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Batman (Teen!Dean AU fluff)

NormalTeen!Dean AU can I get a hellll yeahhhh
I used a lot of texts to tell this story because the last one got me thinking and it felt like it fit here, so hopefully that doesn't bother anyone. enjoy!!

You have seven new message notifications from Dean Losechester. Your phone carries on it's relentless buzzing, but you force yourself to swallow the smile and keep typing your English essay. There's so much more to write before the deadline tomorrow, and your boyfriend is well aware that you barely have a sentence done. He's stubborn though, and the texts just continue rolling in.

You have one missed call from Dean Losechester. You groan, take a deep breath, and desperately try to cling onto what little concentration you're still able to pull towards your introductory paragraph. It's not much.

You have twelve new message notifications from Dean Losechester. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" You practically shout to your empty room. Your little brother's laugh rings out downstairs, maybe because of the sitcom he's surely watching, maybe because he knows that you're knee deep in torture while he's living it up. Bastard. Gah, you can't do this. You can't stare at your laptop screen anymore, you can't write anymore, and you certainly can't resist Dean.

Dean: dude
Dean: stop
Dean: writing
Dean: cmon
Dean: talk
Dean: to
Dean: me
Dean: don't
Dean: you
Dean: love
Dean: me
Dean: baby?
Dean: if
Dean: you
Dean: don't
Dean: respond
Dean: soon
Dean: I'm
Dean: coming
Dean: over
Dean: okay
Dean: on
Dean: my
Dean: way!

You: No no and no! Turn your goddamn car around right now! You know that it's me and my little brother home and he will not hesitate to rat us out and you will never see me again you ass

Dean: aha! I knew you loved me. You were listening the whole time.

You: I also love not being grounded until I'm thirty you'd better be turning your lame ass around and going home

Dean: Where's the fun in that? ;)

You: oh hell no
You: you did not just send me a winkie face
You: you
You: did
You: not

Dean: ;)

Then you see the flash of passing headlights through your bedroom curtain and hear the soft sound of a car rolling ever so slowly by your house. Shit, shit, and shit. Curse that boy and his disregard for the speed limit.

You: is that you?? oh my god Dean

Dean: I know. impressive, right? good thing we live nearby.

You: don't you dare get out of that car, boy

The sound of a car door shutting echoes in from your open window on the second story. Dammit.

You: okay alright wait wait wait
You: if we're doing this
You: which I can't believe we are, by the way
You: then you gotta be careful okay
You: porch has a motion activated light don't go there
You: you're a big boy I'll leave climbing the stones to you but I swear to god Dean if you fall and make noise you can kiss our relationship goodbye

Dean: are you not at all concerned for what injuries I might sustain if I fall

You: the real injury is gonna be the ass whooping from me now shut up and hurry up

Dean: geez, calm down bossy I'm comin

You chuckle to yourself at Dean's childish remark, unable to hold back how childishly happy you feel yourself. Having your boyfriend sneak into your house on a Thursday night just because he feels like it - this is the stuff of movies, not your life. But sure enough, Dean is waltzing through your barely lit yard like he owns it, smirking up at your window where you lean out to smile back. He gives a wave-slash-salute and you nod back, setting to work on pushing the window open as far as possible and unlocking the screen that covers it.

Below, there's the rustling of a couple bushes, restrained laughter, and then a barely audible grunt. Glancing down with excitement building in your stomach, you see Dean, the master wrestler and weight lifter he is, shimmying his way upwards, a few feet up the wall now. For the most part he stays zoned in on where he's placing his hands and feet, but he also knows that you're staring and grins up at you triumphantly every once in a while as he gets closer and closer. You don't bother to hide your infatuation or awe. He's climbing up a nearly flat wall in jeans and a leather jacket - even for Dean, who likes to show off constantly, this is pretty goddamn impressive to you.

It feels like a silent and unnecessary eternity until he's finally at your window and shooing you to step back. He hauls his head and shoulders into your room, presumably about to tumble forward onto the floor, but you rush forward to grab and stop him.

"First off, you're gonna break your neck doing that. I don't want blood on my carpet. Second, that's going to be loud as fuck!" You whisper-shout, but Dean rolls his eyes.

"How do you suggest I crawl in then? Not exactly a lot of ways to position myself one story above ground. Now move back. You need to let me in, and besides, you don't have to worry," he whispers back, smirk growing even bigger (if that's possible) as you reluctantly step back.

"Why shouldn't I worry, exactly?"

Dean suddenly pulls his lower half into a ball underneath him, legs bunched up. He swings forward through the window, arms spread apart and hands bracing his entire body weight on the sill. He stretches out his legs once they reach through, wiggling his feet as he plants them steadily on your carpeted floor. Your hands are snapped over your mouth and you might be worried about his about-to-explode ego if you weren't so bewildered at your boyfriend's ability.

"Because I'm Batman," he all but hisses with victory in his voice, eyebrows wiggling, and you're glad your hands cover your mouth, as you are millimeters away from bursting out laughing.

"Batman, is that right?" You ask quietly as you come closer to him again after reigning in your laughter. He nods, still smirking, and reaches around your waist to pull you to him.

"Now you're getting it," he whispers, pushing his body even closer to yours and bringing you in for a kiss. You smile and let your eyes close, losing yourself. Dean is a damn good kisser, and he knows it. Something about the way he holds the back of your neck, the way he bites at your lip... okay, he's an amazing kisser.

"You... can.. be.. Robin... if you like," he says between kisses, but even as he speaks his lips barely leave yours, brushing against you still as they move. He's mesmerizing.

"I might... take you up on that" You imitate Dean with your own lips and it drives him crazy. He rests his forehead on yours and groans softly.

"This was so totally worth climbing up the front of your goddamn house," he murmurs, and you giggle.

"I sure hope that bad references to superheroes and a couple kisses aren't all you came for," you reply, and Dean groans again. Part of you stays conscious that you can't make too much noise, but the other part, well... You aren't going to let your boyfriend sneak into your house, interrupt your writing, and risk your future social life if you don't get something just as good out of the deal.

"I do not deserve you," Dean whispers appreciatively and you laugh again.

"That's probably true. I mean, I'm hot, funny, intelligent... but hey, at least you're Batman."