Five Times Bobby and Crowley Argued like an Old Married Couple
(and one time they made up)
Summary: The title says everything. Bobby/Crowley; smut, fluff and laughs all around.
One
"What in the name of all that is holy has happened to my damned couch?"
Bobby Singer stood in the doorway to the sitting room, his eyes focussed on the demon that had now moved into his home. The demon, Crowley, looked the picture of innocence, sitting there on the armchair with a glass of Craig in his hand.
"Crowley? What happened to my couch?" Crowley looked over to the mess that could have been called a couch. It had snapped right down the middle and the cushions were torn to shreds.
"I'm sorry darling, but the hound ..."
"The hound? The one I gave the spare room to because he was too big for the damned kennel; that hound? He's been at my couch? Crowley, if we weren't together, I pull out the nearest shotgun and blast rock salt up your ass. Where's the damned hound now?" Bobby took a deep breath, his rant leaving him in a state of breathlessness. Crowley looked almost amused at the situation as he turned and pointed behind the couch. Bobby moved over to the mess. There was one cushion that was still mostly intact and there was a dip in it, like someone – or something – was lying on it. Crowley sighed.
"He's only a little one," the demon said. "He wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Little? God, Crowley. You been sniffing the fuel in the scrap yard? He's anything but little," Bobby yelled, promptly waking up the hellhound. It growled and leapt to its feet (Bobby couldn't see it, but if how much the floor shook was anything to go by, the hound definitely got up) and bounded over to Bobby and promptly knocked him off his feet. Bobby groaned as he was winded and was suddenly aware of a very large tongue lapping at his face.
"Crowley, get this brute off me!" Bobby said. If anyone who couldn't see the hellhound walked in and saw the scene, Bobby would be locked in an insane asylum by dinner. Suddenly Crowley was above them, grabbing the hound by the invisible scruff of the neck, pulling the mutt off of his lover. He then held out his hand, pulling Bobby to his feet.
"Get that mutt back where it belongs or I'm withholding sex," Bobby said, noting the horrified look on his lover's face.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me, idjit."
I am now venturing to other pairings in the fandom. Hope you like. :)