to a quieter corner of the room. Flicking his cape, he struck a ridiculously exaggerated superhero pose- chest out, chin up, fists clenched by his side.
"Go on, Princess," he growled.
"You wanted to touch my ... insignia?"
You carefully traced your fingers over the hard plastic. You could feel the heat rising off him thru the costume and itched to let your hands wander. But you knew how important consent was to cosplayers- just because this man in front of you was dressed as one of your hottest fantasies didn't give you any right... Your gaze strayed down to that unmistakable bulge in the front of the suit. Your dirty thoughts must've showed on your face because suddenly his mouth was next to your ear, murmuring,
"Isn't there anything else you'd like to touch?"
Given his permission, you let your hands spread across his muscled chest, over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. He flexed, and you giggled. Your hands trailed all the way down to his gloves. He took your hands in his and brought them to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles while looking you straight in the eye.
"I'm Dean," he told you, still in that ridiculously deep voice.
"Hi Dean," you answered, barely above a whisper.
You brushed your knuckles against his lips again, just to feel his touch. Then you ran your hand over his face- well, the little bit of his face you could see- as well as his mask. The mask was cool, smooth and inflexible- his face was warm, stubbled and yielding. You ran your thumb over his lips. How could these lips be real?!
"Either stop touching my mouth," he murmured into your fingers, "or kiss me already."
You leaned in, he bent down- you kissed. His amazing mouth felt even better than it looked. His lips were plush and yielding, backed by the strength of his jaw.
You kissed him until you couldn't breathe. Or maybe his kisses just took your breath away. You whimpered and leaned into him. Dean wrapped his strong arms around you. Finally he tore his mouth away.
"I have a room upstairs," he whispered in your ear, the cool material of his mask pressed against your cheek.
You didn't say anything, couldn't say anything- just nodded.
He led you to the elevator and then you were finally, blissfully alone. You leapt on him as the door closed, hurried in your desire. He grabbed you and pulled you tight as you resumed kissing. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught your reflection in the elevator doors. You were making out with Batman! Well, Dean dressed as Batman- whoever Dean was. You couldn't help laughing a little. When you laughed, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Hot damn! Was there any part of this man that wasn't ridiculously strong?! His kisses were deep and hard, his tongue fast and greedy. Your hips rose to meet his and you ground against him. His suit hadn't deceived you- he was big, and rock hard.
When the elevator stopped, he took your hand in his gloved one. He practically dragged you to his room, cape billowing out behind him.
Inside the room, you sank to the bed as he locked the door. With long bowlegged strides, he crossed the room and then dropped to one knee in front of you. This time his superhero pose was sincere. He put one hand on your leg.
"Listen, Princess," he growled.
"We can do whatever you want. I'll be whoever you want. I just have one thing to ask."
His green eyes shone bright from behind the mask.
"Let me eat you out."
"What?" You yelped. You had never had a man make that his condition for sex before. You had definitely never had a man say it so much like he meant it.
"I love pussy," Dean confessed.
"I can tell from your mouth that yours must be amazing. I just want to taste you and please you. Please."
What woman would ever say no? Yo nodded and took his chin in your hand.
"Just- keep the mask on," was your only request.
Dean chuckled, low and sexy.
"Damn right," he answered.
"Now help me take off these gloves."
You pulled off his gloves to discover that his hands were amazing. Broad knuckles, long fingers, callused and scarred. You kissed one, returning his gesture from earlier, and discovered that he had freckles on the backs of his hands. He cupped your face and kissed you again. Then his hands were all over your body, eager and skilled. He helped you out of all of your clothes until you lay back against the pillows, naked.
Leaning forward on his strong forearms, Dean cupped your ass in his big hands. He held you for a moment, stroking your skin. Then he turned his wrists and tilted your hips apart. He lowered his face between your legs and your felt his hot breath on your skin. He kissed you first, and you sighed. He licked you, swirling his tongue, and you moaned. He sucked you hard, those full plush lips working to please you. You made a wild animal sound and bucked into his face.
No wonder Dean liked eating pussy, if this was how he did it. He was absolutely spoiling this for you. No one else would ever be able to do this the way that he did. His firm jaw, his strong tongue, and his ridiculous lips could work magic.
At the same time, you never forgot that he was wearing Batman's mask. The smooth sides of the cowl brushed against your thighs as he moved between them. When he pushed into you, hard, the nose piece ground into you.
Dean as Batman quickly pushed you past thinking into pure feeling. You were nothing but the space between your legs, wet and needy. Desire gathered there and spread throughout your body under Dean's careful attention.
You probably moaned, you probably screamed- you didn't know. All you knew was your world shrinking to the touch of Dean's mouth on you. And then incredible blazing release as he made you come.
When you could see and breathe and think again, Dean was stretched out next to you. He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.
You sighed.
"Help me out of this costume," he growled.
"Damn thing zips up the back. I don't know why Rowena made it that way."
