Guilty Pleasures
At this point, Bobby really had no clue what the hell was happening. His whole life had been about fighting monsters and demons. And now here he was, chasing a hellhound, not to kill it, but to put a collar on it, so that he and his demon boyfriend could keep it as a pet, and of course, Crowley was too damn dainty to chase the hellhound that HE picked out.
He tripped over a tire, flipped over, and landed on his back. "Oooff!" he grunted as the wind was knocked out of him. "Son of a-" "Robert! She's escaping!" He sat up slowly, rubbing his head, squinting at the sun in his eyes. "Then get her yourself, ya damn pansy! You're a friggin' demon, act like it! It's not like I can even see the damn dog, anyway. Did we have to get a hellhound?"
Suddenly, Crowley was standing in front of him, blocking the sun. "Yes, of course. Besides, you said I could get ANY dog I wanted." Bobby glared. "Well, I figured you already had enough hellhounds." Crowley pouted. "Well, Growley is great, but he's so ferocious. I want a sweet little girl."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Yeah, she's really sweet. Just precious, really." Crowley smiled. "She will be once I train her. Which requires you to go get her. Oh, and we still need to name her! I was thinking Temperance."
Bobby groaned. "You really gotta stop watchin' Bones. How about tellin' me what she looks like, so I can think of somethin' good?"
Crowley smirked. "Just another example of how much you depend on me." Bobby glared. "I don't depend on nobody, ya damned idjit." Crowley winked. "Well, you know I'm your man when it comes to being damned."
He stuck out a hand to help up Bobby. Bobby grabbed it and pulled Crowley down on top of him. "My, my, we are very dependent today, aren't we?" Bobby frowned. "Shut yer trap." Crowley pouted. "Why should I?"
Bobby grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. After a moment, Bobby pulled back. "That's a pretty good reason," Crowley murmured. Bobby leaned in for another kiss, but suddenly he felt a hot wet tongue licking his cheek. "What the hell?!"
"Aww, Temperance, pretty girl, you came back!" Bobby frowned again. "Her name ain't Temperance, you dang fool. It's Sally." Crowley glared. "If I have to give up Bones, then you have to give up The Nightmare Before Christmas."
Bobby winced at the mention of his guilty pleasure. Well, his pleasure that wasn't so guilty as screwing a demon.
I will try to update these stories on Mondays and Thursdays. My internet access is kinda weird, so that might change. So R&R, let me know if it's worth continuing. My story is in your hands, my young lotuses!