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Batman And Son (Dean Imagine)

(A/N Credit to MakingthisStuffup for the story and first draft of this. All I did was edit.)

You opened your tired eyes to the darkness of the room. Your 3 month old son was crying across the room, and despite his screeching, Dean was still asleep beside you. He certainly was a heavy sleeper when he wanted to be, you thought in frustration. But you still smiled. Moving your eyes to the only source of light, your clock, the burning little red lights told you it was around 3am.

You groaned softly. Dean tightened his grip around your waist, and now you weren't going to be able to get up with his iron grip and your injured leg (hunting accident last week involving a demon and a pie factory. Don't ask.). You sighed and look over at your fiance. You two hadn't really had time to get married yet, given your lifestyle. But, seeing how much you two loved each other, you doubted whether anyone would've had a problem with it if there'd been anyone left to care. In fact, you thought perhaps John and Mary Winchester and your parents would've been happy for the two of you.

"Dean, baby," you said softly, placing a hand on his chest. He hummed a little before shifting closer to you and resting his head in the crook of your neck. You smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Gotham needs you." No, Gotham wasn't your boy's actual name, but it was an excellent nickname. Dean finally grunted awake and stood, stretching briefly, as you could hear his back popping. You heard him walk over to the little boy, who continued to cry as Dean carried him out to the kitchen for his bottle. You sighed and settled back into the bed, watching the doorway.

You saw Sam briefly as he walked by to the library. Judging by the thick leather book under his arm, you guessed He was dropping it back off. He smiled and waved at you as he passed. Nerd, you thought, giggling to yourself. You wondered how his girl was doing. Asleep? Or were they laying there reading together again?

Dean returned a moment later, still carrying the bottle. You smiled at him as he walked back to the crib, feeding his son, and he glanced up, smirking at you.

"I'm Batman," he muttered, smirk turning into a wide grin. You giggled again as he burped Gotham.

Sam walked back by, now carrying two beers, just in time to catch that. "No you're not, dude."

"You shut your mouth, Robin."

"Ah, c'mon! How am I Robin?"

"Dude, you're totally a sidekick."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Don't curse in front of the baby."

"Sorry babe."

They stuck their tongues out at each other, and Sam turned and walked off, giving Dean the finger over his shoulder. They were just like little kids, you thought, shaking your head fondly.

"'Night, Sammy," you called after him, and he called back a short "G'night!" and was gone.

Dean laid Gotham back down, now finally sleeping peacefully again.

"I really love that nickname," he sighed, climbing back into bed beside you. You shook your head and grinned into his shoulder as he pulled you to him, being careful not to hurt your leg.

"I know you do. That's why I created it. Now," you said, running a hand over his chest lazily, "we can either go to sleep or talk all night."

"As much as I love talking to you, babe, I love sleep more," he said, relaxing back into his pillow and squeezing your shoulder gently. You laughed, very softly. You didn't want to deal with a fussy baby again.

"I do too. Don't you worry about that." You got comfortable again, and eventually, you both fell asleep, happy with the four or so hours of unconsciousness ahead.