30 Snapshots
Author: madwriter223
Rating: Varies
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: Some, but rather tiny
Warnings: One is dark (Blood) and one is mature (flush).
Author's Note:Many months ago, I signed up for the 30 Snapshot Challenge. It's long overdue, but here are the missing 20 Snapshots to complete my set. Enjoy. ^__^
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Puppy
“Isn't he cute?” Crowley asked, grinning proudly.
Bobby glanced at the air the demon was holding, then raised an eyebrow. “Have you been drinking?”
“Right, forgot you can't see hellhounds.”
Bobby eyed the 'air.' “That's a little small for a hellhound.”
“It's a puppy! Demelza had a litter recently.”
“Congrats.” Cause seriously, what was he supposed to say?
“I thought we could keep one pup, raise it up. Maybe call him Rodimus.” It looked as if Crowley was pressing his cheek against the 'pup', but he couldn't be certain without seeing the damn thing.
“You want to hold him?” Crowley asked suddenly, and before he could answer, Bobby's hands were full of a hot ball of... something. He instinctively pulled it closer to his chest, and the little thing wiggled against him, panting across his fingers.
Aw, to Hell with it.
“He ain't sleeping in the bed.” he grumbled.
Crowley just grinned.
Prompt: Flush
Bobby laid his palms across Crowley's hips, clenching slightly whenever pleasure spiked and whenever Crowley moved particularly hard.
The demon was riding him in earnest, whole body in clear view for Bobby to stare at. And stare he did. He watched as the skin glistened with sweat he hadn't known demon's could produce. He watched as the flush rose onto the cheeks, watched as it spread downward, as it covered the long neck, and as it bloomed across the chest.
The same chest heaved with each breath, and flexed whenever Crowley arched his back and quickened his up and down movements. His lips were parted slightly, a pink tongue sneaking out ever few moments to wet them.
Bobby groaned, and thrust his hips upwards, harshly back inside, and the flush intensified.
Prompt: angels
Bobby continued glaring, and kept the grip he had on his rifle. “You wanna run that by me again?”
Castiel straightened his back further (if that was even possible). “I was asked here to perform a check on your mind and soul to ascertain whether or not you are being manipulated or controlled by the demon Crowley.”
Gabriel grinned around his lollipop. “I'm just here for the lols.”
“That what now?”
Dean cleared his throat nervously, and Sam fidgeted slightly. “We, me and Sam I mean, thought we should make sure that, you know-”
“That Crowley isn't controlling me through my dick.”
Both Winchester looked very uncomfortable discussing this topic.
Bobby rolled his eyes, and set the rifle down. “Idjits. Both of you are idjits.” He pointed to Cas. “You are a smaller idjit for going along with this, but an idjit nonetheless.”
“I do not understand. Do you not wish for me to proceed?”
“And you-” Bobby pointed at the Archangel. “Go bother Crowley. He's at the back.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Gabriel mock saluted and headed outside, dragging Castiel behind him.
Prompt: afterglow
Bobby flopped down onto the bed, his breathing deep and slow. Crowley mmm-ed next to him, and rolled onto his side. He settled his head on the hunter's shoulder and closed his eyes, sighing in satisfaction.
Bobby glanced at him, then grinned crookedly, reaching out to muss the demon's hair even more.
“Good look on you.”
“You charmer, you.” Crowley grumbled sarcastically, though without heat.
Prompt: Omen
Bobby glanced up from the car guts he was elbows deep in, and frowned thoughtfully.
“Hey, Crowley!” He called towards the house. A few moments later the window opened, the demon leaning outside.
“You bellowed?”
Bobby gestured towards the sky and the black clouds billowing in the distance. “I might be mistaken, but could that be an omen of the Apocalypse?”
Crowley stared for a moment at the clouds, then snorted. “Yes, it is an omen. Of rain.”
“Yeah, thought so.” Bobby muttered under his breath.
“You're cute when you're paranoid.” Crowley said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Can you blame me? Since the last two we averted, I'm still waiting for the third.”
“Not for another four years, Bobby-kins. Now come inside before it starts to pour.”
Bobby paused mid-nod, and did a double take. “What do you mean 'four years'?!” But Crowley had already ducked back inside.
Prompt: lighting
“You know, this is complete bullshit.” Bobby muttered, watching as Crowley sat on the floor, arms wrapped around three invisible bodies pressing against him.
