Written: 20.06.14
Words: 445
Crobby
Bobby startled awake at the crash that came from the kitchen. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he cautiously got up from his desk, the boys shouldn’t be back yet.
He grabbed the Colt off the edge of the desk as he approached, taking aim as the kitchen door opened.
“Wait!” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “It’s just me.”
“Jesus!” Bobby let out a breath as he saw it was the demon, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, “How the hell do you keep getting in here?”
“Let’s just say some of your warding isn’t as up-to-date as you think,” Crowley smiled, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.
Bobby took the drink and made his way back over to the desk, “Thanks for the tip.”
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?”
Bobby shot a look at the demon, “Friends usually don’t have to break in.”
“Please,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “Breaking in would actually require effort.”
“You said you were here why again?”
“Can’t I come by just to chat?” At the disbelieving look on the hunters’ face, the demon sighed, “Fine.” He took a few steps toward the desk, “I was hoping to get your help with something.”
“No.”
Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!”
“Yeah, well, last time you needed my help, I ended up losing my soul,” Bobby shot him a look as he took a seat at his desk, “So excuse me if I’m not exactly jumping at the chance to relive that.”
Crowley took a seat on the edge of the desk, “I gave it back, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, after I had to dig up your bones.”
“Semantics.” He waved a dismissive hand, “The important thing now is that you have it.”
Bobby gave the demon another look as he took the Colt out of his pants, placing it down on the desk, “You better get to your point if you don’t want another hole in one of your suits.”
Crowley shook his head, “Must you always be so… you about everything? I mean, honestly…”
Bobby gave the demon a once over as he let his voice trail off before sighing, taking his ball cap off to run a hand through his hair, “Listen, Princess, I don’t got all day. So why don’t you make yourself useful and wait for me upstairs?”
Crowley’s jaw dropped at the hunters’ suggestion. He open and closed his mouth a few times in stunned silence, before a wicked smile split his face as he eagerly hopped off the desk, “Happily.”
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