"Okay, but wait," you answered. Heart pounding, you put your hands under his jawline. His hands slid up under yours.
Up until now this had all been a fantasy, and Dean had been Batman. You were about to see who he really was. Minutes ago you had come on his face, but you were still nervous to see it. What would he look like, this man of your fantasies? Would you be disappointed? Would you still want him?
Dean wrenched his head and the cowl slid off. He tossed it to the side, and Batman with it. You were left staring into the face of one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.
You had prepared yourself for disappointment, for cringe, for bland acceptance. What you hadn't prepared yourself for was to be utterly blown away by Dean. You had thought what you could see in the Batman cowl was the most beautiful part of him, but turns out it was only a preview. Dean's face was gorgeous! Without the mask, those green eyes were even more piercing, framed by long lashes and bracketed by little crinkles in the corners. His cheekbones were high, lightly dusted with freckles that faded into the stubble on his strong jaw. And his mouth- well, maybe his mouth was the best part of him. Those obscenely perfect lips, so soft and so strong!
He leaned down and kissed you with that mouth, that ridiculous mouth..
Drunk on pleasure, you could've honestly spent hours just kissing Dean and touching his face. But you remembered your first glimpse of him and the way his costume fit him so tight. You remembered that unmistakable bulge in his pants and suddenly wanted more.
You stood up and helped him pull off the costume, undoing the various complicated buckles and zips along the way. Finally Dean stood in front of you wearing nothing but a pair of very brief black briefs.
"Wow," you breathed.
"Even bigger than you looked in the costume."
"Wait, what?" cried Dean.
"You could see this in the costume?!"
He gestured to his unmistakable erection, a hot blush rising under his stubble.
You giggled. "Dean, every woman and most men noticed your cock in that costume."
You reached forward and took him in your hand. He moaned and leapt into your touch. Everyone had noticed him, noticed this- but you had him. In this moment, Dean was all yours. The thought made you feel powerful and incredibly special.
"Wait," he wrenched away from you and began to rummage thru the utility belt of his discarded costume. "Paracord, no. Fishhooks, no. Whiskey- ooh, whiskey! Batarangs, no. Condoms! Yes, condoms." When he turned around, you were waiting for him, your legs spread invitingly.
He laid down and stretched himself on top of you. For one long moment you both waited.
Finally he groaned, low and sexy, "Princess, please."
"Yes, Dean, yes," you answered.
Your consent was all he needed. Dean pushed into you. He was every bit as big as he had looked -bigger, even- and he filled you so well. He rose above you, every muscle in his chest and shoulders and arms tense. His need for you was so obvious, so sexy. You answered it by lifting your hips to him, arcing in close.
Together, you found a rhythm of thrusting and grinding and pressing. You took what he gave and he needed what you had to offer. You tried to wait, to give Dean time. But he was breathing hard and thrusting fast. Your body rode his to a peak of pleasure. You paused there just a moment before you were coming hard under him, wrapping him in your hot embrace.
Apparently that was all Dean had been waiting for, because he closed his eyes and let himself go. Moaning deeply, he came. For a few moments he was all hot tension, and then he collapsed against you.
Eventually Dean opened his magical green eyes and looked at you. You answered with a smile.
"So," he chuckled, and there were those dimples again. "How was sex with Batman?"
You giggled, helplessly. This man!
"Nothing like sex with you, Dean."
This is a repost with the “Keep Reading” gap and new art. Sorry. Taglist: @idreamofplaid, @tloveswriting
"I AM BAT MAN." Maybe Dean wasn't joking. Tagging: @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnashley @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @winchesterswoonathon @deandoesthingstome @tia58 @torn-and-frayed @nichelle-my-belle @laurwinchester (I don't own any of the images. Credit goes to the owners)
(Part 5 of Batman!Dean/Cat(wo)man!Cas - Parts 1/2/3/4)
"Crowley wants to make a deal," Sam said at lunch, while he, Dean, and Cas sat around the mahogany dining room table in Winchester Manor.
Dean snorted. "What could he possibly have to offer that -"
"He knows who you are, Dean," Sam said.
"Yeah, so what?"
"He's threatening to make that knowledge public." Sam took a bite of his salad, seemingly nonchalant, but Dean knew his brother well enough to notice how tense his shoulders became.
"I'm not afraid of a few goons," Dean said. "Just let them try to take me out."
Cas's fork clanked loud against his dish. Dean looked over at him, but he wouldn't look up from his plate of noodles.
"Just think about this, Dean," Sam said. "We're talking about the entire city knowing who you are. Not just common criminals, but anyone you've ever put away. Leviathans, the Weres, the Vamps - hell, you name it."
"I've taken them before," Dean said, shrugging.
"Yeah, on your terms, when you were the hunter," Sam said. He punched his fork into a bit of lettuce. "It'll be different when they come for you, the man not the bat."
"Come on, I'll be fine."
