A Dabble will do ya
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Bobby/Crowley
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: What if things weren't as they appear ... spoilers for Caged Heat.
Notes: I've ended up writing a series of dabbles (not Drabbles. Just Dabbles)that may or may not be related. This is my take on what happens after Caged Heat. Enjoy!
“He said he would bring it.” Castiel glared at Bobby Singer. “That was the agreement.”
Bobby looked up, too old and too tired to be intimidated by the angel's posturing. “He said it may take him a few weeks. It's been just a little over three so how about you suck it up and be patient.”
Castiel's glare deepened but before he could do or say anything drastic, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Hello, love! Miss me?" Crowley stood in the doorway, a wrapped object cradled in his arms. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes but he was smiling.
"Is that it?" Castiel started forward but Crowley's arms tightened around the parcel.
"Hang on a minute, feathers. I've gotten you what you wanted. We're even now. No more tormenting the demon. Well. This demon."
"As long you stay - dead."
Crowley smirked. "No problem there." He finally said, giving Bobby an unreadable look. Bobby glowered back, though his eyes crinkled in amusement.
"And I will need that back," Crowley gestured at the bundle, which he'd finally relinquished to the angel.
"Why?" Castiel plucked at the covering,
"Because that was the agreement, And if you're going to look at it now kindly take it outside." He gestured at Bobby. "Human here."
Castiel hesitated. "Of course." Cradling the bundle, Castiel walked out the door.
Bobby sighed then grunted as he suddenly acquired a lap-full of demon.
"Miss me?" Crowley asked cheerfully, his arms slipping behind Bobby's neck. They were almost nose-to-nose and Crowley took the opportunity to rub them together.
"Like I miss a freaking leech," Bobby muttered, though he made no move to push the demon away, "So how'd it go?"
Crowley grimaced. "Took me some time to convince them I could survive and did and then to get what Castiel wanted." He grinned and wiggled against the other man. "Do I get a reward for being a good little demon?"
Bobby rolled his eyes but before he could say anything, the angel walked back in, the bundle once again tightly wrapped. He paused, looking from hunter to demon. Bobby blushed slightly but Crowley grinned back, unabashed.
"That's a loan, angel. Remember that."
"I understand." He looked from Crowley to Bobby, frowning. "Do you need ..."
"No," Bobby said abruptly. "I don't need any help."
"So how about you go play pizza man and waiter with ..." Crowley yelped as the hunter pinched him sharply.
Castiel blinked at him before mumbling something and vanishing. Bobby looked back at Crowley, opening his mouth to say something only to have any words cut off by the demon's mouth meeting his.
Ten minutes later, he managed to pull back, his breath coming in hard gasps. His eyes rested on Crowley kiss-swollen lips, a part of him speculating how good they would feel on a certain part of his anatomy. That particular part of his anatomy was currently so hard it actually hurt. Of course a certain part of Crowley's anatomy was poking just as persistently at him and the demon's eyes were dark with lust.
"Now what happens?"
Crowley arched an eyebrow and pressed against him, hardness against hardness. "We find a flat surface or not so flat surface ..."
"After that!" Bobby barked then he flushed as he realized he was admitting he wanted to fuck the demon. "I mean, are you staying?"
Crowley blinked, obviously surprised. "Of course. That is, if you want me to." He suddenly looked uncertain.
Bobby snorted, tightening his grip on the demon's hips. "And then? Gonna just hang around or ..."
"Well, I have new, or rather old, responsibilities to get back to but nothing that will keep me from home long. None of which have anything to do with Hell." He smiled at that thought.
"Good." Bobby grunted, eyeing the staircase thoughtfully. A part of him wondered if they would make it up to the bed or if they were going to end up consummating their relationship on the stairs. Well, it did qualify as a flat surface. "So what's this new-old identity you're going back to?"
"Hmmm?" The demon's eyes were half-closed as he rocked against Bobby.
Bobby bit his lip, struggling to control himself. In desperation he gripped Crowley's hips harder, holding him still. "You said this was an old identity that you could take back up. So who are you now?"
"Oh." Crowley blinked then grinned. "Valda. Benedict Valda."
