“Well?” Crowley raised an eyebrow at the hunter, taking a sip from the drink in his hand.
Bobby starred at the new baseball cap he was holding, swallowing thickly, “What is this?”
Crowley pushed off the doorway and came over to the hunters’ desk, “What’s it look like?”
Bobby finally raised his eyes to the demon, unable to contain his shock, “… You do know what today is, right?”
“You think we don’t have calendars in Hell?”
“So then…” Bobby looked back to the hat he was holding, trying to put the pieces together, “You got me a present?”
“God, no!” Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk, “Pfft, who do you think you’re talking to?”
“… So you just decided to give me a new hat?”
“On Valentine’s Day?”
“… You do know what the word ‘present’ means, right?”
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