Lightning flashed, thunder rolling in the distance and the invisible mutts whimpered pitifully. Bobby snorted.
Crowley scowled at him. “Shut up. How about you do something constructive and help me cuddle them, so they'll calm down sometime this century.”
“Your ass ain't that good to be worth cuddling with hellhounds.”
“Then at least close the damn blinds before they piss fire and brimstone all over your carpet.”
That Bobby could do.
Prompt: lurk
Bobby slammed the door behind him, and threw his bag into the ground. “Crowley! Get your demon ass in here now!”
“What am I, your slave?” Crowley grumbled as he made his way from the kitchen, cleaning his hands on the dishtowel. “So, how did the hunt go?”
“Screw that.” The hunter pointed an accusing finger at him. “What did I tell you about following me on jobs? Especially on jobs with other hunters?”
“Hey, why are you angry at me? I was here the entire time, cooking victory dinner.”
“You really think I didn't see you lurking in the shadows the entire time?”
Crowley shrugged. “Hey, it's either that or having one of the hounds follow you.”
Bobby's hands clenched. “I can take care of myself!” he yelled, then stalked off towards the bathroom to clean up.
“Sure you can.” Crowley murmured under his breath, smirking fondly after him. “Does that mean I should just throw out the duck?” He yelled a heartbeat later.
“I'll clean up and be there in a minute, you stalker bastard!”
Prompt: blood
The blood dripped down onto the floor, where it swirled in an ever growing puddle. Each twitch of the body sent more and more blood coming, widening the small lake of it.
Crowley smirked to himself at a job well done, and cleaned off his instruments. “Now, I really must be going. You know how it is when you're practically married, especially when the spouse is a human. So much responsibility he is.”
The body on the table tracked his movements with wide terrified eyes, clouded and murky from the extensive torture.
Crowley grinned the smile he knew could cause a small animals to wet itself. “I do hope I made my point clear during our little talk. Come near Bobby Singer again, and we'll just have to meet once more. Like this, only with a slightly better outcome. Better for me, at least.”
The terrified demon nodded weakly, jerkily.
“Excellent. And could you be a dear, and let the rest of Hell know too?” He picked up a sharp knife, and started gouging it into the skin surrounding one eye. “That Singer is mine, that is.”
Another jerky nod.
“So glad we had this talk. Ta, now.”
Prompt: thirst
Sam frowned at the pitcher of pearly white liquid. He took it out of the fridge and gave it a tentative sniff.
“Hey, Bobby, what is this?”
Bobby glanced up from his sandwich. “No idea. Probably another of Crowley's culinary experiments.”
“Any idea?”
“Put it back. The last thing he had in a pitcher was a mix of blood, sperm and 100% proof alcohol for some ritual or other.”
“...sperm?”
Bobby nodded. “The bastard called it Spermanade.”
Sam opened his mouth to ask something else, but closed it after a moment, and put the pitcher back in the fridge. On second thought, he wasn't that thirsty anymore.
Prompt: command
“You want me to do what?”
“Bond with the hounds. I'm sure spending some quality time together would do all of you some good.”
“Why, are they planning to eat me?”
“No, no, no. They already adore you and promised to rip anyone who tries to harm you to shreds. But that doesn't mean you can't spend more time with them.”
“This is a plot to get me eaten, isn't it?”
“Now you're being paranoid again. Look, you can do human stuff with them. Teach them some tricks.”
“What, like sit or play dead?”
“I'd avoid using the d-word around them. Might give them ideas, and I know how you don't like it when they decrease the area's population.”
“I can't even see the damn things, how am I supposed to teach them to follow my commands?!”
“Fine, then play fetch with them. Just do something!”
“Will you tell me why?”
“Because I am sick and tired of you diving for the rifle whenever one of them barks. Now go, and have fun. That's an order.”
Bobby crossed his arms stubbornly.
An exasperated sigh. “Will you go if I go too?”
“Possibly.”
“I'll go get my coat. But you'll be the one to throw the damn stick.”
“Fine.”
Prompt: lubrication
“Why am I here again?” Bobby grumbled, pulling his cap lower so that it covered a little more of his face.