Characters/Pairings: Bobby/Crowley
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: What if things weren't as they appear ... spoilers for Caged Heat.
Notes: I've ended up writing a series of dabbles (not Drabbles. Just Dabbles)that may or may not be related. This is my take on what happens after Caged Heat. Enjoy!
“He said he would bring it.” Castiel glared at Bobby Singer. “That was the agreement.”
Bobby looked up, too old and too tired to be intimidated by the angel's posturing. “He said it may take him a few weeks. It's been just a little over three so how about you suck it up and be patient.”
Castiel's glare deepened but before he could do or say anything drastic, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Hello, love! Miss me?" Crowley stood in the doorway, a wrapped object cradled in his arms. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes but he was smiling.
"Is that it?" Castiel started forward but Crowley's arms tightened around the parcel.
"Hang on a minute, feathers. I've gotten you what you wanted. We're even now. No more tormenting the demon. Well. This demon."
"As long you stay - dead."
Crowley smirked. "No problem there." He finally said, giving Bobby an unreadable look. Bobby glowered back, though his eyes crinkled in amusement.
"And I will need that back," Crowley gestured at the bundle, which he'd finally relinquished to the angel.
"Why?" Castiel plucked at the covering,
"Because that was the agreement, And if you're going to look at it now kindly take it outside." He gestured at Bobby. "Human here."
Castiel hesitated. "Of course." Cradling the bundle, Castiel walked out the door.
Bobby sighed then grunted as he suddenly acquired a lap-full of demon.
"Miss me?" Crowley asked cheerfully, his arms slipping behind Bobby's neck. They were almost nose-to-nose and Crowley took the opportunity to rub them together.
"Like I miss a freaking leech," Bobby muttered, though he made no move to push the demon away, "So how'd it go?"
Crowley grimaced. "Took me some time to convince them I could survive and did and then to get what Castiel wanted." He grinned and wiggled against the other man. "Do I get a reward for being a good little demon?"
Bobby rolled his eyes but before he could say anything, the angel walked back in, the bundle once again tightly wrapped. He paused, looking from hunter to demon. Bobby blushed slightly but Crowley grinned back, unabashed.
"That's a loan, angel. Remember that."
"I understand." He looked from Crowley to Bobby, frowning. "Do you need ..."
"No," Bobby said abruptly. "I don't need any help."
"So how about you go play pizza man and waiter with ..." Crowley yelped as the hunter pinched him sharply.
Castiel blinked at him before mumbling something and vanishing. Bobby looked back at Crowley, opening his mouth to say something only to have any words cut off by the demon's mouth meeting his.
Ten minutes later, he managed to pull back, his breath coming in hard gasps. His eyes rested on Crowley kiss-swollen lips, a part of him speculating how good they would feel on a certain part of his anatomy. That particular part of his anatomy was currently so hard it actually hurt. Of course a certain part of Crowley's anatomy was poking just as persistently at him and the demon's eyes were dark with lust.
"Now what happens?"
Crowley arched an eyebrow and pressed against him, hardness against hardness. "We find a flat surface or not so flat surface ..."
"After that!" Bobby barked then he flushed as he realized he was admitting he wanted to fuck the demon. "I mean, are you staying?"
Crowley blinked, obviously surprised. "Of course. That is, if you want me to." He suddenly looked uncertain.
Bobby snorted, tightening his grip on the demon's hips. "And then? Gonna just hang around or ..."
"Well, I have new, or rather old, responsibilities to get back to but nothing that will keep me from home long. None of which have anything to do with Hell." He smiled at that thought.
"Good." Bobby grunted, eyeing the staircase thoughtfully. A part of him wondered if they would make it up to the bed or if they were going to end up consummating their relationship on the stairs. Well, it did qualify as a flat surface. "So what's this new-old identity you're going back to?"
"Hmmm?" The demon's eyes were half-closed as he rocked against Bobby.
Bobby bit his lip, struggling to control himself. In desperation he gripped Crowley's hips harder, holding him still. "You said this was an old identity that you could take back up. So who are you now?"
"Oh." Crowley blinked then grinned. "Valda. Benedict Valda."