Summary: A collection of short, unrelated stories about Bobby and Crowley. Contains Bobby/Crowley slash. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: Hiiiii! Another Twenty-Six Words collection! Here we have Bobby and Crowley and further in the series there will be the following pairings:

Crowley/Castiel
Crowley/Gabriel
Dean/Gabriel
Sam/Balthazar
Sam/Castiel

Hope you enjoy this new fic! I hope to finish Dean and Cas's story soon, and update Sam and Gabriel's!

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Twenty-Six Words for Bobby and Crowley

1. Away

Since Crowley and Bobby had confessed their love for each other (which was done in the manliest way possible), separation had become an incredibly difficult trial to overcome for them.

Bobby was on a hunt, and Crowley was at his house, now human and completely unprepared to go out and be a hunter, no matter what knowledge he had. Bobby had already lost one person he loved, he couldn't lose another and he wasn't going to risk Crowley, no matter what. The former demon was experiencing emotions for the first time in a long time, and he found it tough to deal with things when Bobby was away. He loved that miserable old git of a hunter. He missed those warm eyes and that comforting voice, and that damn baseball hat. He wanted to call him to just hear his voice, but he knew that he would be busy either driving, researching or sleeping. Maybe he was researching.

He dialled Bobby's number.

"So we think we're just dealing with a regular salt and burn?" Dean asked, Sam and Bobby nodding in agreement before the silence of the motel room was broken by the sound of Bobby's cell phone, "Three guesses who that is."

"Dean!" Sam scolded, Dean chuckling softly while Bobby glared at him.

"You have no idea what he goes through when I leave him." He said quietly, flipping open his phone to answer it after seeing that indeed his lover was calling him, "Hey."

"Bobby, how are you?" Crowley asked, Bobby grinning softly.

"I'm good. How are you?" He replied, hearing a quaking sigh on the other end of the line.

"I'm alright." Crowley said shakily, "Incredibly tired."

"Crowley, you gotta go to bed." Bobby said quietly, "You need to sleep, as scary as it is being on your own."

Dean went to chuckle but Bobby smacked him around the head before he could. Dean thought it was perfect karma that Crowley would go from being this scary, badass demon to being a weak and frightened human. But Sam and Bobby knew it wasn't funny at all, and that it was harder for Crowley because he had all his emotions to search for and remember and it brought back many painful memories for him.

"I can't. Not without you here." Crowley replied, "I drank some whiskey and read some lore just to keep occupied."

"That's the best thing to do." Bobby said softly, "I know you hate being alone and it's difficult right now, but things will be fine, and you'll be back to your old self in no time, okay?"

"When will you be back?" Crowley asked, "Terrance is getting impatient to see his daddy."

"Terrance?" Bobby counted, "Who the hell's Terrance?"

"Our puppy." Crowley replied, "Terrance wants to meet his daddy. I'm still training him and he's not chewed up that much furniture."

"You got a puppy?" Bobby asked, "What kind?"

"Hellhound." Crowley replied, "Why?"

Bobby's face went pale at the words and the thought of his home being shredded to bits by a hellhound, and at the thought of Crowley trying to train it without his demonic essence or authority.

"A WHAT?"

Finally, Crowley was getting to sleep when the sound of someone bursting through the front door echoed through the house. He shot up, smiling as a familiar voice followed the banging of the front door.

"Crowley? Where's that damn dog?"

He kept quiet, waiting for Bobby to get upstairs as a smile crossed his lips, and as the hunter entered the bedroom, Crowley turned over and smiled at Bobby in a way that made something snap with realisation in the older hunter.

"What dog?"

Bobby took in the near devilish grin and realised his demon was coming back. He chuckled, laughing as Crowley crawled across the bed, reached up and pulled him onto it, pressing a kiss to his lips. Bobby figured out the plan and he couldn't fight his smile. Crowley really did miss him, and he really did love him. How the hell could he have ever doubted that?

"I hate being away from you." The former demon whispered, pain clear in his voice.

"I hate being away from you too." The hunter whispered back, kissing Crowley's cheek and holding him close to his body, "I love you. Y'know that, don't you, y'idjit?"

"Of course I do." Crowley replied, "I love you too, you great chunk of moron."

Bobby grinned and sat up, getting himself ready for bed while Crowley lay in wait, just grateful for his hunter to be home safely. As Bobby joined him in bed, he felt those loving arms encircle him. Being away from each other was something that neither man was good at, and they figured that maybe they'd have to actually stick together forever.

Was that such a bad thing?

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Thanks for reading so far!

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