“Because I obviously need your opinion on this. I can't have you grumbling about 'weird ass' lube each time you insist on stretching me.” Crowley answered with a cheeky smirk, and held up two bottles. “Strawberry or cherry?”
“Do we really need to have scented lube?” Bobby wasn't whining. He really wasn't. “And don't talk so loud.”
“Fine, not scented then.” The demon put the bottles back onto the shelf, then selected two other bottles. “Tingling or warming?”
“I think that's really more your decision. And you're hot enough without any warming crap adding to it.”
“Why, Bobby, will the compliments never cease?” He put those bottles back too, then another caught his eye. “How about this, then? Cooling. It's supposed to heighten the experience.”
Bobby thrust his hands into his pockets, and glanced around for the up-teenth time, making sure no one who knew him was near. “Need I remind you of that whole ice-cube fiasco?”
“There's no pleasing you, is there?”
“What is wrong with simple KY?”
“Nothing, I assure you. But wouldn't you like something more... kinky?”
“I think between the two of us, we've got kinky covered for my tastes. Pick whatever the Hell you want, and I'll wait in the truck.” That said, Bobby ducked out of the store as quickly as he could.
Crowley came back with five different bottles of lube. The demon also mocked him for being a prude the entire way home.
Prompt: dance
Crowley found the hunter in his private library, pouring over crumpling pages of the Sumallian demon bible. The demon grinned to himself and sauntered inside.
“Oh, Bobby-kins. You won't guess what I found in the attic.”
Bobby frowned at him. “What were you doing in the attic?”
“Looking for dirt. And I found some quite juicy pictures.”
Bobby's frown only deepened.
“I found some rather lovely pictures of you during when Disco was 'here to stay' in Sioux Falls. I never thought you'd be able to pull off an afro.”
The hunter was scowling now. “Give me those.”
“Oh no. Not until I share these with the world. I might even try to talk Castiel into taking me on a trip to the past to personally see you boogie-down.”
Bobby got up from his chair. “You. Will. Not.”
“No, you're right, of course. The little angel is too pious to help out a demon. Gabriel, on the other hand.”
Bobby lunged at the demon, and nearly had him. Crowley had already teleported or whatever away.
Prompt: laughter
Gabriel pretty much was pissing his pants, he was laughing so hard. Crowley was laughing also, just not as hard.
On the dance floor, a much younger Bobby Singer rocked his body to the music. He snapped his hips to the side as he extended one arm in the air, a single finger extended.
Gabriel fell down, laughing his fool head off.
Crowley held onto his sides, laughing as well. Though he had to admit - Bobby Singer was a Hell of a dancer. He should probably blackmail Bobby into showing off his boogie-skills when they got back.
Prompt: toys
Bobby facepalmed as he stared from the buttplugs the size of his arm to the whips that belonged more in a torture chamber. Not to mention the chains, paddles, gags, beads, colorful vibrators, feathers, strings, whipped cream containers, and every fucking thing else littered across his bed.
He blinked, considered the mass of perversion, and turned to the demon.
“When I okay-ed sex toys, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.”
Crowley shrugged. “What? I didn't know your preference.”
“So you decided to rob a sex-shop instead.”
“What was I supposed to do, pay? I only indulge in that rot when you're with me, and you refused to accompany me this time, remember?”
“For good cause, apparently.” Bobby once again looked over the pile of every perverts' wet dream, and sighed in resignation. “I'll pick the stuff that doesn't freak me the hell out, and we'll burn the rest. That fine with you?”
“Excellent, we'll have a merry little bonfire. Should I invite your brats and their angels too? We could make it a family thing.”
Bobby facepalmed again. Sometimes, he wondered what he had been drinking to agree to this relationship.
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Necking
Bobby kissed up Crowley's neck, sucking slightly at the spot just under the earlobe. He mouthed his way down, sucking firmly here and there, licking in other places.
Crowley's breathing turned heavy under the onslaught, however every once in a while he's give a quite chuckle or a fucking giggle. The sounds were small and barely there, so understandably, it took the hunter several minutes to get annoyed enough to ask.
Bobby huffed and moved back so that he could send a glare at the demon. “What is so funny?”
“You're beard tickles.” Crowley explained with an amused grin, rubbing slightly at his neck.
Bobby scowled. “I ain't shaving my beard off for anybody.”