"These men," Cas interjected. "They will hunt you, Dean. They will hunt you here." He glanced at Sam. "They will take away everything you care about just to hurt you."
Dean looked at Sam too, sitting there, scarfing down his salad. He worked at the City Hall, surrounded by policemen - but what about his commute? What about his lunch hour? Would someone really take Sam just to get to Dean?
"No," Dean said. "If we turn him loose, he'll come after Cas."
"We can get a restraining order," Sam said.
"Like that's going to work," Dean said.
"It's the best we got," Sam said.
Dean swallowed hard. "So that's it, huh? You give him a deal and we're just supposed to take his word for it? The guy's a lunatic. He'd tell anyway."
"Crowley's never broken a contract," Cas said. "He values them above all else."
"There's a first time for everything," Dean said, then sighed. "I want you to get a police escort, Sam, just in case."
"Dean, I don't -"
"It'd make me feel better," Dean said. Unwilling to meet Sam's gaze, Dean stared down at his own half-finished plate of noodles. He didn't feel hungry anymore. "Do what you want," he said, pushing the plate away from him. He stood and left the room.
* * *
Dean wasn't avoiding Sam and Cas, he just never saw them. He had decided to stay out longer at night, moving his route closer to the house. At first, he only stayed out as long as it stayed dark, but after it occurred to him that someone might attack the house - and Cas - during the day, he sat in the batcave and watched the monitors. He only left for a three hour nap around lunchtime, when Sam was home. Dean trusted him to wake him if something happened.
He was just waking up from a nap when there was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," he grumbled and rubbed his tired eyes with the heel of his palms. When he dropped his hands, Cas stood beside him with a mug of coffee. He passed it to Dean. "Thanks," Dean said, offering a small smile. It quickly disappeared into a yawn.
"You're pushing yourself too hard," Cas told him.
Dean shrugged and took a sip of coffee. He hummed in delight at the warmth.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Cas said, flat, and Dean choked a bit on his second sip.
"So you don't trust me," Dean said.
"You're careless when you're tired," Cas replied. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, give me a break," Dean scoffed. "You don't know that."
"It's how Crowley was able to capture you at the start of all this," Cas said.
Dean bit back his retort, deciding not to admit that no, actually, Dean was captured because he was desperate to find Cas.
His disbelief must have been evident on his face, because then Cas said, "Spar with me."
"Are you serious?"
"If you can pin me right here, right now, then I'll believe you," Cas said. He stretched his neck around, and for a moment, Dean was severely distracted by that long expanse of skin. "If you can't, then you are going to let me help you."
"No way."
"I know about the security cameras, Dean. Sam told me," Cas said. "You can at least let me help watch the monitors."
"Cas - "
"Fight me, Dean," Cas said and stretched his arms. He wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants. It shouldn't have been so damned hot. Cas caught him staring and winked. "If you pin me, I'll give you a kiss."
Dean choked on the coffee again.
When he recovered, he gently place the cup down on the nightstand - and then lunged from the bed toward Cas, who moved out of the way at the last second with his damned cat-like grace.
Dean's head was already throbbing. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
"You could just let me help you without argument," Cas said.
"Not a chance," Dean replied.
"Didn't think so."
Dean lunged again, but Cas hopped backwards, up on top of Dean's bed. He wobbled a minute but quickly found his balance.
"God, you're such a cheater," Dean grumbled, and scrambled up the bed.
Cas smirked and moving faster than Dean could react to, reached for Dean's calves and yanked them out from under him. Dean fell down onto his back on the mattress. Cas jumped atop him and pinned him down.
Yet before Dean could feel sorry for himself at falling for such an easy trick, Cas leaned down and kissed him. Dean opened his mouth instantly, and Cas deepened the kiss. Mmm, he tasted like coffee and Dean couldn't get enough.
When they finally pulled away for air, Cas didn't go far. He rested his forehead against Dean's cheek and whispered, "You don't have to do this alone, anymore."
"It's my job to protect you," Dean argued, weakly.
"But then who will protect you?"
"Cas -"
"Let me help you, Dean. Please," Cas said. "I can't..." He took a shaky breath. "I can't lose you when I've only just found you."
Dean swallowed hard. Cas couldn't mean that - but when he leaned up on his elbows and stared down at Dean with those bright blue eyes, Dean saw only overwhelming concern there - with just a hint something else. Something a lot like love.
Dean looked away, coughed to clear his throat, and grumbled, "Only the monitors."
"Thank you," Cas said and kissed his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah," Dean said as Cas released him from the pin. Cas rolled away, but only to Dean's side, where he seemed to make himself at home, draping an arm over Dean's waist. Dean thought to argue, but he was suddenly so comfortable and so tired that he clunked out before he ever felt Cas pull him tighter into his arms.
He felt it, though, when he awoke with Cas's steady sleepy breath puffing against his ear and his arms tight around Dean's middle.
