Comedy

Batman!

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the supernatural characters.

-Wrote this , thinking about my dear brother and loving boyfriend. Hope you Enjoy! R&R.


Dean and Sam were sprawled out on their own beds in some cheap motel. Several papers, books , and pencils surrounded Sam on his bed. While Dean just lay on his holding a black device. Sam was doing research on a thesis paper on Law, he expected to get paid very well for it, if he ever got to finish…

"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Batman, Batman, Batman!" Dean yelled as he fidgeted with the PSP Sam had bought him for Christmas. His new game was a Batman game. It consisted of Batman on a motorcycle driving down Gotham City shooting targets with his bat weapons. The song was the most irritating sound in the world, and Dean could not stop singing it every time he shot a target. Unfortunately, he never seemed to miss, and there was like a hundred levels.

"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Batman, Batman, Batman!" Dean's yelling made Sam type up Batman about ten times in a sentence, instead of the fact he needed to state.

"Would you please not sing that every time you shoot a target," Sam insisted to his brother wishing he'd never bought him anything.

Dean looked over at him annoyed. "Fine."

Instead of Dean's singing , every time he shot a target Sam heard the noise, BANG!

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG .BANG. BANG.

Sam started tapping a pencil over his forehead fiercely, it was impossible to concentrate this way.

BANG. BANG. BANG. "DEAN!" Sam yelled at his brother throwing the pencil at him making him miss a target.

Wamp.

"You made me miss!" His brother exclaimed in horror.

"Good!"

Dean gave his brother a dirty look then proceeded to play his game. "Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Batman, Batman, Batman!" He screamed obnoxiously as he hit each target.

Sam started throwing his pillows at Dean. Wamp. Wamp. Bang. Wamp. Wamp.

"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman! Batman, Batman, Batman!" Dean yelled before rushing out of the room with his game.

Sam could still hear the faint , BANG. BANG. BANG , out in the hallway. When the noise was gone completely he turned back to his laptop and worked on finishing his thesis.

An hour later, with half his paper finished, his brother returned.

Sam looked up completely vexed wishing he were gone at least an hour more.

"Look what I got Sammy," Dean said holding up a new game called , Call of Duty.

Oh No, Sam thought.