Crowley pecked him on the lips and wrapped his arms around the hunter's neck. “Who's asking?” He mouthed at one hairy cheek. “If you did, I just might leave you.”
“Promises, promises.” Bobby grumbled, but he pulled the demon into a kiss nonetheless.
Prompt: Fire
“So, while you were out staking the cemetery, I did some research of my own. Apparently, our nice little ghost was murdered in this house. The killer stabbed her in the stomach, but she got away and bled all over the house on her way to the door. The killer got her before she could run outside, and slaughtered her right there under the stairs. The place has been re-painted and refurnished since then, though I'm sure you know even a speck of blood is enough for a ghosty to hang around. I decided to lend a helping hand out of the goodness of my heart.”
Bobby glanced at the blazing inferno behind the demon. “So you decided to torch the entire place.”
“I was tempted to torch the street, just to be certain, but I think one house is enough.”
Bobby nodded. “You know, I think you just might've actually helped me out here.”
“What do you mean? I'm an extremely helpful demon.”
“My hairy old ass. Now get in the truck before the law gets here.”
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Angry!Cuddle
A/N: Ever heard of angry!sex? Well, this is angry!cuddle. XD
Bobby sighed in exasperation as he watched the demon pacing to and fro across his yard, muttering in a rage to himself. He had told the damn idiot his new position was gonna give him an aneurysm, but nooo...
One thing left to do, he decided with a sigh.
“Oi!” he called, going down the steps of his home. Once at the bottom, he spread his arms wide and scowled. “Do your worst.”
Crowley stopped his infuriated pacing, and glared hotly at the hunter. He took one menacing step forward and declared that “Rodimus chewed through your new truck.”
Bobby felt rage boiling in his belly. His new Ford? He'll kill that mutt!
Immediately, a purring demon was snuggling to his chest, pressing close and nuzzling against the thrum of human anger.
Bobby snarled, and wrapped his arms around his demon. Goddammit, the things he had to do.
Prompt: Bind
Bobby turned the page, and there it was. He should really use a bookmark more often. He read through the already familiar spell, mentally ticking off that he had all the ingredients for it.
A binding spell. One that would bind a demon to a human.
The hunter glanced over his book at the demon. Crowley was currently sitting in his favorite chair, reading something or other by Pratchett. He didn't even pay attention to the hunter. Just sat there and read, no worries even in the presence of someone who killed his kind for a living.
That's trust for you, right? How would it be like if Bobby bound Crowley? What would the demon even think about the spell? Would he laugh? Would he demand a ceremony just to mock the hunter? Would he accept?
Eh, why ruin a perfectly good afternoon thinking about it. He'd propose the idea to the demon some other time.
Prompt: Writer's Choice -Bussiness Trip
“Oh, honey, I'm home!” Crowley called as he walked through the front door.
Bobby walked out of the library to greet him. “Where the Hell have you been?”
“Bussiness trip! I managed to close 20 deals in three days. Gotta be a record.”
“How many of them did you kiss?”
“Now Robert, I did promise you I wouldn't kiss anyone who'd actually enjoy it.” Crowley patted his cheek patronizingly, and reached into his jacket, taking out a champagne bottle shaped like the Eiffel Tower. “Got you a gift from France, though.”
Bobby huffed, but he took the bottle. “Next time, leave a note or something.”
“Were you worried about little ol' me?”
“Not even a little. The damn hounds have been howling every night, though. Hard to sleep with all that racket.”
“Somehow, I don't believe you. Wanna toast to my record, then have celebratory sex on the kitchen floor.”
“Make that the kitchen counter, and I'm in.”
“I'll get the glasses then.”
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Family
Bobby flipped the burgers on the grill, and looked out at his backyard.
Sam was engrossed in a book, lost to the whole world as he read.
Dean was explaining the value of vintage cars to Castiel, who was nodding slightly as he listened raptly, eagerly soaking up the attention.
A little to the side, Gabriel had abandoned his magically floating hammock to play fetch with the hellhounds.
And there came Crowley, with a tray full of lemonade and two bowls of sauce - one salsa, one sweet and sour.
“How's the family barbecue coming along, luv?”
Some family they were. Three hunters, two angels, and one demon with a small herd of hellhounds. Still, you don't chose family, right?
So Bobby leaned over and gave his demon a quick kiss on the lips, before he called “Burgers are done!” to the others.
