Never Insult a Demon - Bobby, Castiel
Title: Never Insult A Demon
Author: youaredriving
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural - Bobby, Castiel
Summary: Demons sic a ghost on the angel, and Bobby stashes him in the panic room
Answered prompt over at comment_fic at this thread
It had been abnormally quiet on the supernatural home front, so when Castiel popped in the middle of Bobby’s kitchen eyes wide, trench coat torn and looking like he was about to flip a shit Bobby had a feeling every sense of quiet just got flushed down the toilet.
“Bobby,” Castiel spun around searching for the elder hunter, hands running up into wild hair.
“What’s up feather boy?”
“Sam and Dean told me to come here. That you would know what to do.”
“Okay,” Bobby leaned over the table looking for the Winchesters but couldn’t find them. “What for?”
“They won’t leave me alone and I don’t know what I did!”
“First off, calm down and take a deep breath. Explain.”
“Ghosts, there are ghost following me. And only me.”
“Jesus Christ on a bicycle, come on kid,” Bobby stood up and lead Castiel towards the panic room, “I’m still waiting for more of an explanation. If they’re following you wouldn’t they be following Sam and Dean?”
“No,” Castiel shook his head, “The demons we were trying to exorcise were a little more creative then the last ones we came across.”
Bobby unlatched the room and was about to step into the room but felt everything get cold. He shoved Cas over the threshold with a hard shove before pulling the hatch closed. “Get in there you idjit.”
“They’re out there, aren’t they?”
Bobby would have laughed at the dejected tone of the angel if he wasn’t right and the ghosts weren’t staring at him, and waiting. “Yeah, they’re out here. What the hell did you three do?”
Bobby startled at the sound of Castiel banging his head against the iron door, “I don’t know.”
“Please tell me you didn’t insult the demons.”
“I might have,” Castiel admitted. Bobby scratched at his forehead and looked at the ghosts figuring he might as well keep the angel company face-to-face.
“Back away from the door, I’m coming in.”
“All right.”
Bobby got into the room and looked through the window and grimaced, “So you insulting the demons, that wouldn’t have to be part of the Dean teaching you how to be more human would it?” Bobby watched as Castiel gave a hesitant nod and Bobby snorted, “Stick with Sam’s lessons.”
“I think I figured that out.”
“Okay, well when they take care of those demons they ghost should disappear. Until then I think I got a pack of cards somewhere in here.” Bobby dealt out the cards and looked up at Castiel, “So, what did you call em’?”
“Assbutt.”
Bobby let out a roar of laughter that dwarfed in comparison to the roar of the ghosts disappearing in the hallway as they continued playing cards.