Rating: Varies
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: Some, but rather tiny
Warnings: One is dark (Blood) and one is mature (flush).
Author's Note:Many months ago, I signed up for the 30 Snapshot Challenge. It's long overdue, but here are the missing 20 Snapshots to complete my set. Enjoy. ^__^
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Puppy
“Isn't he cute?” Crowley asked, grinning proudly.
Bobby glanced at the air the demon was holding, then raised an eyebrow. “Have you been drinking?”
“Right, forgot you can't see hellhounds.”
Bobby eyed the 'air.' “That's a little small for a hellhound.”
“It's a puppy! Demelza had a litter recently.”
“Congrats.” Cause seriously, what was he supposed to say?
“I thought we could keep one pup, raise it up. Maybe call him Rodimus.” It looked as if Crowley was pressing his cheek against the 'pup', but he couldn't be certain without seeing the damn thing.
“You want to hold him?” Crowley asked suddenly, and before he could answer, Bobby's hands were full of a hot ball of... something. He instinctively pulled it closer to his chest, and the little thing wiggled against him, panting across his fingers.
Aw, to Hell with it.
“He ain't sleeping in the bed.” he grumbled.
Crowley just grinned.
Prompt: Flush
Bobby laid his palms across Crowley's hips, clenching slightly whenever pleasure spiked and whenever Crowley moved particularly hard.
The demon was riding him in earnest, whole body in clear view for Bobby to stare at. And stare he did. He watched as the skin glistened with sweat he hadn't known demon's could produce. He watched as the flush rose onto the cheeks, watched as it spread downward, as it covered the long neck, and as it bloomed across the chest.
The same chest heaved with each breath, and flexed whenever Crowley arched his back and quickened his up and down movements. His lips were parted slightly, a pink tongue sneaking out ever few moments to wet them.
Bobby groaned, and thrust his hips upwards, harshly back inside, and the flush intensified.
Prompt: angels
Bobby continued glaring, and kept the grip he had on his rifle. “You wanna run that by me again?”
Castiel straightened his back further (if that was even possible). “I was asked here to perform a check on your mind and soul to ascertain whether or not you are being manipulated or controlled by the demon Crowley.”
Gabriel grinned around his lollipop. “I'm just here for the lols.”
“That what now?”
Dean cleared his throat nervously, and Sam fidgeted slightly. “We, me and Sam I mean, thought we should make sure that, you know-”
“That Crowley isn't controlling me through my dick.”
Both Winchester looked very uncomfortable discussing this topic.
Bobby rolled his eyes, and set the rifle down. “Idjits. Both of you are idjits.” He pointed to Cas. “You are a smaller idjit for going along with this, but an idjit nonetheless.”
“I do not understand. Do you not wish for me to proceed?”
“And you-” Bobby pointed at the Archangel. “Go bother Crowley. He's at the back.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Gabriel mock saluted and headed outside, dragging Castiel behind him.
Prompt: afterglow
Bobby flopped down onto the bed, his breathing deep and slow. Crowley mmm-ed next to him, and rolled onto his side. He settled his head on the hunter's shoulder and closed his eyes, sighing in satisfaction.
Bobby glanced at him, then grinned crookedly, reaching out to muss the demon's hair even more.
“Good look on you.”
“You charmer, you.” Crowley grumbled sarcastically, though without heat.
Prompt: Omen
Bobby glanced up from the car guts he was elbows deep in, and frowned thoughtfully.
“Hey, Crowley!” He called towards the house. A few moments later the window opened, the demon leaning outside.
“You bellowed?”
Bobby gestured towards the sky and the black clouds billowing in the distance. “I might be mistaken, but could that be an omen of the Apocalypse?”
Crowley stared for a moment at the clouds, then snorted. “Yes, it is an omen. Of rain.”
“Yeah, thought so.” Bobby muttered under his breath.
“You're cute when you're paranoid.” Crowley said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Can you blame me? Since the last two we averted, I'm still waiting for the third.”
“Not for another four years, Bobby-kins. Now come inside before it starts to pour.”
Bobby paused mid-nod, and did a double take. “What do you mean 'four years'?!” But Crowley had already ducked back inside.
Prompt: lighting
“You know, this is complete bullshit.” Bobby muttered, watching as Crowley sat on the floor, arms wrapped around three invisible bodies pressing against him.
Lightning flashed, thunder rolling in the distance and the invisible mutts whimpered pitifully. Bobby snorted.
Crowley scowled at him. “Shut up. How about you do something constructive and help me cuddle them, so they'll calm down sometime this century.”
“Your ass ain't that good to be worth cuddling with hellhounds.”
“Then at least close the damn blinds before they piss fire and brimstone all over your carpet.”
That Bobby could do.
Prompt: lurk
Bobby slammed the door behind him, and threw his bag into the ground. “Crowley! Get your demon ass in here now!”
“What am I, your slave?” Crowley grumbled as he made his way from the kitchen, cleaning his hands on the dishtowel. “So, how did the hunt go?”
“Screw that.” The hunter pointed an accusing finger at him. “What did I tell you about following me on jobs? Especially on jobs with other hunters?”
“Hey, why are you angry at me? I was here the entire time, cooking victory dinner.”
“You really think I didn't see you lurking in the shadows the entire time?”
Crowley shrugged. “Hey, it's either that or having one of the hounds follow you.”
Bobby's hands clenched. “I can take care of myself!” he yelled, then stalked off towards the bathroom to clean up.
“Sure you can.” Crowley murmured under his breath, smirking fondly after him. “Does that mean I should just throw out the duck?” He yelled a heartbeat later.
“I'll clean up and be there in a minute, you stalker bastard!”
Prompt: blood
The blood dripped down onto the floor, where it swirled in an ever growing puddle. Each twitch of the body sent more and more blood coming, widening the small lake of it.
Crowley smirked to himself at a job well done, and cleaned off his instruments. “Now, I really must be going. You know how it is when you're practically married, especially when the spouse is a human. So much responsibility he is.”
The body on the table tracked his movements with wide terrified eyes, clouded and murky from the extensive torture.
Crowley grinned the smile he knew could cause a small animals to wet itself. “I do hope I made my point clear during our little talk. Come near Bobby Singer again, and we'll just have to meet once more. Like this, only with a slightly better outcome. Better for me, at least.”
The terrified demon nodded weakly, jerkily.
“Excellent. And could you be a dear, and let the rest of Hell know too?” He picked up a sharp knife, and started gouging it into the skin surrounding one eye. “That Singer is mine, that is.”
Another jerky nod.
“So glad we had this talk. Ta, now.”
Prompt: thirst
Sam frowned at the pitcher of pearly white liquid. He took it out of the fridge and gave it a tentative sniff.
“Hey, Bobby, what is this?”
Bobby glanced up from his sandwich. “No idea. Probably another of Crowley's culinary experiments.”
“Any idea?”
“Put it back. The last thing he had in a pitcher was a mix of blood, sperm and 100% proof alcohol for some ritual or other.”
“...sperm?”
Bobby nodded. “The bastard called it Spermanade.”
Sam opened his mouth to ask something else, but closed it after a moment, and put the pitcher back in the fridge. On second thought, he wasn't that thirsty anymore.
Prompt: command
“You want me to do what?”
“Bond with the hounds. I'm sure spending some quality time together would do all of you some good.”
“Why, are they planning to eat me?”
“No, no, no. They already adore you and promised to rip anyone who tries to harm you to shreds. But that doesn't mean you can't spend more time with them.”
“This is a plot to get me eaten, isn't it?”
“Now you're being paranoid again. Look, you can do human stuff with them. Teach them some tricks.”
“What, like sit or play dead?”
“I'd avoid using the d-word around them. Might give them ideas, and I know how you don't like it when they decrease the area's population.”
“I can't even see the damn things, how am I supposed to teach them to follow my commands?!”
“Fine, then play fetch with them. Just do something!”
“Will you tell me why?”
“Because I am sick and tired of you diving for the rifle whenever one of them barks. Now go, and have fun. That's an order.”
Bobby crossed his arms stubbornly.
An exasperated sigh. “Will you go if I go too?”
“Possibly.”
“I'll go get my coat. But you'll be the one to throw the damn stick.”
“Fine.”
Prompt: lubrication
“Why am I here again?” Bobby grumbled, pulling his cap lower so that it covered a little more of his face.
“Because I obviously need your opinion on this. I can't have you grumbling about 'weird ass' lube each time you insist on stretching me.” Crowley answered with a cheeky smirk, and held up two bottles. “Strawberry or cherry?”
“Do we really need to have scented lube?” Bobby wasn't whining. He really wasn't. “And don't talk so loud.”
“Fine, not scented then.” The demon put the bottles back onto the shelf, then selected two other bottles. “Tingling or warming?”
“I think that's really more your decision. And you're hot enough without any warming crap adding to it.”
“Why, Bobby, will the compliments never cease?” He put those bottles back too, then another caught his eye. “How about this, then? Cooling. It's supposed to heighten the experience.”
Bobby thrust his hands into his pockets, and glanced around for the up-teenth time, making sure no one who knew him was near. “Need I remind you of that whole ice-cube fiasco?”
“There's no pleasing you, is there?”
“What is wrong with simple KY?”
“Nothing, I assure you. But wouldn't you like something more... kinky?”
“I think between the two of us, we've got kinky covered for my tastes. Pick whatever the Hell you want, and I'll wait in the truck.” That said, Bobby ducked out of the store as quickly as he could.
Crowley came back with five different bottles of lube. The demon also mocked him for being a prude the entire way home.
Prompt: dance
Crowley found the hunter in his private library, pouring over crumpling pages of the Sumallian demon bible. The demon grinned to himself and sauntered inside.
“Oh, Bobby-kins. You won't guess what I found in the attic.”
Bobby frowned at him. “What were you doing in the attic?”
“Looking for dirt. And I found some quite juicy pictures.”
Bobby's frown only deepened.
“I found some rather lovely pictures of you during when Disco was 'here to stay' in Sioux Falls. I never thought you'd be able to pull off an afro.”
The hunter was scowling now. “Give me those.”
“Oh no. Not until I share these with the world. I might even try to talk Castiel into taking me on a trip to the past to personally see you boogie-down.”
Bobby got up from his chair. “You. Will. Not.”
“No, you're right, of course. The little angel is too pious to help out a demon. Gabriel, on the other hand.”
Bobby lunged at the demon, and nearly had him. Crowley had already teleported or whatever away.
Prompt: laughter
Gabriel pretty much was pissing his pants, he was laughing so hard. Crowley was laughing also, just not as hard.
On the dance floor, a much younger Bobby Singer rocked his body to the music. He snapped his hips to the side as he extended one arm in the air, a single finger extended.
Gabriel fell down, laughing his fool head off.
Crowley held onto his sides, laughing as well. Though he had to admit - Bobby Singer was a Hell of a dancer. He should probably blackmail Bobby into showing off his boogie-skills when they got back.
Prompt: toys
Bobby facepalmed as he stared from the buttplugs the size of his arm to the whips that belonged more in a torture chamber. Not to mention the chains, paddles, gags, beads, colorful vibrators, feathers, strings, whipped cream containers, and every fucking thing else littered across his bed.
He blinked, considered the mass of perversion, and turned to the demon.
“When I okay-ed sex toys, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.”
Crowley shrugged. “What? I didn't know your preference.”
“So you decided to rob a sex-shop instead.”
“What was I supposed to do, pay? I only indulge in that rot when you're with me, and you refused to accompany me this time, remember?”
“For good cause, apparently.” Bobby once again looked over the pile of every perverts' wet dream, and sighed in resignation. “I'll pick the stuff that doesn't freak me the hell out, and we'll burn the rest. That fine with you?”
“Excellent, we'll have a merry little bonfire. Should I invite your brats and their angels too? We could make it a family thing.”
Bobby facepalmed again. Sometimes, he wondered what he had been drinking to agree to this relationship.
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Necking
Bobby kissed up Crowley's neck, sucking slightly at the spot just under the earlobe. He mouthed his way down, sucking firmly here and there, licking in other places.
Crowley's breathing turned heavy under the onslaught, however every once in a while he's give a quite chuckle or a fucking giggle. The sounds were small and barely there, so understandably, it took the hunter several minutes to get annoyed enough to ask.
Bobby huffed and moved back so that he could send a glare at the demon. “What is so funny?”
“You're beard tickles.” Crowley explained with an amused grin, rubbing slightly at his neck.
Bobby scowled. “I ain't shaving my beard off for anybody.”
Crowley pecked him on the lips and wrapped his arms around the hunter's neck. “Who's asking?” He mouthed at one hairy cheek. “If you did, I just might leave you.”
“Promises, promises.” Bobby grumbled, but he pulled the demon into a kiss nonetheless.
Prompt: Fire
“So, while you were out staking the cemetery, I did some research of my own. Apparently, our nice little ghost was murdered in this house. The killer stabbed her in the stomach, but she got away and bled all over the house on her way to the door. The killer got her before she could run outside, and slaughtered her right there under the stairs. The place has been re-painted and refurnished since then, though I'm sure you know even a speck of blood is enough for a ghosty to hang around. I decided to lend a helping hand out of the goodness of my heart.”
Bobby glanced at the blazing inferno behind the demon. “So you decided to torch the entire place.”
“I was tempted to torch the street, just to be certain, but I think one house is enough.”
Bobby nodded. “You know, I think you just might've actually helped me out here.”
“What do you mean? I'm an extremely helpful demon.”
“My hairy old ass. Now get in the truck before the law gets here.”
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Angry!Cuddle
A/N: Ever heard of angry!sex? Well, this is angry!cuddle. XD
Bobby sighed in exasperation as he watched the demon pacing to and fro across his yard, muttering in a rage to himself. He had told the damn idiot his new position was gonna give him an aneurysm, but nooo...
One thing left to do, he decided with a sigh.
“Oi!” he called, going down the steps of his home. Once at the bottom, he spread his arms wide and scowled. “Do your worst.”
Crowley stopped his infuriated pacing, and glared hotly at the hunter. He took one menacing step forward and declared that “Rodimus chewed through your new truck.”
Bobby felt rage boiling in his belly. His new Ford? He'll kill that mutt!
Immediately, a purring demon was snuggling to his chest, pressing close and nuzzling against the thrum of human anger.
Bobby snarled, and wrapped his arms around his demon. Goddammit, the things he had to do.
Prompt: Bind
Bobby turned the page, and there it was. He should really use a bookmark more often. He read through the already familiar spell, mentally ticking off that he had all the ingredients for it.
A binding spell. One that would bind a demon to a human.
The hunter glanced over his book at the demon. Crowley was currently sitting in his favorite chair, reading something or other by Pratchett. He didn't even pay attention to the hunter. Just sat there and read, no worries even in the presence of someone who killed his kind for a living.
That's trust for you, right? How would it be like if Bobby bound Crowley? What would the demon even think about the spell? Would he laugh? Would he demand a ceremony just to mock the hunter? Would he accept?
Eh, why ruin a perfectly good afternoon thinking about it. He'd propose the idea to the demon some other time.
Prompt: Writer's Choice -Bussiness Trip
“Oh, honey, I'm home!” Crowley called as he walked through the front door.
Bobby walked out of the library to greet him. “Where the Hell have you been?”
“Bussiness trip! I managed to close 20 deals in three days. Gotta be a record.”
“How many of them did you kiss?”
“Now Robert, I did promise you I wouldn't kiss anyone who'd actually enjoy it.” Crowley patted his cheek patronizingly, and reached into his jacket, taking out a champagne bottle shaped like the Eiffel Tower. “Got you a gift from France, though.”
Bobby huffed, but he took the bottle. “Next time, leave a note or something.”
“Were you worried about little ol' me?”
“Not even a little. The damn hounds have been howling every night, though. Hard to sleep with all that racket.”
“Somehow, I don't believe you. Wanna toast to my record, then have celebratory sex on the kitchen floor.”
“Make that the kitchen counter, and I'm in.”
“I'll get the glasses then.”
Prompt: Writer's Choice - Family
Bobby flipped the burgers on the grill, and looked out at his backyard.
Sam was engrossed in a book, lost to the whole world as he read.
Dean was explaining the value of vintage cars to Castiel, who was nodding slightly as he listened raptly, eagerly soaking up the attention.
A little to the side, Gabriel had abandoned his magically floating hammock to play fetch with the hellhounds.
And there came Crowley, with a tray full of lemonade and two bowls of sauce - one salsa, one sweet and sour.
“How's the family barbecue coming along, luv?”
Some family they were. Three hunters, two angels, and one demon with a small herd of hellhounds. Still, you don't chose family, right?
So Bobby leaned over and gave his demon a quick kiss on the lips, before he called “Burgers are done!” to the others.